death bird

Chapter 60

Ivan's platinum-blond long hair is particularly obvious under the light of the night light. He is wearing a pair of jeans, and his slender thighs make his body proportionately perfect. With his handsome features, only a white shirt is enough to exude Infinite charm.In particular, the bright aura involuntarily emanating from his body attracted the attention of everyone on the road.

Walking on the street, Ivan felt the international metropolis 50 years later, and couldn't help feeling the changes in the world. He was a little dazed for a while, not knowing where to go.

The night was soaked in this noisy city, Ivan heard the singing and dancing all over the street, and then chose to walk into a bar.

Gorgeous laser lights shone in the bar, and countless dancing crowds danced wantonly here. Ivan felt this unconcealable vitality and surge, and felt that it was no wonder that the ghosts in hell tried their best to return to the human world.The world is so colorful.

When Ivan walked into this bar, there seemed to be a slight halo on his body. His long platinum hair was particularly eye-catching in this dim environment. The rare face attracted the attention of countless people in an instant.

Ivan walked to the bar counter and smiled slightly at the bartender: "A glass of Long Island. Thank you."

The bartender looked at Ivan's breathtaking smile in front of him, and was taken aback for a long time before he realized: "Okay, sir..."

Then, blushing, he hurriedly picked out a cocktail for Ivan.

Ivan took a sip, and then turned his gaze to the dance floor. Many people on the dance floor were staring at Ivan. When their eyes met with him, almost everyone cheered like an invitation. They were enthusiastic and unrestrained. Like the country of America.But Ivan shook his head.

He just wanted to take a good look at today's American nightlife, but he didn't mean to participate, as if he was watching indifferently.

However, not everyone is so reserved. A woman, a beautiful woman with long white hair, smoky paintings, and a Valentino dress also saw Ivan under the light, and his eyes flashed as if he had discovered a treasure. With a surprised look on his face, he swayed towards Ivan.

"You look like an indifferent bystander."

The woman shook Ivan's face in the air, her blood-red lips parted slightly: "Angel's face, your blood is like the sun... no, it's like the sun, warm and bright."

I have to deny that this is a very attractive woman. Although she is far inferior to Artemis and Shaka in terms of appearance, let alone Lilith, she has something that these goddesses do not have, that is Popularity, yes, popularity.Even if she is as agile as Lilith, she is a high-ranking goddess with a sense of alienation hidden in her bones, but she is different. Although she is cold and beautiful, she has a huge attraction instead of repulsion, just like a flower that radiates Flowers with seductive scents, to seduce you to find out.

"Beautiful lady, you smell, you also have a unique smell, black elm, and a hint of blood, seductive and dangerous."

While she was looking at Ivan, Ivan was also looking at this lady, with a lot of dark breath and a strong smell of blood.This reminded Ivan of some kind of dark creature, which undoubtedly aroused Ivan's interest.

"You can call me Elizabeth, or the Duchess."

Elizabeth winked at Ivan, stroked Ivan's thigh with her hand, and hooked her fingers: "Maybe you can choose to go with me tonight?"

Ivan stood up and pushed Elizabeth's hand away: "It is my honor to be your guest."

It just so happened that Ivan didn't have a place to stay tonight.

Elizabeth also showed a satisfied smile when she heard this, and led Ivan out of the bar one after another.

The two shuttled through the streets of Los Angeles. Elizabeth's figure looked like a ghost under the neon lights all over the city. Many pedestrians who saw her beauty and wanted to approach her to strike up a conversation were all avoided by her calmly, while Ivan They used witchcraft to block the perception of passers-by.

After walking for about 5 minutes, the two came to the door of a hotel.

A large hotel that looks to be thirty or forty stories high, but it seems a bit old. The photo says: "Cortez Hotel."

Ivan followed Elizabeth quickly into the hotel, and scanned the lobby lightly, only to see that there was no one in the lobby except a bald man at the reception who was dressed like Cleopatra.

Then, the two entered the elevator.

"Dead silence, no popularity."

Ivan's huge perception enveloped the entire Cortez Hotel, and he immediately noticed many interesting things in this hotel.Almost no one stayed in this hotel, and every room in the reinforced concrete seemed to be filled with the breath of death, like a tomb.

"Woo, what a sensitive boy, you are very different."

The elevator stood on the top floor, and Elizabeth made a gesture of invitation, inviting Ivan.

Ivan then walked out of the elevator, only to see that this is a luxurious presidential suite with a very artistic atmosphere, all kinds of very tasteful artworks can be seen everywhere in the living room, the ceiling of Swarovski, the sheets of Hermes, as if he is really a noble lady where you live.

"I used to get right to the point without much patience with every friend I brought back, but, you were an accident."

Elizabeth went to the small bar and poured out two glasses of Remy Martin, walked up to Ivan, pointed to the sofa, and signaled him to sit down.

The wine is very fragrant, even a layman like Ivan can smell the extraordinary taste of this wine.

"It's my honor, but ma'am, I'm here just out of curiosity, not out of the most primitive pursuit of human beings."

"Oh?"

A trace of surprise flashed in Elizabeth's eyes. She put down the goblet in her hand, stood up, opened her hands, and spun around, as if to show herself.

"Then after you came here to observe, do you have anything to say?"

Seeing Elizabeth's actions, Ivan raised the corners of his mouth slightly: "You look like a human being, but you don't smell like a human, and you are not a demon, because demons have no substance. So, please tell me who you are?"

Hearing this, Elizabeth's face froze, and with a flick of her fingers, a sharp nail-shaped blade was exposed on the glove inlaid with crystals.

"What do you say?"