The layered routine of vest essence

Zu Bai's card was still a few hours away from expiry, Wen Yu thought for a while and took the card back directly in a dead corner of surveillance.

Nothing will happen to the little girl I met tonight, right?

When the little girl was holding Zu Bai, Wen Yu manipulated Zu Bai to throw a lucky coin into her pocket—at least she won’t be caught by Weird again in the near future. As for her personal safety at night... I hope she grows up. dim sum eyes.

Putting his mind back, Wen Yu still focused on the game. The beginning of Chapter 3 is straight to the evening.

This night was particularly clear, and the starry sky was like a piece of yarn, covered with diamond powder of various sizes, which spread across the sky and looked extraordinarily peaceful.

The unnamed old castle located in the suburb of Kangbule is decorated with dazzling splendor, with exquisite flower arrangements everywhere. Walking in from the spacious road, people in gorgeous clothes can be seen smiling and greeting everywhere, and there is a lively scene of drinking and drinking.

Macmillan was holding a glass of wine and gently shaking it, and put his other arm around the female companion who made an appointment today.

Wen Xiang nephrite is in his arms, but his attention is all on the entrance of the venue, turning his head to look at it from time to time.

"Honey, who are you waiting for?" The female companion was dissatisfied with his attention, and gently pressed her hand to his face with a look of tenderness.

McMillan came back to his senses, and said softly to the woman in his arms: "It's fun tonight, I have something to do later, and I may have to leave early, will you come with me or stay here?"

The woman bit her lower lip. She still wanted to develop a relationship with McMillan, but she didn't want to give up the great opportunity to attract resources at the banquet.

Macmillan saw her hesitant attitude, smiled dotingly, and said in her ear: "Then you stay here and enjoy yourself, and I will pick you up later."

——If you are still there later.

The man breathed in his ears with the smell of wine, and the woman's fair face revealed a blush.

"I didn't expect this man to be as personable as the rumors said, and he is very good to his female partner." The woman thought to herself, "It would be great if I could marry him. The marriage between our group and Cecil must be a higher level Bar."

Hearing the greetings outside with his sensitive hearing, McMillan let go of his arm around his female companion, greeted her and left first.

"Master Helen, this is Miss Helen's invitation." The waiter dressed as a servant lowered his head, trying to introduce two dignitaries who had never appeared in the eyes of the public into the hall.

Theodore held Ann's hand and smiled politely at the waiter, tactfully refused his lead, and the two walked into the hall by themselves.

Mina led the others to stay not far from the castle to wait for their orders, or to track other werewolves in advance.

After all, there were only a few Cecil purebred werewolves who participated in the banquet, and more subordinates were also wandering outside the castle to watch.

The two looked straight at McMillan who was walking this way.

Macmillan's green pupils shone with a strange light. He seemed to be restraining something, but he still raised the wine glass in his hand and gestured towards the two people he hated the most.

Theodore glanced at him indifferently, picked up a glass of wine from the table next to him, and took a sip silently, showing his contempt to the fullest.

Macmillan's face darkened, and he stopped walking forward, but called the waiter standing beside him and whispered a few words.

The waiter with a dazed and nervous face walked towards Theodore, bowed slightly and said, "Sir, Mr. Macmillan Cecil asked me to tell you that he already knows all your plans, please don't come here." Do something out of the ordinary at the banquet."

Theodore handed the wine to Mina, bypassed the waiter who was about to leave after speaking, and walked to the side of Macmillan.

The coercion of the Duke of Blood poured out from him, and it was as viscous as the actual malice that enveloped the person in front of him.

"I'd like to hear that you know my plan." The short silver-haired boy raised his head slightly to look at the taller youth in front of him, but he felt arrogance as if he was looking down on everyone.

McMillan's breathing was much heavier. He took a step back slowly, looking at the enemy he hadn't seen in a century, and couldn't maintain the playboy smile on his face anymore.

He thought that he had been here for so many years, at least he could stand in front of the enemy and hold a bargaining chip to communicate normally, but he didn't expect that the coercion of the blood duke who had been sleeping for a hundred years would not decrease but increase. Just standing in front of him, McMillan felt I returned to the nightmare where the bones were everywhere a hundred years ago.

Only a slight click came from McMillan, and suddenly, the world froze, and all the laughter and clear music turned into a dead silence.