Chapter 27

Chapter 27

Raphael returned to the bar. Of course, he entered through the back door. He didn't want to cause an uproar. Think about it, Raphael, a lonely man, walked into the bar with a woman who was not only covered with blood but also tattered clothes. Besides, this woman was still well known to Elle, so noisy. The voice is really enough for Raphael.

Put her in a piece of **. Raphael was also worried about how to explain it to Fred and Dorothy, mainly to explain it to Fred. He would resolutely throw Aile out or simply suck her blood. Raphael knew him too well. Fortunately, he had just left with Dorothy, otherwise it would be another fierce battle.

Raphael rubbed his temples, did not think about these for the time being, and quickly took out the bandages to bandage the bleeding. Although she should go to the hospital now rather than simply deal with such a serious wound, in order to avoid those unnecessary troubles, she can only do this first.

After dressing the wound for her, Raphael looked at her again and was still in a coma. There was no sign of waking up, so he sighed gently.

Raphael walked to the window, opened the window, and jumped out. It's not a habit. It's just that communicating with Fred in time will at least not let him know that he is too angry with himself. Raphael can't stand it as he did last time.

At the dance, Fred was the hottest baby. He is like a fish shuttling through the crowd, joking with beautiful girls and talking to noble young women. Everyone likes him and hates not being able to marry him, and he completely forgets Dorothy. Fortunately, there is a lot of delicious food, otherwise Dorothy will definitely feel bored and boring.

"Dorosy!"

The familiar voice... Dorothy followed the voice and turned out to be Pierre in a dress!

"Why are you here, Pierre?" Dorothy pointed to him in surprise, and he scratched his hair shyly: "My father brought me here. How about you, Dorothy?"

"Oh, Fred brought me here, but obviously, he had a good time and completely forgot my existence." Dorothy shrugged her shoulders helplessly. "Where's your father?"

"He is chatting with other people." Pierre put his hands in his pockets and said, "I'm familiar with this place. Let's go out for a walk. The garden here is very beautiful."

"Okay, but you have to wait a minute. I'll tell Fred, or he will be anxious if he can't find me," Dorothy picked up her skirt and ran to Fred, who was chatting with a lady, and gently pulled his trousers. "Fred, I'm sorry to bother you. It's stuffy here. I want to go out and get some air. If you leave, go to the garden to find me.

After saying that, she ran to Pierre without looking back, and the two left hand in hand! Oh, my God! Fred's hand was hard, and the goblet was crushed by him, which made the lady exclaim.

It's so hateful! Why is it that damn boy again? Fred gritted his teeth and kept looking at the place where Dorothy left. He thought the little guy was jealous, but it turned out that he was alone with other people! He really wanted to punch the wall fiercely to vent his dissatisfaction.

"Oh, sir, are you okay?" The lady quickly wiped the red wine spilled on Fred with a handkerchief. "Isn't your hand hurt?"

"No, honey." Fred smiled evilly, "Today's weather is really too stuffy. Do you want to go out with me?"

The lady's face suddenly turned red: "Okay, sir."

She took Fred's arm and was about to leave with him when someone grabbed Fred and stopped the beautiful moment that was coming.

"Raphael, why are you here?" Fred turned his head and saw that it was Raphael. His surprised chin almost fell off. You know, Raphael hates the dance party the most, which has nothing to do with whether he can dance or not. He just hates human women, especially when they get close to him.

"Oh, I have something important to tell you. I hope I didn't disturb you." Raphael looked at the lady beside Fred with a smile, and she was staring at Raphael with dissatisfaction. She didn't know that it was Raphael who pulled her out of the abyss of death, otherwise she would have become Fred's dinner. God knew that Fred had always been attending the dance for food rather than just wanting to make out with a human woman. He was not interested in it.

"Of course not." Fred stared at Raphael fiercely. Didn't he bother him? This has disturbed his normal meal, okay?

He turned around and took the lady's hand, knelt down on one knee, and kissed the back of her hand: "I'm sorry I have to leave for a while. Please forgive my rudeness. If we are predestined, we will meet again, beautiful lady."

He even blinked at her, which made the lady's face red even more.

He stood up and pushed Raphael's shoulder and walked out. He was so strong that Raphael was about to be pushed down by him.

"Hey, Fred, you don't have to be so eager to be alone with me?" Raphael joked lightly, but Fred didn't appreciate it: "I just did it so that I could meet the lady again more quickly."

"All right, all right." Raphael smiled helplessly and stood at the door, pretending to pat him on the shoulder relaxedly. "What I'm going to tell you next, you must be mentally prepared."

Fred put his arm around his shoulder and stared at the roses in the flower pool at the door. They were as bright as blood: "Okay, Raphael, what do you want to say?"

Raphael took a deep breath and told Fred everything he knew and the absurd things that happened today. Obviously, Fred was very surprised to hear the news, and his green eyes were round: "You mean, Marian is a werewolf? And did you fight with Ayr? And bit old Bronte to death? Most importantly, you took Air back to the bar?!"

"Yes." Raphael sighed softly.

"Are you sure you're not joking with me or I heard it wrong?" Fred's chattering look made Rafael a little annoyed: "Yes, Fred, is there anything else you want to say?"

"I just want to beat you!" Fred clenched his fist, and there was some whiteness in his knuckles. He almost shouted this sentence. I really don't know what Raphael was thinking in his mind. Ayr is their common enemy! No matter what happened to her, it was a dispute between her and the werewolf, and it had nothing to do with the two of them! What's wrong with this guy? Isn't it that you fell in love with Elle so much that you gave up Dorothy? Oh, my God!

"Calm down first, Fred." Although Raphael realized that Fred might be surprised, he didn't expect him to be so angry! It's incredible!

Raphael patted him on the shoulder and was coldly waved away by him. Raphael sighed again: "Fred, if you encounter such a thing, you will definitely not stand by. You will definitely not do it, believe me."

" Come on, Raphael, do you want me to reiterate that I'm a vampire again?" Fred sneered, "I'm a cold-blooded animal. I'm not you, Raphael. He's obviously a demon with sheep's horns, and he thinks he's an angel. It's ridiculous!"

Raphael was about to refute him when Fred suddenly raised his hand tremblingly and pointed to the direction of the garden: "My God, Raphael, what is that? How could this happen?"