Chapter 26
Chapter 26
Someone is knocking on the door, "dong-dong", it's endless. It's so late, who will it be? Old Bronte quickly got up to open the door.
"Oh, Marian, what are you doing at my house?" Old Bronte always remembered that all the unhappiness in the morning was caused by the man in front of him, and his old face gradually appeared with a trace of unhappiness.
"Don't say that, Bronte." Marian smiled gallantly and put his hand around his shoulder. "Don't you invite me in? This is rude to treat guests!"
"You are not our guest!" Old Bronte coldly shook off Marian's hand and ruthlessly wanted to close the door, but was supported by Marian's hand: "Isn't it good to do this, old Bronte?"
"You don't have to worry about this!" Old Bronte was really angry and shouted angrily. Even Elle in the kitchen heard it clearly. She quickly wiped her hands with a towel and rushed to the entrance: "Dad, what's wrong?"
When he saw Marian holding the door with his hand, Ayr's face was also gloomy.
"Hi, Er! How was your talk to your father this morning? Marian smiled maliciously, which not only annoyed Elle, but also old Bronte couldn't suppress his anger and lifted Marian's collar: "You bastard! Don't insult my daughter like this again!"
"Dad!" Aier hurriedly ran over to separate the two people. It's not good to be too close to Marian, which will give him a good opportunity. There is no doubt that he will not hesitate to hurt an old man.
"No, Ayr, you let me teach him a lesson!" Old Bronte stubbornly wanted to go, and Elle couldn't stop it, and Marian's smile made people shudder, as if he was happy that his dinner was automatically delivered to his door. He slowly closed the house door and stood at the entrance, revealing his fangs.
Wolf... Aier covered his mouth and burst into tears: "Dad! Dad! Don't go over!"
It's too late. It's too late. Aier couldn't stop her stubborn father. She watched Marian bite her father's throat, and the warm blood immediately gushed out. Her father turned his head and opened his mouth, and the blood flowed out of his mouth. On the floor.
Run quickly... This is the last word that old Bronte said to his only daughter. She can no longer hear any slight sound from the cold him, even if it's just calling her "child".
"Dad..." Elle sobbed. She couldn't do anything. Her strength was losing little by little. Her companion actually killed her father! Oh, my God! This is incredible!
"Although I'm a little older, the taste of blood is the same, but the meat doesn't look good. I suddenly don't want to enjoy my dinner. Er, what do you think we should do with him?" Marian easily wiped the blood off his lips with his thumb. His sarcastic smile was really dazzling, as if laughing at her crying. People like him can't understand the importance of family at all!
"Mian, I'm going to kill you!" Ayer's eyes turned red. I don't know whether it was because of crying or the upcoming killing.
She quickly rushed forward. If her father saw the fangs, she would be afraid, but now... Ail frowned and roared angrily. The voice was full of threats and deterrence. This set had no effect on Marian. He once again showed his fangs, like a wolf. He sobbed in a low voice and rushed forward like a wolf to bite each other.
The wound on her shoulder burst open, and the blood stained her pink and white short-sleeved shirt, but she couldn't take care of this and struggled to fight with Marian. The two of them are like two wolves, except for the shiny soft hair, and even the way of fighting is no different from that of wolves.
Elle bit the shirt on Marian's shoulder, was slapped away by him, and fell heavily on the floor, making her dizzy. And Marian took the opportunity to rush up and gnawed her injured shoulder, almost exposing her white bones. The severe pain drove Ayr crazy. She scratched Marian with her fingers. His shirt was torn by her sharp nails, and her teeth were buried deep in Marian's neck.
Blood is flowing everywhere, but hatred is not clear that blood can repay. Marian deeply understands this truth. So he grabbed Ayr's long blonde hair, pulled her head away from his neck, and punched her in the face fiercely. Suddenly, blood flowed from Ayr's nose, and his consciousness blurred.
Are you going to die? Aier didn't feel terrible, but had some joy in it. In this way, she can always be with Old Bronte and protect him forever. Although she thought so, she seemed to see Raphael coming in before she lost consciousness. He was full of surprise. Is he here to save himself? It seems that I owe him another favor...
"Good evening, Marian." Raphael smiled gently at Marian, with an indescreible irony in it.
Marian got up from Ayr's body and licked the blood stains on his lips that had not been wiped clean. His face was contemptuous and disdainful: "Yo, who did I think it was? It turned out to be Rafael. What, are you going to tear me to pieces?"
"Oh, that's not necessary. I'm afraid my hands will get dirty." Raphael's expression has not even changed, but his words are extremely contemptuous of Marian. He looked down at Elle, who fell unconscious on the floor, and took a deep breath. "Give her to me."
"Ayer?" Marian raised an eyebrow and said, "When did you start to care about her so much? Or are you really infatuated with her proud appearance?
Fascinated with her? It's really disgusting. Raphael frowned gently. He just wanted to save her life. He didn't expect that no one would believe such a simple reason! Raphael pulled the corners of his mouth and said, "Don't say this useless nonsense, okay? Give me Aier."
Marian slowly hugged his shoulders and looked coldly at Raphael's eyes: "What if I say I refuse?"
"You have no right to refuse." Raphael bent down to pick up Al, and ignored Marian, who would be cold to one side, and walked out of the door, obviously contempt Marian. Who cares about a werewolf?
Mari'an's angry hands were trembling. He raised his head and laughed loudly, hoping that he could vent all his anger with a smile. Now he can't help Raphael, but there is always someone who can deal with him!
Isn't it interesting if the two demons fight?