All the things he could touch, tangible and intangible, Marcel were destroyed, but he still couldn't restrain the terrible pain, the open heart and the blood red pupils. He roared out and resisted everyone's kindness, "I don't care about these vampires! Davina... She's dead, you hear me? She's dead! "

Klaus took a deep breath and showed that their faces were shocked. Damn it, Marcel, he cried?!

Marcel's body was trembling and his men became more and more cruel. He didn't even care if he hurt himself. He felt no pain at all. Klaus frowned and couldn't let Marcel go on like this. He stood up and finally gave a hard hand to the child he couldn't bear.

Klaus blocked Marcel's attack with one arm, and with a quick grasp of the other hand, he pressed Marcel directly into his arms.

"I'm sorry, you may think I don't understand your pain at all, but Marcel... You're wrong, do you remember? After I left this city, I thought you were dead. After several years, I couldn't mention your name... The feeling of loss is particularly strong! Yes, I can understand your cohabitation. I'm sorry, I'm really sorry! "

Elijah came out. His ears were always good. Naturally, he knew that his brother had taken care of the angry Marcel. Originally, he couldn't help it!

Bailu saw him and looked around. It happened that there were only three of them. She sent some food and bribes to the little guy in her hand, so she went back to the bedroom.

Bailu walked directly over. She lowered her head and was sincere. She formally apologized to Elijah, "sorry, it's my fault this time. Will you forgive me?"

"It's not that easy, Bailu..." Elijah shook his head. He couldn't lie. Bailu's behavior is really wrong. It's not that he can forgive you.