Rebecca's mind flashed a person's name - father Tudor, but it's impossible, it's impossible at all. He's already dead!!

As like as two peas haven't met in a long time, the father as like as two peas, who had been dead for a long time, was greeted by Rebecca, who was greeted with the same grace and politeness, and the same voice. "Long time no see, miss Rebecca Melkson."

As if his smile could sting, Rebecca's hands and feet twitched inexplicably.

Thierry saw Rebecca's footsteps stagger, and his eyes were full of uncontrollable fear. This was the first time he had seen the ancestor vampire look so embarrassed.

The black man approached them a few steps so slowly. Rebecca took a step backward when she was stabbed by a needle. Her short breath stained the fear of the ground, and the appearance of attack came out unconsciously, "no, it's impossible!"

The black man in front of him smiled, his dark raised eyes with ambiguous light, tone and even deep nostalgia and joy, "no, dear Rebecca, of course, it's possible. It's magic. You know, magic is indispensable in our life."

Father Tudor opened his arms to Rebecca and seemed to want a perfect hug. Unfortunately, the more he enjoyed the intoxicated expression, the more terrible and gloomy it was!

Rebecca was calm and didn't want to go. Whether he was true or false, the first action she reacted was to attack him severely. It's a big deal. Let him die again now.

Rebecca had better start first. She tried her best to attack the past. Father Tudor just tilted his body and easily dissolved her attack.

However, under the influence of the array, Rebecca's attack didn't seem to be very effective. The man turned over fiercely, and with the help of force, Rebecca's wrist was caught by him.

Thierry bent / leaned aside. Father Tudor glanced at him and just focused on Rebecca. It seemed that he didn't care about him at all!

Thierry's eyes became different. Rebecca's attack could not play a fatal role in this man. Damn it, he was particularly capable. No, it shouldn't be like this. Father Tudor smiled at him again, as if he thought his reaction was very interesting!

... it has nothing to do with him. He doesn't want to die yet. Tieri's back has become stiff and cold in the eyes of father Tudor. He feels what terrible force is absorbing his vitality!

When Rebecca was subdued by father Tudor, Thierry was stopped and had no strength to break free. She had to worry about how to slip away secretly. Damn it, it had nothing to do with him!

The father as like as two peas, the head of the Tudor Shried up his spell, and the sharp head of his dagger shuddered. As if he were alive, he poured a powerful force. It was a knife made of bones. Then he smiled with a secret chin, twisted his wrist, and drew a little bit of complex array on Rebecca's forehead, and the same small pattern of the ground.

A small one, a large one. Father Tudor moved Rebecca to the middle of the large array like a sleeping beauty. Her hands were spread on her chest. Her strength was constantly overdrawn. Her twisted face was painful and shriveled.

Taking advantage of the abnormal caress / touch of Rebecca by father Tudor and immersed in the joy of victory, Thierry didn't dare to look at them at all. He took advantage of the familiar geographical advantage when father Tudor indulged in the enjoyment of absorbing Rebecca's strength, smeared oil on the soles of his feet and rolled away.