Rebecca lay quietly in the middle of the array.

Quietly like a sleeping beauty waiting for the prince to return!

Father Tudor is now very natural and unrestrained. He feels that there is power between all veins. Rebecca in the center of the French array is becoming more and more ferocious, and her power is constantly overdrawn. However, she can't die. Rebecca is a good material. No one knows how precious the ancestor vampire is!

... the original vampire is immortal, immortal and immortal, and its power will last forever!

Father Tudor smiled. Like a terrible madman, endless power shuttled through his blood. He was very satisfied with Rebecca's power. "Well, the sacrifice ceremony is completed, and the power of the ancestor vampire flows in my body!"

Celeste smiled at father Tudor. She seemed very satisfied with Rebecca's pain. She enjoyed the feeling of being high. "Is this power enough to make Klaus live worse than death?"

Father Todd nodded. He looked at Celeste. He obviously hated the damn Klaus more than the witch. He looked at Rebecca like this, "believe me... I will double what Klaus did to me. When I finish the sacrifice ceremony, he will hope he can die!"

Marcel took a look at Camille who still didn't leave. Her attitude was still unpredictable and indifferent. It seemed... It was really similar to father Kieran.

Camille, a woman, is almost as tangled as Klaus's phone. Their personalities are obviously different, but their persistence is somewhat similar.

"Are you going to open today?" Marcel looked at her helplessly, Camille, what she wanted to do, which made him a little worried and uneasy.

Camille hesitated, but she still had no idea of shrinking. She smiled slowly, shook her fingertips a few times, and another lovely glass of wine, "do you want to risk letting you suck the blood of the guests?"

Marcel was jokingly disappointed and lay down on the counter. His eyes were vague. His attitude towards human beings was more than just food. "That's really a pity. I thought you began to like me again?"

His eyes met and he couldn't help laughing.

Then Klaus's phone began to ring off and on again.

Marcel sighed. Klaus was a very persistent bastard. He held out his hand and pressed the mobile phone. Klaus's voice immediately passed over, "Dear marcel, you finally condescend to your honor, put down your despair and are willing to answer my phone?"

Marcel's tone was lukewarm. He just answered calmly, "I thought you would call all the time anyway."

Klaus didn't have time to talk nonsense with him. Their ideas were probably the same. Klaus was looking for Sophie, "listen, I'm in the witch district now. You can come here to find me."

"Sorry, I'm going to keep looking for my clues."

"Where will it be? At the bottom of the whisky bottle? " Klaus sneered, and Marcel remained calm. "Yes, I'm here with Sophie. I'm going to sit here and drink until she appears."

Klaus looked at the front. Sophie came unsteadily. She also wandered near the sacred secret place. His voice was lowered. "Yes, it's a pity that Sophie is with me. Marcel, come here and help me end everything."

Sophie dropped a wine bottle. She looked at Klaus, smiled, waved and pointed to the array symbols all over the ground.

"The villain Klaus, also began to be interested in the witch's array?"

Klaus approached and stuck Sophie's neck. He smiled gently and blew in Sophie's ear for a while. "Good, Sophie, you just appeared. I want to torture the witch most. Maybe you can explain to me the damage to my men?"