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Seeing this, Klaus immediately pushed Cole and rescued me from Cole's merciless grasp.

"It's better to let her go." Klaus hugged me, dimple deepening.

I didn't care about these, and continued to say to Cole: "Look, you've started to be absent-minded."

Cole was not in the mood to care about Klaus pushing him anymore. It is estimated that he is full of Davina now, and he gritted his teeth again and asked: "So it is really about Davina."

"if not?"

He continued to ask: "What about her?"

"Resurrection." Just spit out two words lightly, Cole's eyes are already full of crystals, in my impression Cole has always been a playboy, the kind who doesn't even care about his family, but at this moment, he is for me With these two words in his mouth, hope was ignited in the whole person, as if it was the magma erupted from the eruption of the volcano that flooded the ancient city of Pompeii.

It was so hot that I couldn't bear to refuse it. In fact, I was going to be resurrected.

He still wanted to step forward, but he still held back his actions just now, clenched his fists with some hesitation, and looked begging, like a poor little girl: "If you can, please, I'm willing to promise anything."

Well, I might really have the heart of an aunt. Under Cole’s pitiful pleas, I couldn’t bear to stand on the sidelines anymore, so I replied: “You don’t need to agree, I promised Klaus a long time ago, However, Davina does not need to be punished."

In the first half of the sentence, Cole's expression was still joyful and pleasantly surprised, but the last half made him dim, and he shouted: "No!"

"Then let her soul continue to wander." I hate people who order me and deny me the most, so I turned around and continued to work indifferently.

He called out again: "No!"

I handed over the choice to Cole. In fact, he had no choice: "You choose."

"What punishment." He conceded, his voice low.

I smiled slightly: "I'm a good person, probably just to get rid of her magic."

"She will go crazy." Cole said distressedly.

I glanced around the crowd, but no one said a word, so I spoke from my position: "She will do bad things, Cole, you can't be too selfish, family and lover must always be in harmony."

"I agree." Freya said weakly, crossing her arms.

Cole was silent for a while before asking, "What about Marcel?"

I smiled and said, "You'll know when the time comes."

In the afternoon, the sky turned gloomy, and Cole complained a lot. The bad weather made him feel depressed. Rebecca was making fun of Cole like a child, and Hayley and Klaus were teasing Hope. , Hope has grown up, her hair is like Hailey, moist and radiant, but has the natural curls of Klaus, her eyes are amber green, like a summer afternoon, grandma wears it during the sweet afternoon tea time The turquoise necklace on the chest.

Although it is a cloudy day, the sun still spares no effort to shine down through the pervasive and heavy clouds. It is the kind of warmth that you dare not look up at the sky for too long when you raise your head. It is like a feeling, even if it is blocked by dark clouds. , but it will still tell you in another way that he never left.

Everyone's last day in London was full of laughter and laughter.

Sitting quietly under the tree with me, Freya said to me in a friendly way: "This is the moment I have dreamed of. I have longed for it countless times but failed countless times."

This is my first visit to New Orleans, a city in the southern part of the United States. I heard it a long time ago because its jazz fascinated me.

It is said that this is the second largest port city next to New York, and it is true. From the airport to the urban area, you can see the bright sunshine everywhere. Although tourists come and go incessantly, they are all enriched with a different kind of poetry and beauty in this city. The aroma of food, unique Spanish style, French architecture, and resident singers singing emotionally in the streets all form a beautiful landscape of New Orleans. .

Here, you can see black musicians playing saxophones everywhere, or white-haired old men leisurely playing ukulele or guitar under the warmth of the sun. They often wear straw caps, look at ease and enjoy themselves. .

This European style and full of cultural atmosphere from all over the world is really lovable to the extreme. Perhaps this is why Klaus likes this place, his favorite place in the world.

In fact, Klaus has an artist's heart, doesn't he?

Klaus's home is in a very good location, and the house has already fallen into dust.The very unique small second floor, the dust in the air is flying wantonly in the sun.

Cole was the first to step in. He glanced around and said calmly, "Marcel hasn't gone too far, at least he hasn't taken this place as his own." Rebecca glanced at Cole and said nothing.Freya remained silent while Elijah was pulling Hayley through her loose hair.

This place is really too dirty and messy. After the consensus was reached, everyone started to clean up, and they seemed to be having a good time.

The first thing everyone should do is tell Hope to settle down. Hope is an honest child, and she said that she will not cause trouble for everyone. Then everyone dispersed like a beast and divided their work.

Vampires don’t dare to be number one in other things, but their speed is really jaw-dropping. For example, when Cole was about to throw a basin of water, Klaus quickly came down from the second floor to catch it. Cole scratched a little ashamedly. With a brow, he turned and left silently.

The curtains needed to be cleaned, but someone like Klaus would definitely not be able to do this kind of manual work. In the end, he called the decoration company and the cleaning company. That's it."

Taking advantage of the gap, Klaus took me to Jackson Square in New Orleans, which used to be the French Quarter, so it has the style of an ancient European city.Many early French and Spanish-style buildings are preserved. They stand quietly in the sun and feel the changes of time.

Klaus put his hands behind his back and faced me and said: "In 1718, under the guidance of the Indian tribe, the French settled in the highlands at the mouth of the Mississippi River. This is the prototype of Orleans, because its earliest old city is The French Quarter by the river is, of course, the most quintessential part of New Orleans.” When he introduced this place, his eyes lit up, he took my hand, kissed me lightly, and continued: “In the French Quarter , you can have as much fun as you want, there's never a dull moment here, ever.

He said as he walked, the pride and satisfaction in his expression made me have to admit that Klaus really loves this place, and the unsparing enjoyment and praise between words made me follow his heart and feel in his mouth The most beautiful place in the world, here is full of fanatical love, there are people of various professions, and there are vampires kissing on the street, here, no matter what profession, magician, poet, musician, Wizards, astrologers, every word in their mouths is full of vitality and enthusiasm.Even if you don't know whether it's good or bad, you can't help but make people feel happy.But quite a few of them seemed to know Klaus. The moment they saw Klaus, they backed away from me one after another, as if they had seen a ghost in horror.

I joked about it: "Seeing that Marcel's work is not done well."

Klaus' eyes sank, but he didn't answer.

He took me to the beach again. Those who are willing to crawl quietly in the sand or hold a sun umbrella on the top of the bench to enjoy the coastal scenery are only a few people on the beach, and most people are still aimless The sound of lapping waves did not refresh them at all, but made them more lazy.It seems that they can't wait to fall to the ground in the next second and never get up again. They want the hot sand to flow through their bodies. A local spa on the beach is probably what they dream of.

I sneezed, took a deep breath, and breathed in the sea breeze full of salty smell. Standing on a reef, it seemed like I was standing on the snow mountain of Kilimanjaro, imagining that the sand under my feet turned into white snow, and the breeze It turned into a biting wind, and the crisp, moist air turned into a squinting blizzard, and I shook my head, ending what amounted to a suicidal fantasy.

When you open your eyes, the scenery is still beautiful. The sun shines on the sea like a layer of broken diamonds. The wind may be blowing from the Gulf of Mexico. Imagine the smell of tacos in the air.There are bikini girls everywhere, and the enthusiastic and satisfied smiles on their faces have already surpassed their age and appearance.

Klaus walked ahead, and he turned suddenly, arms outstretched, as if to embrace the sun: "Zero, I'm in my favorite place in the world right now, surrounded by food, music, art and culture. And now I'm What I want to do is to show you all this and make you fall in love with it.”

My fist tightened little by little, and then loosened little by little. I didn't know what expression to make, so I just nodded in a daze.

If he knew my plan, maybe he would never smile like that again.

His smile is satisfied and charming, his figure is tall and proud, this is Klaus, the king of the city.

In the evening, Klaus and Marcel met on Bourbon Street in Southwest Gardens. The bouncers in the bar had their own characteristics. Some of them were casually dressed with a pair of sunglasses, while others were guarding the door with a black face and expressionless arms.

However, no matter how serious his expression was, he couldn't stop the sound of the music piercing his eardrums, and the whole street was full of extravagance.Under some dark trees, in corners where the light cannot be found, there are ears and temples