[Comprehensive] Looking for a male god system experiencer

Men and women who are lingering and cuddling together, they are either talking about love, or directly performing the eighteen forbidden drama.

At this time, one wave of guests will go to the candlelight in the tavern, order a glass of gin and listen to a folk song or blues quietly, while the other wave of guests will go to the bright lights, the music is about to break through the eardrums, and the drunkenness In the atmospheric bar, order a toast of beer and toast to the carnival.

"Welcome back to New Orleans." When we came to the bar we had appointed, at the railing on the second floor, seeing Marcel in a suit and meticulously dressed, he grinned and gritted his teeth.

Klaus was very calm when he saw Marcel, he just shook his head with his hands behind his back, and smiled: "No, I don't need your welcome, this is our place."

"Whatever you say." Marcel's expression froze for a moment, and then he spread his hands.

"It's time to return the property to its original owner." Klaus raised his eyebrows and exhaled, looked around and said, "I'm afraid this city has lost a lot of weight in the days since we left. So, Marcel, it's time for you to hand it over." .”

Marcel tilted his head and smiled, "Can I refuse?"

"You are no longer eligible." I interjected, looking at Marcel coldly.

"Resurrect Davina first." Marcel shifted his gaze from Klaus to me, frowning.

"Return the city to Klaus first." I said with a firm attitude and no compromise.

The atmosphere fell silent for a while, and finally Marcel let out a faint laugh. If I hadn't seen him showing his signature big white teeth, I would have even wondered if I had heard it wrong.

He pondered, then said provocatively: "Okay, then I need you to resurrect someone."

Klaus listened.

I asked, "Who?"

"Camille."

After saying the name, Klaus' expression suddenly changed.He gritted his teeth and called Marcel's name: "Marcel!"

Marcel didn't care about Klaus's ruthlessness, he continued to provoke: "Why, don't you want her to be resurrected? Could it be that you have no face to face her?"

"Who is Camille?" Seeing Klaus like this, I actually still know it in my heart, but I think it is more appropriate to say this sentence at the moment.

"I think it's better for Klaus to say this." Marcel sneered.

I said, "No, tell me."

"Zero..." Klaus rubbed his temple helplessly.

Marcel said it very succinctly: "His former lover."

It's a pity that I won't fall into Marcel's trap. I tilted my head in doubt, and pretended to be naive: "Do people like him really have lovers?"

Under Marcel's expression—'Why don't you play cards according to common sense', I added another sentence: "But for a man like Klaus, I don't have to worry about any diseases without women."

Klaus was obviously relieved, and Marcel said: "You are really interesting."

Leaving the bar, we walked on a small road that was slightly quieter than the street just now.

I put my pocket and looked at Klaus: "You don't want to talk to me about Camille."

"There's nothing to say." Klaus said impatiently.

I raised my eyebrows and said patiently, "Your attitude just now made me a little uncomfortable."

Klaus just woke up like a dream, realized that he had lost his composure, and quickly apologized: "I'm sorry...it was my gaffe."

"I hope there won't be a second time." I said indifferently.

"Of course, Mylove." Klaus stopped, and pressed a kiss on my forehead without any lust.

I was so pleased with his kiss that I changed the subject: "You really love this city. I can see it in your eyes."

"Indeed." He answered frankly.

"But this world is so big, but there is no place that I miss so much." I was a little bit disappointed when I said these words, as Gu Ling.

"That's wrong." He took my hand and shook it.

"Oh?" I raised my voice.

Under the moonlight, his smile was as handsome as a sculpture, and the affection in his eyes seemed to be the love in the night in New Orleans. He said softly, "The place you miss should be where I am."

The author has something to say: I’m back, I’m giving you 5000 words, I should have updated it yesterday, I was too busy and forgot.There is a typo corrected at night, I went to class

The original vampire 22

The author has something to say: Comrades, I, Hu Hansan, are back again!This week, I originally wanted to update 1w words at once, and choose one day to update.But I can’t help it, let’s make more today, and make up the remaining 5000 gold tomorrow. You’re still here and Mumeizi——I wrote a lot of papers this week, so I don’t have time to write manuscripts. Next week Be sure to update.The first generation is coming to an end... Can I say that I really had a hard time writing it?I've been obsessed with Secretary Dalcone lately...have written thousands of his beginnings.If someone also likes Secretary Dakang, I will release his. If there is no one, I will write YY myself haha. This time I really found the motivation to write for myself.bow!One week off, I was wrong!

Another night of love with Klaus made me feel so guilty, look how I am now, like a child who craves candy!

Marcel visited three times before and after, all within one day. In the morning, everyone looked the same, and they slept so hard that they didn’t know what night it was. At noon, they were reborn as hungry ghosts and only cared about where to eat and Marcel. It wasn't until the evening that everyone lay leisurely on the sofa, bench or sitting on the piano bench. Rebecca's fingers were nimble like a rabbit rubbing and jumping on the smooth black and white keys.

The visit to Marcel interrupted this warm piano performance, making the atmosphere a little stiff. You know, the family reunion moments can be counted on the fingers of the Michaelson family, and Marcel is no longer counted. When the family arrives, he is an unexpected guest!

"Oh, what a rare visitor." Klaus put his hands on the piano and his feet crossed to form a triangle.He just stood there, showing no sign of welcome.

Instead, Elijah stood outside the door, but didn't intend to let Marcel in.

Finally Marcel asked, "Aren't you inviting me in?"

Elijah turned sideways.

When I saw Marcel, I thought of the old lover of Klaus he was talking about, and I felt somewhat uncomfortable. I would not be jealous of a dead person, but I want to be jealous if I want to resurrect this dead person. .

"Wow, what a heartwarming scene, I'm here to find Zero." Marcel called me by name.

I yawned lazily, stood up from Freya, and looked directly at Marcel: "Are you looking for me?"

"The night of the full moon is tomorrow night. Don't you think you should show me something to make me feel at ease?" Although Marcel is a little black guy, it is undeniable that his well-proportioned muscles have added a lot of points. Especially those blurred narrow eyes, looking from this direction, he is an attractive man.

I nodded irrefutably: "Indeed, I'd have forgotten if you didn't tell me." Maybe it was my indifferent look that made Marcel's expression turn cold, but when he thought of asking for something from me, he still put on a smile Ask, "Should you tell me what I need to do? Dig three feet?"

"Then I'm sorry." In fact, Marcel didn't say that I really forgot about it. Of course, I definitely didn't show it. If Marcel knew that I forgot about resurrecting Davina at this juncture I guess I'm about to lose my temper. I didn't want to embarrass myself, so I picked out my ears and said, "Just bring two wizards over here. Tomorrow night, at 08:30."

"Don't we only need two wizards?" Marcel obviously felt that something was missing, as if two hundred wizards were enough.

"Yes, only two wizards are needed. I'll wait for you in the church." I said it again patiently.

"Thank you." Marcel raised his head and thanked him with a very sincere attitude.

"Thank you, please tell Klaus." I smiled and looked at Klaus, Klaus raised his hands, I turned my gaze and said, "If there is nothing wrong, we will continue the family gathering, Presumably you are not interested in this." As soon as these words came out, Marcel's expression obviously couldn't hold back, and he squeezed out a smile a little stiffly: "Okay, goodbye."

"No." Elijah was at the door at the moment, his hands drooped naturally, the gentleman opened the door for Klaus, and made a gesture of invitation.

"Everyone's attitude towards Marcel is not very friendly." Cole concluded.

"You asked for it!" Freya rubbed her temples, leaned on the sofa, and crossed her legs coquettishly.

"I said, Zero, I'm afraid you're the only one who can deflate Marcel." Cole poked his neck and looked over.

"That's not the case, it's just that I don't have any kindness for him." I shrugged and said.In fact, my attitude towards Marcel is entirely because he is sorry for Klaus, Rebecca, Klaus, and Hayley. The three of them took turns telling the history of the rise and fall of the Michaelson family. Big idea, to me, if Klaus wants to, he can even make Marcel have nothing, but he doesn't want to, and he doesn't want to.Since he doesn't want to be a bad guy, I can only do it. Anyway... His thoughts stopped here, and he didn't dare to think about it any more. He turned the topic to Klaus in a relaxed tone. He was leaning on the fireplace with his elbows, gently Swaying the red liquid in the cup, round and round.

"Because he's sorry for Klaus." I sighed.

"Wow, should I say that I am very moved." Klaus heard that he was named and guarded, strode over and grabbed my shoulder, and said with a smile