C63 (1/2)

Rebecca examined her head, allowing Bailu Jing to lean on her quietly. The two of them still did not say a single word, just allowing their memories to ravage their emotions.

Klaus' cruelty was shocking. White Dew couldn't help but cover her stomach with a hand. She didn't even have the heart to ask the child to see those scenes.

But why was the pulse getting stronger?

”Didn't I already warn you, Marcel?” Klaus' handsome face cracked savagely as he pressed the tip of his sword against Marcel's neck. Letting go, he forced him into a corner.

Marcel was no match for him at the time, a human, an ancestral vampire. Klaus could have killed him as easily as crushing an ant.

Rebecca rushed over and begged her brother to let go of her love, ”Klaus, please don't... He is not like the others, you know when you first see him, he is Marcel, your Marcellus... You saved him, you protected him, you raised him. ”

Rebecca grabbed the sword that had been pointing at Marcel's neck, even disregarding her own safety. ”Can't you bear to kill him, please, Klaus.”

”You're right,” Klaus calmly retracted his hand, letting out a sigh of relief. ”I can't bear it,” Klaus suddenly teased Bai Lu's heart once more, then he viciously pulled out the dagger he had hidden in his chest and stabbed it into Rebecca's chest. ”But, I will bear with you, my sister.”

Rebecca watched on helplessly as the dagger stabbed into her body. She was simply unable to resist the cold hardening process, from her face to her body to her eyes.

Marcel could only look on helplessly.

”Dear little sister, you need to learn a good lesson so that you will understand … ”Don't just take what belongs to me.” Rebecca slipped into Marcel's arms, and they both looked at Klaus with similar hate. White Dew didn't know if it was love or hate.

It was so complicated that it was hard to tell the difference. White Dew felt that if a dagger were in her hands, Klaus would be able to enjoy the feeling of his elder brother and younger sister. It would be a waste if he didn't stab her!

”...” Unfortunately, she didn't.

She looked at Rebecca, unable to understand.

”If you knew that Elijah was in Marcel's hands, why didn't you just go and snatch it yourself?” White Dew tried to find another way.

”Because if I enrage Klaus, my brother, then I will be lying in my coffin downstairs.” ”I don't know,” Klaus said.

Silver dagger?