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Bai Lu lay there motionless, as if she was planning on treating herself as some kind of vase or decoration.

Wolfwoman, who was no longer chattering, looked a little better. Claus licked the blood on the corner of his mouth and closed his eyes.

Bai Lu's breathing relaxed, but she still remained cautious and didn't make the slightest movement.

Claus tugged at the cold intent at the corners of his mouth. He did not care whether the container beside him was male or female, or what kind of species it was, or even if she wanted to kill him.

To indulge oneself, act wantonly, fall to infinite happiness, Claus's soul that was torn apart still could not be redeemed.

"New Orleans, this, belongs to me … City, you know? Wandering Wolfwoman. "

New Orleans, which city's name is this? Wolfwoman? Did he mean her? Wolf? Species? Or … In other words, the wandering Wolfwoman s were not very familiar with them, right?

Bai Lu's mind raced as she tried to find any clues.

Hiss!

Her neck hurt.

The damn man bit her again, and his sharp eyes flashed with killing intent.

The blood carried a fresh life force, and fell from the corner of Claus's mouth.

His face was pale white like marble, as if his facial features had become enchanting and enchanting due to the blood. Claus stretched out his hand and carelessly touched his neck, which was covered in white dew, and his eyebrows and eyes became blurry for a second.

werewolves, lonely wandering Wolfwoman, abandoned fallen souls.

She was afraid of Claus's strength, and the wound on her neck was making tearing and tearing sounds, but she still did not dare to move at all.

Blood, without the slightest tendency to stop, flowed into the man's mouth.

Bai Lu struggled. This man, was he a monster or demon? He was actually constantly drinking human blood?

He frowned, but he didn't look the same with his domineering good looks. He was the archetype of a man, with a strong body without warmth, a heart without sound, and a paradoxical combination.

What was this man?

This body did not belong to her. She was still conscious even though she had lost so much blood. What was the reason?

Furthermore, the little guy's blood was much more delicious than the blood of ordinary werewolves. It tightly encircled his prey as Claus enjoyed the fear and rejection from the Wolfwoman beneath him.

At the very least, they didn't dare to betray their master out of fear.

Claus's strong and slender fingers hooked onto Bai Lu's chin, the corner of his mouth rose up slightly, revealing a pair of captivating dimples, Claus leaned forward and comforted his spoils of war.

The wound on her neck was healed in an instant, as if it was tightly sewn with invisible threads. It was perfect but strange.

His neck was the color of honey, long and strong, without any damage or unnecessary pain.

Claus wantonly entangled Bai Lu's neck, the vampire's kiss carried the power of a stinger on it. Everywhere it went, dense muscles would bloom with roses.

"River Crab"