LITTLE GOBLIN: Master, Don’t Come Here!

Angelil didn't speak, he just held him tightly in his arms and teleported back to the bedroom.

Looking at the corners of his tightly pursed lips, Zhong Qing knew in her heart that the other party was unhappy.

As for why she was unhappy, she also understood.

Lovers who care too much about themselves are also a kind of sweet trouble.

Zhong Qing still put herself on the bed obediently, and then pulled the quilt to cover her.

She said: "Angeliel, that place..."

"Shut up!" Angelil looked at her.

"We'll talk about anything tomorrow. Go to bed first."

Zhong Qing looked at him innocently with her eyes open.

Angelil sighed, took off his robe and went to bed, lifted the quilt, and held Zhongqing tightly in his arms.

He stretched out a hand to cover her eyes: "Be good, close your eyes and sleep."

Zhongqing blinked, and the breath of the person next to her was quiet and familiar. She closed her eyes obediently, and soon the feeling of sleepiness came over her, and she fell into a deep sleep.

Feeling the quiet breathing of the person in his arms, Angelil sighed softly, turned his head and kissed her cheek gently, then closed his eyes and slowly fell asleep.

When I woke up early the next day, Zhong Qing felt refreshed.

This time, Angelil didn't stop her anymore, but took the initiative to ask her about what she saw yesterday.

Zhongqing told him the approximate address.

Angelil nodded.

"You stay home and look after our home, and I'll deal with this."

Zhong Qing wanted to follow him, but when he saw Angelil's appearance, he wisely closed his mouth.

All she said in the end was: "You have to pay attention to your safety."

Angelil smiled and kissed the corner of her lips: "I'll be back soon."

He spoke very quickly, but not very quickly.

At noon on the third day, Zhong Qing saw Angelil with a cold look on his face.

If they hadn't been in contact every day these days, Zhong Qing would not have been able to wait so long.

Seeing Zhongqing, the cold look on Angelil's face disappeared instantly, revealing a soft smile: "I've kept you waiting for a long time."

Zhongqing walked up to him and wanted to give him a hug, but Angelel dodged him: "I'm going to go up and wash up. Don't get it dirty on you."

He had obviously been treated beforehand, but he could still smell a faint smell of blood.

It seems that going out this time is not very peaceful.

Angelil, a mysophobic person, must have been feeling extremely uncomfortable.

About half an hour later, Angelil, who had changed his clothes again, came out.

This time he directly gave Zhong Qing a big hug, buried his head in her fragrant hair and took a deep sniff.

"I know you must have a lot of questions."

Angelil didn't hide anything from his wife and told her what happened in the past few days.

It turned out that he contacted the Holy See, and both sides acted at the same time. When they arrived at that place, they were caught off guard.

The summoning formation is already halfway through, and the flesh and blood sacrifices have been collected, but there are still some resentments left.

"The thing you sensed is a robe stained with blood." It is said to be the robe once worn by the ancestor Cain.

What Angelil didn't say was that when he saw the robe, he felt a vaguely familiar feeling in his heart.

Maybe it's the attraction of the ancestor's blood to the descendants of vampires?

He didn't tell Zhong Qing this so as not to worry her.

What happened later was much simpler. Such a group of rabble who didn't know how to get together could not be the opponent of the Holy See and the vampire elites.