If you don't have good enough eloquence, thick enough skin, and enough compound schemes, how can you be embarrassed to call yourself a scumbag.

Treating Serena, and treating Natasha, requires a very different approach.

Natasha is smart enough, smart enough, and sees everything very thoroughly, like a vixen, and the affection she needs is built on a strong enough protective force.

But Serena is different, Serena's life circle is too small, and the dealings she has had over the past four hundred years are vampires, werewolves, and so on.

So Serena is lonely, cold, and needs to be sincere enough and hot enough feelings.

Jordani admits that he is a scumbag, and since he was a child, he has been determined to be a scumbag who does not love dogs.

But scum, Jordani never thought of himself as a ruthless person.

As a friend of Guan Bao, Jordan could even go to war directly with the behemoth's mutual aid club for the sake of Jenny when he was very weak.

As a close-knit kindergarten parent, Jordani is also affectionate enough to treat May and Peter, and without any force support, he opposes the CIA and Osborne.

As an active boyfriend and girlfriend, between Jordani and Natasha, not to mention the battle of Budapest, Jordani is still on the wanted list by Russia and Hungary.

And in a sense, the longest-lasting relationship with Jordani is Serena.

Getting rid of Marcus and William is why Jordani came to Latvia alone when Nick Fury arranged for everyone to leave Europe.

The undead have a long lifespan, and they seem to carry a curse from above.

Four hundred years of loneliness, in Jordani's opinion, is enough, Jordani came this time, to pull Serena out of the vampire and werewolf grievances.

Of course, when doing good deeds, Jordani is naturally happier when he can exchange for a sincere feeling.

Looking at Selina who was still sleeping beside her, even if the other party's eyes were closed, the satisfaction and happiness on her delicate face were undoubted.

Jordani stepped away from the covers and stretched.

After a lot of actual combat training, I am finally no longer the fifteen-minute boy I used to be, and the feeling of growing up is great.

Packing a few random clothes, Jordani arrived at the castle.

The corpses of vampires and werewolves were reduced to ashes when exposed to sunlight and sprinkled with silver powder, and the castle was much brighter than a touch of blood.

The owner of this castle used to have a good status among the vampires, and his strength was also very good.

Hanging on the wall all night, the vampire looked much weaker, but still alive and tenaciously.

Under the guidance of the castle's owner, Jordani collected some food from the castle that was specially supplied to blood slaves and prepared a fairly rich breakfast.

At this time, Jordani is more like the owner of this castle than the vampire on the wall.

At the end of the long dining table, Jordani was in a good mood, enjoying the sun and breakfast, but unfortunately the red wine in the castle was mixed with blood, and fortunately there was some green tea bought from the Far East.

"Hey, man, I don't know your name yet?"

Eating casually, Jordani seemed to suddenly remember something, and asked the vampire on the wall.

"Charles Bromley."

Compared to most hard-boned vampires, the owner of this castle is obviously more attentive.

In fact, Charles, the vampire, was not as evil as Jordani imagined, and was bitten by a vampire about two hundred years ago.

It was a much more chaotic era, and the industrial revolution was full of black smoke, disease, and war, which Charles didn't like very much.

So more than 100 years ago, Charles crossed the ocean and went to the United States, relying on his long life and accumulation, and now he is a huge rich man and philanthropist in the medical industry in the United States.

Charles believed in God, and it is said that even the first fund of the Red Cross was contributed anonymously by Charles.

After becoming famous, Charles has a lot of wealth and influence in hand, and his status among the vampire clan has improved, and in recent years, he has been given the castle of the vampire's ancestral land.

Returning to the hometown with wealth, no matter where people are, they will have such thoughts.

Charles also returned to Latvia recently, sponsored a large sum of dollars from Marcus, and planned to live here for a while, if it wasn't for the ancestral land, Charles would have released all the blood slaves in the castle.

Listening to Charles's complaints, Jordani was dumbfounded.

Everywhere and in all races, there are wonders.

Or it's not weird, but Charles has gone through a hundred years, and he still hasn't lost the kind of shining point of humanity and kindness, which shocked Jordani.

"What are you talking about?"

Just when Jordani was stunned, Serena wrapped in a loose lounge dress and came to the hall.

“Nothing！ My dear, I have prepared breakfast for you, uh, eggs and green beans, and here is a bloody red wine if you need it. ”

Jordani got up and gentlemanly pulled out a chair for Serena.

The two kissed face to face, and Serena pushed away the red wine mixed with blood in disgust, and said, "Honey, is there coffee?" ”

Jordani shrugged and said, "It's rude to drink coffee in a vampire's house, there's green tea from the East, do you need it?" It tastes good. ”

Sprinkle dog food early in the morning.

Charles on the wall was very unhappy, but more than that, it was an unparalleled shock.

Watching Selina enjoy breakfast, Charles struggled for a while, wailed, but ignored it, and said: "This is impossible, no blood clan can enjoy human breakfast, Serena, I know you, this is impossible......"

Serena didn't pay attention to Charles on the wall, after breaking away from her four-hundred-year life as a vampire, Serena hated all the undead, these undead creatures, destroyed Serena's family, and brought disaster to Serena for hundreds of years.

Jordani, on the other hand, is very interested in Charles on the wall.

Flipping over his hand and taking out a test tube containing immortal blood from the space backpack, Jordani put down the utensils and said, "Charles, do you know what this is?" ”

Charles's nose twitched, his face was surprised and shocked, and said, "This is the immortal blood of the Great Elder, the source of evolution, F.. k, give me, I need it, money, I have countless riches, how much do you want......"

Jordani laughed.

An immortal blood is nothing to Jordani, and Jordan has a lot of it.

After the European incident and the three documents that Natasha took out, Jordani deeply felt that no one could be relied on, not Safer, let alone Nick Fury.

To be a man, you always have to rely on yourself.

And if you want to rely on yourself, a force with strong enough funds and strong strength is indispensable.

Norman Osbourne could work together, but it wasn't a good choice, but Charles Bromley in front of him was a good choice.