The moment Finica's gaze looked at John through the crowd, the people in the living room also felt something, and subconsciously followed her gaze.

In an instant, countless eyes shot from all directions, like countless iron needles piercing into the muscles, John suddenly stiffened, as if he was stuck in the mire, his raised right foot was frozen in the air, and it did not fall for a long time, looking like a thief who was stealing things but was caught by his master.

"Damn it!"

He cursed in a low voice, turned around slowly, the ferocity on his forehead wrinkled, as if he had met the early spring sunshine, quickly flattened down, he shrugged his shoulders and looked around blankly, his innocent expression was like a child.

"Why are you all looking at me, I just want to go to the toilet and won't let me go?"

Hearing him say this, the people in the living room were suddenly a little embarrassed, they all turned their heads away, and refocused their eyes on the queen of the banquet, Finika raised her eyebrows slightly, this person gave her an inexplicable sense of familiarity, but she was very sure that she had not seen that face before.

But where does this familiarity mixed with hatred come from?

She couldn't figure it out, but the legendary vampire's instincts told her that this young human must have some connection to herself.

"What do we do next?" Zero said in his mind,

"It's impossible to escape!"

John shook his head, asked the attendant for directions, and went to the toilet on the west side, peeing, and whispered,

"Judging from the expression she just showed, it is likely that she has doubted me, and if I leave now, it will definitely exacerbate her doubts, and even confirm some kind of conjecture."

"But if you don't leave now, you won't be able to leave for a while, she's a legendary vampire, we've seen her power, she wants to kill, and she cares about time and place."

"You're right, but I still can't go."

"Because Phoebe is still a witch?"

"Neither!"

John shook his head, and after a soak of urine, his chaotic thoughts straightened out a lot,

"We can't go at all."

Belch?

Zero was puzzled.

John sighed and said helplessly, "In addition to the legendary vampire, don't forget her other identity, the patriarch of the Finica family, how could she come alone when she attended the ball." ”

"You mean ......"

John nodded, and continued, "If nothing else, this manor is already under the watchful eye of vampires, and going out now is no different from looking for death. ”

"If you want to survive tonight, you have to start with that woman."

He lifted his pants, went outside, washed his hands, took a deep breath, and returned to the banquet.

At this time, the two queens of the ball were in an invisible confrontation, one of them was wearing a retro purple dress, with a noble temperament and beautiful facial features; The other is slightly inferior in appearance and temperament, but has the home advantage, and in addition to the particularity of tonight's banquet, he barely falls behind.

But anyone with a discerning eye can see that as the banquet progresses, Grace will inevitably fall into the fate of a supporting role.

"I really admire your determination."

Phoebe held her glass and stared at the prom queen as she whispered to John,

"With such a beautiful woman in front of you, you can still go to the toilet."

John shrugged, "She's really beautiful, but what does that have to do with not going to the toilet?" ”

"You can't suffocate your bladder just to see beautiful women!"

"You're really ......"

Phoebe looked at him, speechless.

"Did you find any information about her?"

Phoebe shook her head, "I've only heard her name is Finica." ”

"Aren't you going up there to inquire?"

Phoebe sighed, looking at the goddess-like woman not far away, her heart was complicated, her eyes flashed with admiration, hesitation, uneasiness and a trace of hesitation, he shook his head and sighed,

"Do you remember the story that the teacher told us about Cleopatra and Antony?"

John frowned, thought about it carefully, and some fragments poured out of his mind, but he couldn't remember it clearly, but fortunately he still knew something about this story, and said,

"You compare her to Cleopatra?"

"No, she's far prettier than Cleopatra, and I'm less than a thousandth of Antony." Phoebe took a sip of wine, her face full of melancholy.

Hearing this, John's eyes lit up instantly, and he couldn't help but think a little higher about this senior, who has the ability to recognize and control himself, such a person is rare.

"So, you're not going to make contact with her."

"Yes." Phoebe nodded,

"It's a shame."

John put down his glass, straightened his collar, combed his hair, and smoothed out the folds in his trousers.

"What are you going to do?" Phoebe looked at John quizzically, "It can't be..."

"Of course!"

John smiled and said, "You have a fiancée, but I don't, it's a pity not to know such a beautiful lady in front of you." ”

"As for Anthony, huh...... No one is going to be Anthony, because everyone who wants to be Anthony is dead. ”

After speaking, John patted Phoebe on the shoulder and said in a deep voice,

"Remember, don't leave until the dinner is over."

Phoebe was stunned, not understanding what the last two sentences meant, and was about to ask, when the people around her had already walked away.

As time passed, in this battle between the two kings, Grace gradually showed defeat, even though she tried her best to show her charm and try to reverse the unfavorable situation, but helplessly, the enemy was too strong, and the charm that exudes when she is beautiful and noble to the extreme, even as a woman, she inadvertently has a hazy illusion.

This woman is simply not human!

Grace bit the tip of her tongue hard, forcibly sobering herself up, and when she saw John who was striding forward, she looked happy, but when she found that the focus of his eyes was not on herself, but on the woman next to her, her expression suddenly fell, and she cursed in a low voice,

"John Condon, you bastard!"

John plucked a rose from the vase, and when he walked up to Finica, he threw it away.

Seeing this scene, the people around couldn't help but be a little curious, Finika glanced at John, an inexplicable look flashed in her eyes, and asked with a smile,

"If you took the flower, why did you throw it out again?"

John let out a long sigh and said deeply,

"I had intended to make the acquaintance of a beautiful woman with this flower, but when I went to her, I found that this delicate rose was too vulgar in comparison with the indescribable beauty and nobility before me, and it was the greatest humiliation to give it to her."

Giggles!

Finika covered her lips and laughed merrily, the best compliment she'd ever heard in two thousand years.

The male creatures around him turned around and looked at John with strange eyes, and the sycophants were so fresh and relevant, it was rare in the world.

Is this still the same John Condon who shot and killed without saying a word?