In the office on the second floor of the Angel Bay Aquatic Products Trade and Processing Factory, the Angel witch held a lady's cigarette in one hand and leaned elegantly on the leather boss's chair. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The frosted glass door facing it was slammed open, and the vampire walked in menacingly: "I want you to lift my curse!"

"You're late, more than two centuries late. The witch was not surprised by his arrival, but took a bottle of red wine from the cupboard and poured him a glass.

The smell of blood instantly filled Barnabas's nostrils, and his anger dissipated instantly, staring at the red liquid in the cup and swallowing.

"What is this?" he asked.

"What you've been drinking all these days. The witch pulled her chair back a little and put her white legs on the table.

The vampire sat down involuntarily, his eyes glued to the cup, but he still controlled himself and asked, "Where did you get these ......?"

"Someone you don't know. The witch smiled brightly, "I promise." ”

Barnabas picked up the cup and put it down, but at last he couldn't resist the temptation and threw his head up.

"Now it's calm?" the witch stared at her old lover, "Then let's sit down and have a good talk." ”

The vampire was speechless, still annoyed that he hadn't resisted the temptation of blood.

"Give up that little workshop you just started... How about selling it to me?"

"Sell it to you? don't dream. The vampire stood up violently: "One cannot give up the revival of family honor for the sake of money. ”

"I'd like to try~" A piece of paper on the witch's lectern pushed over.

Barnabas looked down and saw a check that Angel Bouchart, Harbor Collins' Aquatic Products Manager, had paid Barnabas Collins $1.75 million.

The vampire looked up at a witch and sat down again, "I didn't expect my business acumen to make you so uneasy. ”

"It's not business acumen to give a fisherman a detriment, Barnabas. The witch leaned down and pushed the check forward again, and the deep chasm was unashamedly displayed before his eyes: "These are my conditions. ”

Unmoved, the vampire sat straight and sarcastically said, "My condition is that you go to hell at once, where you can have Asmodeus (the demon of Jewish legend) flirt with you personally." ”

"Wow~" The witch sat up straight and sighed: "Only you can talk to me like that, Barnabas~"

"Yes, that's right, although I still don't know much about this era, but give me a reason not to kill you now. Barnabas' eyes narrowed dangerously.

"It's only you who will die, dear. ”

"Impossible... Kill me for my mercy, and you turn me into a monster. ”

"We're all monsters, Barnabas, two big fish trapped in a small pond. The witch extinguished her cigarette butt and stood up and walked over to the vampire: "Now, we're either going to fight to the death or we're going to ......."

As she spoke, she grabbed her old lover's cold palm and attached it to her face: "Either you will get along." ”

The vampire's tense face relaxed, and the witch moved his hand down as she spoke, covering her chest directly, and the vampire's eyes widened silently, the familiar touch......

The witch rubbed his hand and said, "To be honest, I was really angry with you more than 200 years ago, and I was very happy to watch your family struggle and decline, like burning an ant with a magnifying glass. ”

"I'm glad to be revered after the disgrace of the Collins family, trading the despair of your people for riches, but lately......" The witch let go of Barnabas's hand, leaned over behind her, leaned down, grabbed the vampire's throat with one hand, pressed her face to the past and took a deep breath: "I've been feeling lonely lately...... We're different from those people, Barnabas. We are nobler than them, so I miss you so much, you are the only ant I don't want to kill......"

The vampire was at the mercy of the witch's touch, just as he had been more than two centuries ago, but the moment little Barnabas was caught, he stood up and broke free from the witch's embrace: "What do you want, Angel Bouchard." ”

"Your love!" the witch pointed at him, "You must still love me, don't you!" in the depths of your stopped, cold heart. ”

The vampire was silent for a long time before finally denying it: "Give it up, not even Eros can create a more evil union than ours." ”

"What if I were to create?"

"What? Magic? Or Rausch's potion? That's not love......"

The witch took two steps closer, grabbed the placket of her clothes with both hands and pulled hard, and the two white rabbits jumped out happily: "Use this!

"Uh-oh...... the vampire felt his eyes under the control of magic, and couldn't take them off: "I have to admit, they're still ...... still in style."

"I want you, Barnabas, I've been waiting for you for two centuries, and if you want me, I'll stop looking for trouble. The witch's voice was full of temptation, like the whimper of a cat, like the murmur of the devil.

The vampire's eyes finally moved away from the white rabbit, and he looked directly at the witch: "I'm not what I used to be, and I'm not going to be tempted by you." ”

"I can change you~"

"What if I refuse?" Barnabas said as he tried his last stand.

"Then I'll destroy everything you love," the witch stripped off the vampire's clothes, then lay down on the couch by the wall and spread her legs, "Start with the few family you have left." ”

For good reason, the vampire was completely defeated, and as if he was convincing himself, he said, "So... For the sake of my family, I have to offend your private zone......"

The witch's slender legs wrapped around the vampire's waist, and the gravitational pull of the whole room seemed to be constantly changing, from the floor to the ceiling, from the doorway to the four walls, the wallpaper was torn, the vase, the glass table lamp, the telephone, and all kinds of trinkets were affected by this fierce and protracted "war", and none of them were spared.

Roger, who was worried that the vampire's brain would be killed in a hot spot, did not arrive after the end of the "battle", and Willy, the only one who could drive on the road, was taken away, and he came on foot.

The vampire and the witch sat on the only couch that was still intact, and the whole room looked like it had been ravaged by a Category 12 typhoon.

Barnabas sat in the corner of the couch with a low voice: "This is how things went... It's regrettable......"

The witch leaned lazily back on the couch and smiled, "You didn't seem to regret it just now. ”

"yes, that's the most regrettable thing. The vampire had a lifeless expression: "Although there is no life, I still can't control my desire for carnal desires, especially for you......"

The witch put one foot on his lap and flushed her face: "Why do you use such cold language to describe passion......"