But outside the door there was already the shout of Roger's perverted father: "Hurry up, Willie, hurry up and cook, I'm going to starve to death." Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Angel the witch turned and walked back, smiling at Roger, "Looks like there's no need to wait until the afternoon, isn't it, little one?"

Roger snorted meaninglessly and shouted outside the door, "Uncle Barnabas, someone is looking for you!"

Barnabas, dressed in black and wrapped tightly, walked in with sunglasses and a sun umbrella, he saw Angel standing on the sidelines, hurriedly approached and said, "Ah, sorry ma'am, you must think I'm weird, because I'm allergic to the sun......"

He took off his thick leather gloves and stretched out his pale palm to shake Anqi's soft little hand, and then he stopped talking and stared at the face of the woman opposite.

The witch took another step closer to Barnabas and smiled brightly: "I'm Angel Bouchard. ”

"yes. Barnabas's face was gloomy, exactly the same as the enemy's expression when they met, and he almost gritted his teeth and said, "Do you know what I want to do to you?"

The witch said in a rippling voice: "I can only imagine~"

Aunt Elizabeth rolled her eyes in undisguised disgust.

Barnabas suppressed his anger: "I'd love to talk to you in the living room. Then he turned to Aunt Elizabeth and asked, "If you will allow it, Elizabeth." Is that okay?"

Barnabas and Angel entered the parlor with an affirmative answer, slammed the door shut, and said to the witch who walked straight forward in a questioning tone: "How dare you defile my manor, you filthy ......"

Before Barnabas could finish his words, Angel turned around and hugged her, her soft lips blocking the rest of the words.

After a long time, his lips parted, and Barnabas left a distorted lipstick mark on his mouth. Angel held Barnabas's cheek and licked her lips with a little excited exclamation: "It's really you ......"

Barnabas reacted: "How dare you put your evil lips on mine?"

The witch didn't even want to answer, she took off her coat and threw it on the sofa, and looked around the room: "I remember that this place was not so oppressive before, and I remember that the two of us had a lot of fun. ”

The witch walked to the piano, half-sat on the keys, and slid a note with her hips: "Here~"

The witch smiled and looked at Barnabas, then came to the sofa and sat down half-lying: "And here~"

"Do you know what you have tormented me, you have killed my parents and the woman I love, and you have turned me into such an ugly monster!" the vampire interrupted the witch.

The witch put her legs on the couch and said nonchalantly, "Banabas, forget about it." ”

"You've locked me in a box for two and a half centuries!"

The witch looked at the leather boots on her feet, and did not look at the barnabas who was already roaring, and said lightly: "Don't be so exaggerated, it's only two hundred and fourteen years. ”

"Doom from sight...... I should let you feel the witchcraft too, and then be burned on the pillar!"

"Hahaha..."The witch laughed exaggeratedly a few times, shaking her head and looking at the vampire with pity: "Poor baby Barnabas, many things have changed when you sleep underground, and my Angel Bay has now replaced Port Collins. ”

Barnabas stood there, his tone flat, his anger seemingly completely suppressed: "So you're the one who led the Collins family business into the abyss. ”

"They loved me, and I was the only big fish in their little pond. ”

Barnabas took a few steps closer, "Really, do the people of Port Collins know that their beloved Angel is the Demon King's ***?"

The witch tilted her head indifferently: "Do you really think anyone will believe you? I have been an exemplary member of this town for more than two hundred years, but in a different capacity." ”

"Your name may change, but you are always Satan's nightmare. The devil's prostitute, the nasty ......" Barnabas drew closer and closer to the witch, reaching out at the end with his hands ready to choke her soft neck.

But with a light wave of the witch's hand, the curtains covering the window automatically pulled to both sides, and the sun shone directly on Barnabas, who had taken off his sunglasses and put away his umbrella.

The vampire smoked from the sun's scorched body and ducked into the shadows with a scream.

"The people of Port Collins are now my admirers, and to them you are just a stranger who is afraid of the sun. The witch stood in the sunlight and looked haughtily at the embarrassed Barnabas.

"Welcome back to the shadows, Barnabas Collins. She turned around and picked up her coat on the couch, walked over to the vampire, and whispered, "I miss you so much......"

He then ignored the vampire and turned away.

Long after the witch had gone, Barnabas still hadn't come out of the parlor, and Roger walked in curiously, where he saw Uncle Vampire walking back and forth in the house, and gritted his teeth and muttered to himself, "Angel Bay, a brazen name, has attracted the spurning of my heart!"

"What are you struggling with this? I thought that you had been hollowed out by a hundred years of dry firewood and fire..."Roger closed the door and looked at him mockingly: "But looking at your appearance, is it because of the failure of the courtship, and you are angry?"

Barnabas glared at him in exasperation, "She's a witch, and a witch with an unquenchable hatred for me. ”

"Hatred? I don't think so, if I just hate you, wouldn't I have saved you when you jumped off the cliff?" Roger didn't know if he had said anything about his uncle.

"How do you know?" Barnabas looked at the boy in confusion.

"Why do you all ask that, do you think it's well hidden, and no one can find out?" said Roger, holding his arm unscrewed.

How could a third-rate story like a country gossip more than two centuries ago have been handed down to this day, even the Collins family itself has no record of these things, in fact, if he hadn't seen the movie, Roger really wouldn't have found out.

Barnabas didn't dig deeper, but he had been locked up for more than two hundred years, and he didn't even know much about modern life, and he began to feel sorry for himself: "Then why do I have to taste the cursed fruit of corruption from the family tree? My parents have been taken away, and my true love has been taken away......" He sat down in the piano chair sadly, resting his head helplessly on the keys, and let out a strange sound.

"Really, you didn't think you'd done anything?" Roger asked him in an interrogating tone.

"I tried to commit suicide by jumping off a cliff, tragically, in vain. Then I turned into a vampire and started killing innocent residents. With that, Barnabas put his head down again, and the piano was pressed into another ruffle.

Roger impatiently walked over and turned off the piano: "That's not what I asked!