Eventually, under Fleur's persuasion, Weston decided to go to hell on the condition that the two of them finish their wedding first. Although Weston wanted to say that it was better to cancel the wedding, when he saw Fleur's tearful eyes, he had to dismiss this thought.

It's like he's been thinking about Fleur, Fleur is also thinking about him, maybe, this is love......

The next day, after a brief hello to the Delacours, Weston left the manor.

"Fleur, do you know what Weston is up to? Ask him and don't say anything. Madame Delacour looked at Fleur curiously, "It can't be that you are arguing, are you?" ”

Fleur shook her head, looking at the place where Weston had disappeared, and it took a long time to spit out a sentence: "Perhaps, he is looking for the past......."

"Looking for the past?" Mrs. Delacour and Mr. Delacour looked at each other, "Is there anything else we don't know about Weston's past?" ”

"Perhaps, this is the anxiety before marriage?" Mr. Delacour rubbed his chin and looked thoughtful, "Perhaps, let him go out for a walk!" ”

"Well, just let the young people decide their own affairs!" Mrs. Delacour pursed her lips disapprovingly, and turned to look at her husband with a smile, "Honey, shouldn't we also go on a trip?" It's been a long time since we've been walking! ”

"Great idea!" Mr. Delacour smiled and nodded, thought for a moment, and proposed, "How about waiting until Fleur's wedding date is over?" Perhaps, we need a honeymoon too? ”

"Of course, you're always so sweet, my sweetheart!" Madame Delacour's eyes lit up, and her beautiful face was full of smiles.

"Then it's decided!" Mr. Delacour slapped his thigh and said decisively, where do you think we are going? I think ......"

The couple began to study their honeymoon on the couch, leaving Fleur to look out the window in a daze.

Are you too useless? If you don't need Weston and you can protect yourself, maybe, you can accompany Weston? The thought popped into Fleur's mind, and it grew uncontrollably, quickly taking over most of her mind.

It's time to do your best! A hint of determination flashed in Fleur's eyes, and despite the husband and wife who were still discussing, she went up to the second floor alone, where her wand was placed......

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How many times have you been here? Looking at the forest in front of him, Weston couldn't help but sigh a little, perhaps, this should be the last time, and wait until next time, I really don't know when.

Thinking like this, his steps were not slow at all, and he stepped straight into the dark forest.

Not long after he left, a few winds flashed, and there were several more figures in front of him.

"Your Excellency!" The person who came was none other than the vampire of the Dracula family, and when he saw Weston, he immediately knelt down on one knee and saluted.

Weston nodded, he was already familiar with this formation, and he was even used to it.

"Get up!" Weston commanded casually, and then asked, "Is Mr. Dracula here?" ”

"The head of the family is in the clan!" A male vampire said respectfully.

"Okay, you guys keep patrolling, I'll go find him myself." Weston nodded at them, spread his wings, and flew straight into the sky, finding his way and flying quickly.

When he arrived at Dracula's castle, Count Dracula had already flown out and respectfully waited for his arrival in front of the castle.

"Little master!" After seeing Weston land, Count Dracula bowed respectfully.

"You're welcome, Mr. Dracula." Weston smiled and nodded, "There are some things for you, if, your time is convenient." ”

"Of course, please follow me!" After Count Dracula gave a salute, he led the way straight in front, and the two went directly to the study.

"Little master, is there something going on this time?" Count Dracula asked respectfully when he saw Weston sitting down.

"It's a little bit of a thing." Weston nodded, hesitated slightly, and then simply said, "My uncle found me yesterday. ”

"Uncle?" Count Dracula looked at Weston suspiciously, "I'm sorry, little master, I didn't know that there were other males in the Dracules!" Do you want me to get rid of him? ”

"I'm not talking about the Delacour family!" Weston shook his head, "It's my own uncle!" My dad asked him to come and find me and give me time to come home once! ”

"Home?" Dracula was even more confused, but soon he seemed to understand what Weston meant, and his body couldn't stop trembling violently, "Is it .......?"

"Yes, that's what you think!" Weston smiled and nodded, "I'm here to ask you, do you want to go back with me?" ”

"Of course, it's my pleasure!" Count Dracula replied categorically, with a hint of excitement on his face that could not be concealed, "I knew that His Highness would definitely come to find the little master, but I didn't expect that it was not His Highness who came in person." ”

"Uncle said that my father originally wanted to come over in person, but this world was too weak to withstand his strength at all, so it was only my uncle who came by himself." Weston took out the words of Mostima.

"The little master should be talking about His Royal Highness Mostima, right?" Count Dracula thought for a moment and guessed, but his tone was full of affirmation.

"Oh? What did you think of? Weston looked at Count Dracula with some surprise.

"Of course, among the seven Highnesses, only His Highness Mostima's strength is the weakest, and if other Highnesses come over, this world may really not be able to bear it!" Count Dracula said helplessly, "Even so, it is estimated that His Royal Highness Mostima has his eyes closed, otherwise, this world will not be saved!" ”

"Have you seen them shoot?" Weston asked curiously, "Can you tell me what their power really is?" ”

"I'm sorry, little master, I didn't have the pleasure of seeing it." Count Dracula glanced at Weston apologetically, "That's what Ancestor Cain told me. The seven highnesses are all existences that can easily create the world, such as the female demon clan in hell, which was created by the eyelashes of His Highness Mostima. ”

"Creation?" Weston looked at Count Dracula with some dumbfoundedness.

"Yes, Genesis!" Count Dracula nodded, with a natural expression on his face, "When the Seven Highnesses entered the Hell, the hell was basically empty. If it weren't for the creation of some creatures by the Seven Highnesses, how could hell flourish. ”

"Moreover, not to mention His Highness Lucifer, His Highness Beryl alone has created many small worlds at will, and some of them have been given to some gods who have befriended him, including Anubis."

"Death?" Weston's eyes froze.

"It seems to have such a name." Count Dracula nodded, but there was a bit of contempt in his eyes, "However, compared to the real Grim Reaper, he is not qualified, he is just the Grim Reaper of some small worlds, and he can't control the big world." ”

"Oh?" The curiosity in Weston's eyes intensified, "Can you talk to me?" ”

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