Don't have to dirty your hands, and at the same time earn a good reputation for magnanimity (after all, like Duke Connaught, he dares to ignore the rank gap and yell at a prince, even if he kills him, it should be killed, not to mention that there is a grudge between the two ends, how can ordinary people not grasp this and stomp on it.) Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info and like Prince Donald who doesn't take his life, just giving a lesson is already considered benevolent, and anyone has to raise a thumbs up. And most importantly, it can also leave a huge hidden danger for the opponent, and there is simply no better deal than this.

It is no wonder that Prince Donald smiled with a fox on his face when he talked to Count Dracula.

At this point, looking at Duke Connaught in front of him, Count Dracula tugged at the corner of his mouth and smiled a little playfully, and opened his mouth.

"What a surprise to see you, Lord Connaught. Count Dracula said lightly, "It's just that you don't recuperate well from your injuries at the villa, so why do you have to come here?"

Duke Connaught's face changed, saying that this beating does not slap people in the face, and exposing people does not expose people, but Count Dracula did the opposite, and stepped directly on other people's wounds with this mouth, no wonder Duke Connaught wanted to change his face.

"Count Dracula, aren't you worried about putting yourself in danger for the sake of this moment?" Duke Connaught narrowed his eyes dangerously.

"Who are you talking about?!Are you talking about me?" Count Dracula put on a super innocent look and compared himself, "Your Excellency, I really don't understand what you're talking about, I'm just concerned about your body, how does this have to do with the speed of your tongue?"

"You?!" Duke Connaught's eyes lit up, "Dracula, 'Count', although I am injured now, but one thing you must not forget, I am a duke after all!"

"Of course, my esteemed Lord Duke Connaught!" said Count Dracula with an exaggerated salute, "You see, I have always acted in a measured manner, and I will never be offended, thank you for the reminder, but I will certainly be careful not to do that kind of lesson, which is also deserved." ”

Duke Connaught's face became even more ugly, deliberately, deliberately, this guy definitely did it on purpose! He was clearly insinuating his previous offense to Prince Donald, and he deserved to be beaten!

Looking at Duke Connaught's black face, how could Jian'er, who had already heard Xuanyi's "live broadcast", not know the wit in this words, and couldn't help lowering her head, her shoulders trembled, swollen and broken, how could she never find out that this was always a gentleman's demeanor, and the elegant and charming Count Dracula's mouth was actually so damaged. glanced at Duke Connor with some sympathy, this person should not be hurt by the anger of Count Dracula, right?

"Well, my honorable Duke Connor, you didn't come here to discuss my politeness with us, did you?" said Count Dracula.

"Especially just now, your behavior was not very friendly...... implying that Duke Connaught had just attacked Jane, "I think I should say that my father, His Excellency Prince Donald, has already told you. And what did you just behave? Is it a provocation to my father, and to my Bruch? Although my status is much lower than yours, I will fight to the death for the honor of my Bruch. ”

As she spoke, Jian Er suddenly felt a darkness above her head, and a retractable ceiling slowly covered the position where Jian Er and her party were standing. Then the door of the castle, which had been closed, suddenly opened, and a dark-haired man dressed in a slim-fitting Z-robe appeared at the wide open gate.

"Yes, I want to know what you mean by that...... "The visitor opened his mouth grimly, grimacingly.

"Viscount Fitzkem. Count Draku nodded at the visitor and greeted.

This is the legendary Viscount Fitzkem?! Jane looked at the visitor with some surprise, this appearance and this image are really surprising. The long black silky hair was draped behind him, loosely tied with a headband, and the tail of the tasseled ribbon loomed between the black hair, adding a touch of freedom and uninhibitedness.

Under the thick black eyebrows are deep eyes, a slightly eagle-hooked nose, and slightly thick lips, but this does not affect this handsomeness, on the contrary, with this lip, it makes this person add a sense of stability and sincerity. The face is unexpectedly pale without a trace of blood, in fact, this can be said to be the inherent appearance of the blood clan, if a blood clan looks white and red, it is strange, such a person is not smeared with fat powder, that is, this guy is pretending, and he himself is not a blood clan at all.

It's obviously a standard Western face, but it exudes a temperament that is different from Westerners, with a unique and elegant sense of Orientalism, especially with this robe, if you look at it, you can't say that you will think that this is a Z country.

"Can you answer that for me......? Your Excellency the Duke. Viscount Fitzkem raised his eyes and glanced at Duke Connor, his eyelids jumped, "I'm curious if I offended you somewhere, otherwise why would you 'embarras' my honored guest in front of 'my' castle!"

Annoying, annoying, it's just so annoying!

You must know that this Viscount Fitzkem is not the Count of Dracula, although the sun above his head is not so strong, and there is also a layer of awning in the sky, but for him as a little viscount, just such a simple protection cannot completely offset the damage caused by the sun to him, and the instinct of the blood clan makes Viscount Fitzkem feel irritable.

And this irritation made the anger that Viscount Fitzkeim had even more aroused when he heard that the butler he had sent out to meet Jane and his party had crawled in front of him, and that someone had attacked his honored guest at the gate of his castle.

Assault his guests at the gates of his castle...... This is a provocation to him, and even to his twin brother, Duke Howard! If he eats this loss today, he may have his castle torn down tomorrow. This wind must not last long! This can be said to be the only thought of Viscount Fitzkem in front of him. (To be continued.) )