Chapter 638： Wow, it’s a **** cat!

Referring to the Countess Bartoli, the first time that McGonagain’s mind flashed was the famous countess of the vampire in history. Now the demon is not charming, and the woman with a few queens looks like It is more in line with his imagination than the movie.

"Camilla Bartoli, the princess of the vampire family, but people generally call her the Countess Bartoli." Hill whispered, looking at the vampire, there was no confusion on his face, not even his face. Half-point change.

"It's really a vampire." McGonagall raised his eyebrows, but he did not show too much surprise. This is the second vampire he has ever seen. The last one was Dracula who came last time when the dragons and demons talked. That little bit of a vampire.

Then McGonagall glanced at the servant standing next to Camilla. He was covered in black robe and only showed a pair of green eyes. He was slightly shiny in the black robe and looked a little cloudy. The feeling of being angry.

"So, is she a bat sister?" Amy was full of curiosity, looking at the servant with a black robe and eager to try.

"Hey!" The ugly duckling tried to hold Amy's skirt and not let himself fall, but his eyes fixed on the servant and fangs, as if he was ready to throw it out.

"Why are you so scared, I can't look at you like this little guy." Camilla's gaze swept over a person in the banquet hall, smiling a little, on Hill's body. Pause for a moment, and finally stopped on Amy's body, his eyes lit up slightly.

McGonagall was in front of Amy's side. This woman, besides being beautiful, now gives her a dangerous feeling, and her strength is far above him.

I heard that vampires like the blood of beautiful virgins. Although Amy is still small, there are one or two metamorphosiss.

While the women present were relieved, they felt a sense of loss in their hearts. The ones who could be seen by the Count of Bartoli were all first-class beauty. This is the biggest affirmation of a woman’s appearance, and they obviously Still not enough.

But now she seems to be interested in the little girl of the half-elf, and she can't help but be curious. Can she say that she will start with a little girl?

"Oh, the little girl is very cute, but rest assured, I will not start with the little guy who has no adulthood." Camilla looked at McGonagall, smiled and walked down the steps slowly.

The black leather boots stepped on the stone steps, making a crisp sound, and the skirts that were picked up, the white and slender thighs did not know how many men’s hearts were swaying.

"It's a bit interesting." Meg's face also showed a smile.

"Beautiful sister, I am Amy, what should I call you?" Amy peeped out from behind McGonagall and looked at Camilla, who had already stepped down the stairs, curiously.

"They all call me Countess Bartoli, but I allow you to call me Camilla." Camilla looked at Amy a little unexpectedly.

Other children saw how far she could hide. I didn't expect this little girl to dare to talk to herself, and it sounded so comfortable.

"Sister Camilla, hello." Amy nodded cleverly.

"Hello." Camilla nodded slightly, and her face was still not hot or cold, and she brought her retreat.

"Is this your servant? What is her name?" Amy did not mean to withdraw, and continued to point to the servant who was covered in a black robe.

Camilla hesitated, not sure, "Little black?"

"Please call me Caesar, Dear Madam." There was a sullen and sharp female voice in the black robe, but it sounded a little helpless and anxious.

"Caesar? It sounds like a very powerful look, but why do you want to wrap yourself so tightly?" Amy turned around around the black robe and was still curious.

The ugly duckling stretched his neck and sniffed his nose like a puppy, as if he was smelling something.

"This is the dress I like." The black robe stood still, but the sound seemed a bit unnatural.

"This way, then you must be very ugly?" Amy said with a pity to the black robe.

"Ah?" The black robe was obviously stunned.

"It doesn't matter, you look at the ugly duckling so ugly has never thought of covering yourself, you are even ugly, certainly not ugly?" Amy comforted.

"Hey~" The ugly duckling looked at Amy with some grievances.

"Of course I am much more beautiful than this stupid cat." The black robe is a matter of course.

"This may not be the case." Camilla, who had not spoken for a while, inserted a sentence.

"Nothing, nothing, I can understand, the ugly duckling also feels very beautiful." Amy had a clear expression.

Camilla slammed a waiter and slammed her finger to signal her to come over.

"Madam, you... what do you need?" The waiter was obviously nervous, and even the tray in his hand was shaking slightly, and the amber drink swayed slightly in the glass.

"This inferior wine can not withstand my interest at all, give me a cup of blood, be fresh." Camilla looked at the waiter and smiled, and the voice said something seductive.

"what!"

The waiter screamed, the tray in his hand came out, the glass fell to the ground, and the amber wine splashed.

Hill glanced at the waiter who was scared and pale, smiled a step forward, stood in front of Camilla, and said with red lips: "I heard that the countess likes to drink wine, and there is just one in my car. The bottle of wine is brewed by the winery, which is for people to drink."

"Miss Hill is not only beautiful, but intelligence is not comparable to ordinary people." Camilla looked at Hill, slowly approaching, and put her lips close to her ear, whispering: "It's really exciting."

Hill's eyelids jumped, but his face did not change a bit. He also smiled: "The beauty of the countess, who has never been old for hundreds of years, is really enviable."

"The president of the Aden Chamber of Commerce, Jeffrey Malton! Master of the city, Michael, come!"

At this moment, the voice of the master of ceremonies sounded again, and the high voice sounded through the entire banquet hall. Everyone's eyes brushed and looked at the entrance.

The old-fashioned Jeffrey and the tall Michael are walking side by side, and the people in the banquet hall are quietly quiet, and their eyes are full of respect.

Vivian and Luna were slightly behind the two positions, and walked slowly behind them.

"brush!"

Just then, the sound of a piece of clothing was revealed.

"Wow, a **** cat!"

Amy’s surprised voice sounded.

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