The figure stood in the dim light, wearing a dark long robe, painted with blue eyeshadow and blush, at first glance, it looked like a shadowy ghost floating out of the morgue.

Ms. Daly... Klein undoubtedly knew the other party, and immediately reacted in shock.

Daly walked a few steps, looked up at Dwayne Dant�s' face, stopped at those eyes, outlined a smile and said, "Your eyes and temperament are very similar to a friend of mine, especially the eyes."

Klein immediately pretended to be relieved, and said with a smile: "Ma'am, if we change the gender, this is a standard strike-up."

Daly didn't look away, and said with a chuckle: "There is no need to change, gender does not change the definition of this behavior.

"If at any other time,

If I talk to you like that, I'm really trying to trick you into bed, all the way to church.

"However, I don't have this idea now. I came here just because your eyes really reminded me of him."

Talking to Ms. Daly is really too much... She can't take the initiative, otherwise, she may realize that Dwayne Dant�s is not a playboy with a wide range of hobbies and a master flirt, but will be in front of attractive women Uncomfortable inexperienced person... I must take the initiative and dominate the topic... Klein changed his mind and asked directly in a half-joking manner: "Ma'am, do you like that friend?"

Dai Li was stunned for a second, raised her eyebrows, lowered her head and smiled and said, "It's not something to hide.

"It would be great if he could be like you. He dares to take the initiative to attack women and knows how to create an ambiguous atmosphere. In that case, we might even have children.

"Unfortunately, he is a conservative person. When chatting with me, he will only talk about business and experience. If you give him a little hint or make some exaggerated jokes, he will behave very uncomfortable and always make excuses to leave. He looks old. My hair is not maintained well, and my memory is poor. I can even forget my birthday. When I think of him, I get very angry, and I wish I could just push him onto the bed and tie his hands to the railing at the head of the bed..."

Klein looked gloomyly at the top of Daly's head, and interrupted Daly's words with a sigh: "Ma'am, you talk too much."

Daly raised her head, said with the same smile as before: "I thought you would have an in-depth chat about this issue."

Klein laughed and said, "Then why didn't you put those thoughts into action? It can be seen that you are not a woman who only talks."

Daly said "huh": "Guess."

Immediately afterwards, she nodded: "Thank you for not accusing me of harassment."

While speaking, she turned around and returned to the large lounge where the "red gloves" were. Klein raised his mouth slightly, shook his head and walked towards the cabin where he was.

Arriving at the entrance of the large lounge, Daly, whose eyes fell on the floor in front of her, suddenly saw a pair of lace-up leather shoes.

Her gaze moved up accordingly, and Leonard Mitchell with black hair and green pupils was reflected in her pupils.

Leonard glanced at the lounge where Dawn Dant�s entered, and said in a low voice: "He has a lot of secrets, it's not that simple."

Daly smiled and nodded, "I know."

After finishing speaking, she walked past Leonard Mitchell with ease and walked into the large lounge.

After walking a few meters, she slowed down and lowered her head slightly again.

Leonard still stood at the door, watching the elongated shadow cast by the light outside, and exhaled slowly and silently.

In the small lounge, Klein stood by the door, raised his right hand, and rubbed his temples on both sides, like a statue.

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City of Silver, Berg's house.

Derrick sat on the stool, gnawing on the bread baked with black-faced grass powder, while seriously listing in his mind the things he should do but didn't do recently: "The tricks that Mister 'World' needs I haven't asked about the "evil monster" information yet... Sequence 5 vampire's extraordinary characteristics are still not enough... There are only three friends, not enough... There are only a few clues about the former chief's mausoleum..."

As thoughts flashed one by one, Derrick filled his stomach, took off his shirt, took out an open container polished by stone, and used the viscous black liquid inside to smear the bruises visible to the naked eye. JrNovels.com