The masquerade officially begins.

A large group of blood tribes walked into the small reception room of the villa in suits and came out in a strange shape in less than five seconds.

There are elephant people with long noses, goddess of vengeance with dog-headed snake-haired bat wings, hulk with green stuffing, and burly and masculine Ultraman... all kinds of shapes impact the vision at the same time, making people overwhelmed.

The only two normal two leaned against the railings on the second floor, calmly looking down at the commotion in the high hall, chatting one by one.

Quentin said: "You guys can really play."

Mession said: "Does the Holy See not have such activities?"

Quentin said: "We have normal dressing taste."

Mession glanced at the two figures walking down from the third floor: "I didn't expect that I could hear the Holy Guardian Legion complaining about heaven in my lifetime."

Quentin glanced over Osia and Ainsbilis who were downstairs and was stunned. Osia, wearing a pure white gold-edged holy robe and carrying pure white wings, exuded an unattainable abstinence all over her body, as if it was blasphemy at first glance, which made him vaguely think that the angel was like this.

He was fascinated by the sight, and the patience on the other side he was watching was on the verge of collapse.

Osia patted the black wings behind Ansbilis to comfort her: "Don't be angry. You are Mamen now."

Ansbilis sneered: "Do you think Mamen won't get angry when Metatron is stared at like this?"

Osia remembered Mamen’s heroic attitude when he used the mine as compensation, and suggested thoughtfully: “You can smash his reads with steel;.”

Ansbilis's face was gloomy and he planned to use steel to smash Quentin's brain to burst. Before the steel torso in his head ran out, Osia pulled him to the stairs on the second floor.

As soon as their figures appeared, the noisy living room immediately became quiet.

Standing at the entrance of the stairs, the white and black wings symbolize the two worlds in the sky and under the earth. They should have been parallel lines that do not intersect each other, but they stood shoulder to shoulder with a sense of stirring up the ground, which was surprisingly matched.

The guests' eyes of looking up pleased Ansbilis. Ansbilis' wish to announce the ownership of Osia in front of the world has always been Ansbilis' wish. Although these and those reasons have made their names firmly tied up, it is far from enough for him. What he wants is an absolutely clear and unquestionable lover relationship.

Aware that Ansbilis's hand holding his waist was slidding, Osia stepped down the ladder and slipped out of his control.

Ansbilis closed his five fingers and grabbed the empty face. His face immediately became a little gloomy. He strode across the two ladders, quickly caught up with him, and hugged him again. As soon as the two were halfway through, they heard a sudden sneer in the crowd: "Angel! It's really suitable for you, the glory that betrayed the blood clan. Are you too wronged to treat us dark creatures..."

Before he finished speaking, a red-haired blood clan who played Santa Claus was suppressed by Ansbilis on the wall.

Several blood clans instantly acted in battle, but before they could take action, they were suppressed by Osia.

This is the absolute suppression of the higher blood clan on the earth-class blood clans!

Ansbilis strangled the throat of the red-haired blood clan, his voice dangerously and low: "Is my outfit suitable to send you to hell?"

The red-haired blood clan trembled slightly: "Osia... do you really want to surrender to his tyranny?"

The "Eusia" that has been active in Europe in recent years is actually the news of Ansbilis, and there are still a few people who know it.

Ansbilis did not correct it and smiled evilly: "I surrender to my lover, and I have no regrets."

The red-haired blood clan closed his eyes in despair: "You insist on doing this, I have nothing to say. I just hope that before you start, you think about your companions who were betrayed and assassinated by him, they are also blood clans."

“There is a bit of a misunderstanding here.”

Before the situation got out of control, Lawrence came out to clean up the situation, but halfway through the words, he was interrupted by Ansbilis: "Before he died, he should know who was the murderer of him." He slowed down his speech badly in the dim eyes of the red-haired blood clan, "I am Ansbilismikavey."

The red-haired blood clan widened his eyes and suddenly struggled unwillingly. However, the fourth generation of blood clans had natural suppression on him, which made him unable to move even if he tried his best.

"Okay." Osia's hand gently rested on Ansbilis' shoulder.

Ansbilis looked back unhappily.

Both sides' faces were blocked by black wings.

...

Osia tilted her head and showed her face: "We should hear what he said."

The red-haired blood clan's eyes lit up. Just as he was about to say something, Ainsbilis freezes his blood and throws it out: "Dispose it."

Mession caught the red-haired blood clan and bowed, "It's reads;."

Several blood clans were about to take action, but they were suppressed by Lawrence. They could only watch the red-haired blood clan being carried out like a popsicle.

Osia's eyes swept through the quiet and silent hall, showing a reserved and gentle smile: "Welcome to everyone. We have prepared blood from different skin colors, including original juice, and seasoned blood mixed with wine and juice. Please enjoy it."

"It's really good. I've always wanted to try whether black blood and white blood are as difficult to distinguish as Coca-Cola and Pepsi." Edwin supported the show.

Winston followed: "I want to mix a slice of lemon and a small cup of brandy."

Lawrence said: "It's hard to believe that such words were actually spoken from Donald Duck and Mickey Mouse."

Winston said: "You're playing the Heidelberg man?"

Lawrence said: "…Zeus."

Edwin said: "It's even older than the Heidelberg people. No wonder he looks better than evolution."

Lawrence said: "...We've talked enough, don't neglect others. Let's find some guys who are suitable for group ridicule."

The atmosphere was slightly active, like a stick stirring in a pool of stagnant water for a few times. Although it caused ripples, it could not change its essential mortality. The blood clans chatted in groups of three or three, but their eyes looked at Ansbilis and Osia from time to time.

Ansbilis was so generous that he was looked at by someone and said with a smile: "Today's costume party was very good."

Osia: "..." has basically been ruined, what's the point?

Ansbilis said: "No one disturbs me."

Osia: "..." is not basically yellowed, it is certainly yellowed.

Lawrence came over wrapped in a piece of cloth.

Osia looked at his simple outfit: "Are you sure you didn't forget to wear clothes when you went out and pulled a piece of bed sheet on the side of the road?"

Lawrence took out his props: "I hold lightning in my hand."

Osia said: "Do you think I don't know cardboard?"

Lawrence: "..." It's so bad! He vowed not to attend any banquets they organized again!

Ansbilis said: "I hope you don't dress like this to come to our wedding party."

Lawrence: "..." Wedding banquet? It seems that you can't attend it... It was a bit too ironic just now, and before the oath could be heard, he took it back decisively.

Osia raised her eyebrows: "Wedding banquet?"

Ansbilis smiled and kissed him on the cheek: "I will find a proper opportunity to propose."

Osia said: "I don't think we need it."

Ansbilis's face suddenly pulled down: "We don't need it, so who do you think you need it?"

Lawrence saw that the opportunity was wrong and immediately retreated: "I'll come over again later."

Osia was afraid that Ansbilis would be entangled with this issue, so she grabbed him: "What are you going to say?"

"Let go reads;!" Ansbilis was furious and threw Lawrence out.

Osia frowned: "Calm down."

Ansbilis stared at him fiercely: "Don't you want to marry me?"

Osia said: "We are blood clans, so there is no need to pay attention to this."

"As long as you fall in love, you will think of this!" Ansbilis said angrily.

The two oldest qualifying four generations of vampires were in a state of rage, and the other vampires were shocked to have no resistance.

Lawrence turned over and had not yet stood firm, but found that the pressure was coming from his body. Many seventh-generation blood clans should not be able to stand it and squatted down one after another. The remaining sixth-generation blood clans were slightly better, but they only arched their waists. The fifth-generation blood clans seemed to be unaffected, but in fact their bodies were so stiff that they were extremely moving.

Osia looked around and pressed her temple helplessly: "I mean, you should surprise me with such things, and you should not raise them in advance."

Ansbilis is not so easy to be fooled: "Will you agree?"

Osia said: "You can look forward to the answer."

Ansbilis looked at him suspiciously.

Osia said: "Will there be no surprises in what I say now?"

It turned out to be a surprise, probably because of the promise.

Ansbilis's mood finally turned cloudy and sunny.

The other blood clans felt a lighter on their bodies, and they all breathed a sigh of relief, and said in secret: They are worthy of being the famous madman in the legend, and even holding a costume dance is so difficult.

Two farces were staged one after another, leaving the blood clans with no intention of continuing to have fun. They watched in fear. After Edwin took the lead in saying goodbye, they immediately followed suit. Soon the hall was empty, leaving only Lawrence to hold on.

Ansbilis said: "Mession can clean, you can..." His mouth thrust towards the door.

Lawrence said: "I didn't book a hotel."

Ansbilis said: "Mession can help you."

Lawrence looked at Osia speechlessly, hoping that he could understand his hint.

Osia indeed said: "There are several guest rooms at home, if you don't dislike it..."

"I like the south-facing room." Lawrence not only didn't dislike it, but was simply unpolite.

Mession looked at Ansbilis, saw that he had no objection, and bowed and said, "Please take this place."

Lawrence followed him up the stairs and walked halfway, suddenly holding onto the railing and asked, "When will we have time to talk openly?"

Ansbilis said: "When we walk our dogs."

"When will you go walking your dog?"

“After we buy the dog.”

Lawrence: "…"
Chapter completed!