Die the blood-sucking man

Suddenly, the whole venue burst into applause, and Qiao Enlu subconsciously looked towards the stage.A man in a black European-style tuxedo, gold velvet trousers, and a pair of black retro boots stepped onto the stage.

Although the vampire was wearing a black mask, Qiao Enlu recognized his purple-silver hair. There was no doubt that it was Otonashi.

Following behind Otonashi was a female vampire wearing a solemn black lace tutu.She had a little black hat on her head and a black mask, and her lower body was golden velvet pants and boots similar to Otonashi.

These two are obviously wearing couple suits, they are really a match made in heaven, and the matching scenery brings their aristocratic temperament to the extreme.

The female vampire was holding Otonashi's arm, and there was a sweet smile on her lips. This smile shocked Qiao Enlu on the spot. She... knew this woman!

Nan Nianxi.

It's this female vampire that happened two years ago, Qiao Enlu, it's impossible not to recognize her!

"Mommy, what's wrong with you?" Mulan Yu next to her clearly sensed that something was wrong with Qiao Enlu.

"It's okay." Qiao Enlu glanced at Mulan Yu, and continued to look at the stage expressionlessly. She wanted to see the next good show.

Yin Wuze, Nan Nianxi, these two vampires, as long as she, Qiao Enlu, can escape from here, she will never let any of them go!

Moreover, seeing the two of them so close on stage, Qiao Enlu became inexplicably angry, but she hadn't noticed it yet.

Yin Wuze snapped his fingers, and blood slaves appeared one after another in the background of the stage.The clothes of these blood slaves were very familiar. Qiao Enlu had seen similar dresses in Yelot's synagogue before.

They were all wearing red satin dresses, with flat bangs cut, and waist-length black long hair hanging down their shoulders. If the red skirts were replaced with white ones, it would be Sadako!

After the blood slaves came out, there were twelve in total.

When Yin Wuze took the host's microphone and wanted to say something, a familiar voice sounded at this moment: "Shouldn't it be... thirteen blood slaves? K."