Fryling took off the scarf covering her eyes, revealing her dark red eyes.
If Qidlong saw Frelin Orles' eyes here, he would find that Frelin's eyes, which were originally as pure as a baby's, had turned into eyes full of red tyranny.
The eyes that Frelin Orles had now were the eyes of a human-faced snake that she had exchanged for her original pure, baby-like eyes.
Coincidentally, the levels of human-faced snakes are divided according to the color of their eyes. The human-faced snakes with azure eyes are the lowest level, while the human-faced snakes with dark red eyes are the highest level human-faced snake kings.
The eyes of Frelin Orles now are the eyes of the human-faced snake king that she had gone to great lengths to dig out.
Freling reached out and lightly touched his eyes. Even with just a touch of his hand, he could still be hurt by the brutal aura in his eyes.
When Freling thought of the name mentioned in the news she had just heard, which made her never forget, her dark red eyes, which were full of tyranny, miraculously revealed a hint of tenderness.
Freling was suddenly stunned, and then quickly shot out a thin hairpin towards the corner where the candle was placed.
“Bang!”
The hairpin shot at a black figure, and then the black figure slowly walked out of the shadows.
"Ah! my dear Flyling, is this how you welcome me?"
Through the scarf, Fryling saw a tall white man with blond hair and blue eyes coming out of the shadows. He was easily holding the hairpin she had just thrown out with two fingers. The corners of his mouth were raised, but his tone was a little disapproving.
"It turns out to be the famous sandstone alchemist Octo Green. I wonder what Mr. Green is doing visiting my room so late at night? Doesn't Mr. Green know that it is very rude to come to a lady's room without saying hello so late at night?"
"Oh! My Frelin, I still like you to call me Octor!"
Octo Green walked slowly to the bed where Fryling was lying, then bent down and sniffed Fryling's hair, which he had lifted with his hands.
"Ah! Fryling, no matter how long I have known you, you are still as beautiful and charming as ever. Even your hair smells so good. Tell me, dear, what do you use to take care of your hair?"
Fryling reached out and pulled out the hair that Okto was holding in his hand, then looked up in Okto's direction.
"Why? Are you interested in hair care, too? When did Octo Green become so effeminate?"
Octo Green didn't care at all about the undisguised malice that Freelin Orles had towards him, and he still smiled in a gentlemanly and graceful manner.
"Oh, dear Flyling, can't I come to you just because I want to talk to you more? You see, I have tried so hard to find topics to talk about, but you have rejected them one by one. You are like this, but it makes me very sad!"
"A heartless, cold-blooded man would actually say that he would be sad? Isn't this the biggest joke in the world?" Frelin O'Reilly mocked Octo Green without caring about the opportunity at all.
Okto stood up straight and looked at Freling with a very gentle look.
"It seems that my dear Freling does not welcome me. So Freling, do you welcome that man?"
Fryling's smile, even covered by a scarf, was enough to make people mesmerized.