So, does she like this man named Willard
His cold gaze swept across Willard's face, and he didn't even notice that the shady bird in his eyes was almost frozen into ice.
She seemed to finally think of him, her red lips lightly raised, and she lifted her chin at him, with a full and noble gesture, "You came to her, right? Here, now you can take her away."
"Ah, it turns out that it is not a guest, but a barbarian who inexplicably broke in. Do you live in a city? Have your parents and teachers handed you manners?"
Her tone sounded casual, but her words were extremely acrid and mean, but no one objected.
"I didn't..." She wanted to say that she didn't break in, and suddenly stopped when she spoke. She seemed to have indeed pushed open the giant embossed door in front of the castle.
"I didn't mean it... I thought this was a ruined castle..." She wanted to explain, but how to explain it was a bit of a concealment.
Su Kui waved his hand and took his seat again, "I don't want to listen to your explanation, I just want to ask, Miss Lucia, why did you appear inside my castle, can you explain it?"
Her eyes flowed, and her ruby-colored pupils looked like a poisonous snake waiting for an opportunity in the dim light. Su Kui saw Cain, suddenly patted her forehead, shook her head and laughed, "Sorry, Cain, I think, for the time being, you can't let you take her away. I think I must know who brought her in. Yes, this time it is human, then next time, will it be replaced by—"
She raised the end of her eyes and tapped her fingertips slightly, "How about you..."
Cain's expression turned gloomy for a moment, Su Kui raised his eyebrows, and smiled softly, "Now, after all, you are much more difficult than her, but I remember that you have been thinking about driving the pegs into my heart, making me disappear and melt It's nothing, am I right, Cain?"
Edmund looked gloomy, and his white teeth gurgled in his mouth.
Hearing this, Cain raised his eyes, and the complex emotions flashed past. The pitch-black pupils smashed into her blood-colored pupils, and he suddenly lifted his thin lips, and in an instant the evil spirit overflowed, "Well, yes. Ah, this is what I think at the moment, what should I do—" He nodded, noncommittal.
But in my heart, there seemed to be another unclear idea, which faintly overwhelmed what had already been said.
"Damn you!!"
Without warning, there was a loud shout in the empty and lonely hall, and a black shadow wrapped in a terrifying killing intent and struck Cain's throat.
He stood there calmly, even when the strong wind swept through, his eyelids did not move.
Only when the figure was about to twist his neck, she moved extremely fast, and swiftly pulled out the black gold ancient knife behind it, the thin blade of the cicada-wing dangling a cold light under the moonlight, and then met the shadow, walking strange Unpredictable.
As if he hadn't exerted any strength, he casually waved, bloody across, that figure flew out at an extremely fast speed. Cain held the long knife back, brushing it into the scabbard.
When he took a closer look, he didn't seem to move half a step at all, he was still quiet, with his arms folded with his hands as usual, leaning on the huge pillar.
He didn't match up with a single move, didn't even fight face to face, and was directly crushed by him.
Edmund slammed into the post in embarrassment, and when he fell, his clothes from his arm to his chest were cut into two pieces by the blade.