Fast-Crossing Woman with Upper Manual

Chapter 640: Countess (47)

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"Cain!"

A voice stopped Cain from breaking her neck, and Cain looked back indifferently, his expression indifferent.

Willard rolls his throat up and down, and curls his fingertips. "Let her go. Helena shouldn't want to get life on her hands anymore. Even if she didn't kill it, she died because of her. Trust me, she won't like."

Just like these spirit hunters who broke into the castle and kept telling her to kill her, she just wounded them, but none of them endangered the lives of others. He should have thought of it since she let the children go. , She really decided to atone for her sins.

Seeing Cain squatting on the spot unmoved, Willard became anxious, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, "Cain, let go, she has already received the punishment she deserves, and this matter will be on her heart. The heaviest fortune is unforgettable to death!"

Cain pursed his lips and gradually retracted the hand holding Lucia's neck.

He got up and strode back to Su Kui, sneered with his back to Willard, "I hope this time your words will be as honest as your heart. It is really for her sake, not for saving the deep-rooted love for you. Woman!"

Cain picked up Su Kui's body, a thick mist rose from under his feet, and their bodies gradually disappeared into this huge castle.

Willard languidly slumped to the ground, shrank in the corner, staring blankly at the empty spot, and muttered to himself, "It won't—"

He knew it was wrong. If he could see his heart clearly at first, instead of just avoiding it, trying to hide his heart with resentment, would the result be totally different

No one answered him. Without her existing castle, it was just a dead silence.

Su Kui slowly opened her eyes, and there was the sound of rain beating on the glass window in her ears. She looked sideways, and she didn't know when the night had fallen. There was no light in the dark blue-black night, and it was full of haze.

The room is unfamiliar, with a taste of oriental classical elements. The log table and chairs are long cabinets. On the table is placed a lampstand that looks like a terrible grimace, and a candle is lit above it, emitting a faint light in the night. .

The top of his head was suddenly blocked by a black shadow, losing its only brightness.

Su Kui was accustomed to the darkness, she didn't care, she turned her body sideways, and slumbered in the direction of the wall.

"Wake up?" The low and hoarse voice was depressing in my ears.

Seeing Su Kui not speaking, Cain smiled indifferently, holding her shoulders forcibly and supporting her to sit up, "Drink."

He handed it to her eyes, and swayed the viscous blood in the glass in the cup. The sweetness of the blood had already drifted down the air into the nasal cavity before it had been taken.

"You shouldn't save me," she didn't take the glass, leaning lazily on the bed frame, the chain on her ankle glowing dimly under the candlelight.

Cain touched her long, ink-like hair with a big palm, and ran across her cold cheeks with dry and hot fingers, suddenly raised her thin chin, cold lips, "You want to die, don't you? Or is it that after leaving Willard, there is no desire to survive|hope?"

Su Kui sighed faintly, and finally raised his eyelids to look at him, "I have lived too long. In fact, dying in the sun is also the best destination for me."

Cain didn't know why a nameless anger suddenly rose in his heart, and he smiled back in anger, "Oh, don't you want to redeem it? No matter what?"