Chapter 605

So, does she like this man called villad?

His cold eyes swept villad's face, and he didn't even find them. The evil in his eyes was almost frozen.

She seemed to think of him at last. She lifted her chin at him with a light red lip. She was full of dignity. "You're looking for her, aren't you? Now you can take her away. "

"Ah, it wasn't a guest, but a barbarian who somehow broke in. Did you live in the city? Did your parents and teachers give you etiquette? "

Her tone sounded casual, but her words were as harsh as they could be, and there was no objection.

"I didn't..." She wanted to say that she didn't break in, and suddenly stopped at the edge of her mouth. She seemed to push open the relief gate in front of the castle.

"I didn't mean to I thought it was a deserted castle... " She wanted to explain, but how to explain, with a little cover up.

Su Kui waved and sat down again. "I don't want to hear your explanation. I just want to ask, Miss Lucia, why are you in my castle? Can you explain?"

Her eyes are flowing. Ruby pupils are in the dim light. They look like vipers waiting for the opportunity. Su Kui saw Cain, slapped his forehead, shook his head and laughed, "I'm sorry, Cain, I think you can't take her away for the time being. I think I have to know who brought her in. This time it's human, so next time, will it be replaced with -"

she picked up her eyes and tail, fingertips and tiny dots, "how about you..."

Cain's face sank suddenly. Su Kui raised his eyebrows and smiled softly. "Well, after all, you are more difficult than her. But I remember that you always wanted to nail the stake into my heart and make me ashes and vanish. Am I right, Cain?"

Edmund was somber, his white teeth clucking in his mouth.

Hearing this, Cain lifted his eyes, and the complex emotions flashed by. The dark pupils of his eyes collided into her bloodstained eyes. Suddenly, he lifted up his thin lips, and suddenly the evil spirit overflowed. "Well, yes, that's what I'm thinking at the moment. What should I do?" he nodded, not denying.

But in my heart, it seems that there is another unclear idea, which has faintly suppressed what has been said.

"Damn you!"

Without warning, there was a burst of drinking in the empty hall, and a dark shadow, wrapped with a terrible sense of killing, attacked Cain's throat.

He stood quietly in place, even when the strong wind swept in, his eyelids did not move.

Only when the figure was about to break his neck, he moved very fast and pulled out the black gold ancient knife behind him. The blade thin as a cicada's wing gave a cold light under the moonlight, and then met the shadow. The pace was strange and unpredictable.

As if he didn't exert himself, he waved carelessly, and the blood color crossed. The figure flew back at a very fast speed. Cain took the long knife and put the brush into the scabbard.

When he looked at it carefully, he didn't seem to move at all. He was still quiet, with his arms in his hands as usual, leaning against the huge column.

There is no right move, not even face-to-face fight, directly by his insipid rolling down.

Edmund bumped into the post in a panic. When he fell down, the clothes from his arm to his chest were divided into two pieces by the blade.