“...... It's me! Yes, it's me, it's me! I killed him with my own hands! I killed him with my own hands, and I killed him with my own hands!"

Ursula couldn't bear it anymore after all, and showed her cardamom-covered palms in front of Howlen, her slender white fingers trembling slightly, her eyes widened, and she slammed into Heden head-on sharply and fiercely, the madness in the depths of her eyes was surging, and the corners of her mouth raised a shallow arc, but it was not a smile, but a ...... A kind of exhilaration, the exuberance of emotions finally being vented.

"He's damned! This is what he deserves! He's a demon! He's a demon who keeps taking, doesn't stop, and keeps attacking!"

"Yes, he was controlling me as if I was just a toy, without a soul, without dignity, without freedom! just a toy. If I'm already at the end of the darkness, why can he continue to stand in the sun! I'm going to destroy him!"

I told him in person, go to the pool, I and the wine were waiting for him, and he was fooled, thinking that I took the initiative to miss his warm embrace, so he couldn't wait to come to the pool, and then did something to me, I resisted disgust and disgust, and drunk him like this, and threw him into the pool. ”

"It's me!"

"I killed him! I ended that nightmare with my own hands. ”

"I don't regret it. ”

"Even though I became a demon, I wasn't afraid. Speaking of this, Ursula's hideous and distorted expression gradually eased, and the light in his eyes became gentle, and he looked at Hodden quietly, but the focus and focus were scattered, revealing a look of pathos and despair, as if ...... It's liberation.

"You know what? Because the coldest darkness is over, and I have ended it with my own hands, and I am not afraid, I am dancing in the arms of the male god of Tamqi, and I have not felt pain or fear, I am not even afraid of death, so what is there to be afraid of?"

The delicate and delicate face still carried a thrilling magnificence, but the soul in the eyes was not alive, so it slowly dimmed, and then the person sitting in front of him was only a beautiful and incomprehensible body, like an epiphany that quickly withered after blooming.

There is no soul and no life, just the walking dead...... To live, but to live is not to live, but to hold on with pain and shame, blood and sin, and every breath is a torture. So, she wasn't scared anymore, she wouldn't be scared anymore.

The noise and noise slowly fell silent, and Pacia couldn't help but look away, hiding the confusion in the depths of his eyes.

He knew that murder was murder, that Ursula was murderer, that she had confessed and that she deserved to be punished, but he could not imagine what those years meant to a thirteen-year-old girl.

Perhaps, she tried to call for help, but her parents abandoned her, perhaps, she tried to escape, but the school imprisoned her, perhaps, she tried to resist, but no one heard her. What kind of desperation was that made a thirteen-year-old girl devise a murderous plan.

"There will be pity for those who hate them. ”

But at this time, Parcia was not sure whether Ursula was a hateful person.

The hustle and bustle of the Tru Hotel is still boiling, the sound of the room is surging and tumbling in the air, the lazy spring light above the head is slowly falling, and there are still many joya on the second floor watching this good show-

Obviously, Ursula usually has a lot of enemies, and her enemies are not willing to give up such an important moment to appreciate the embarrassment and ugliness of her opponent, but even her enemies do not make a sound at this time, and their indifferent eyes hide the intrigues that only she can savor.

Issa, on the other hand, was bitter, and reason told her that she should arrest Ursula, which was a matter of business, but emotion told her to wait.

But what difference can it make if you wait?

Issa didn't know either.

Ursula slowly raised her eyes, raised her right hand, pinched the cigarette butt with her slightly trembling index and middle fingers and took it away, and took a long and protruding breath, and the smoke sprayed directly on Horden's face, she deliberately raised her chin slightly, examined Holden's expression with a condescending attitude, and smiled contemptuously.

"Why, don't you think I'm pitiful? Save your pity, because your pity is worthless. ”

The sharp and sharp taunt was just attacking Holden head-on, and he didn't hesitate to fight the whole world with his own strength, so he resolutely stood opposite everyone, but the posture of opening his teeth and claws had no power, it was just a paper tiger, just ...... It's just a means of self-preservation.

Hodden still stared at Ursula intently, slowly and methodically stuffed the last bite of Brunet into his mouth, chewed and tasted it slowly, the unhurried movements filled the smoke with a sense of silence, and then gently bowed his head to express satisfaction, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but show a satisfied smile.

"I think it's comparable to a charcoal-grilled arrow feather sandwich, but it's only a quarter of the price, Men of Tamzi, thanks to the clever chefs, delicious food, isn't this the key to the best in the world?

Hoden is serious.

Ursula could feel it in Howlen's eyes, but it was precisely because of this that the sense of absurdity became more and more obvious, so that Ursula was a little stunned.

"You don't need my mercy. ”

Hoden abruptly shifted the subject again and got back on track, catching Ursula off guard.

"Because you stood up bravely, and with your own strength, you fought back. I don't count how a thirteen-year-old would react to these situations, but I know I wouldn't be able to do it if it were me. So, you don't need my sympathy, I don't have such qualifications. ”

"You are braver than me, and you are stronger than me. ”

The gentle words were so firm, and the sincerity and sincerity in those eyes never dodged, so he faced Ursula calmly, and the weight of words slowly fell on Ursula's shoulders.

This made Ursula slightly stunned.

Issa and Parcia both turned to look at Hordon - even if they really thought so, they couldn't say that, after all, Ursula still killed people after all. As vigilantes, they can't cross such a line, otherwise, things will be messed up.

Isa, in particular, began to burn in her stomach, and although she agreed with Hoden and sympathized with Ursula, as a sheriff, she also had her own duties, so she had to cheer up and yell, "Hoden, you're crossing the line!"

Hodden ignored Isa, his gaze still motionless as he met Ursula's, the corners of his mouth raised lightly, "But I need your honesty, you did it all on your own?"

Just a thirteen-year-old?