After listening to Wren's words, Mira realized the terrible consequences that might lead to that time, and her forehead immediately oozed sweat. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info she didn't think that Wren could defeat Samuel, but she was hot-headed and yelled at the time, asking Wren to help her arrest people, although she did not directly collide with Samuel's forces, but she also started to arrest people under the nose of the son of the sun........... Once Samuel is angry because of this, the consequences are simply unimaginable! Thinking of this, Mira's face turned pale, and she suddenly felt remorse and fear in her heart, and secretly scolded herself for being a simple-minded idiot, almost harming Rennes and herself.

"Now I know how dangerous it was." Wren glanced at Mira, threw out a delicate dagger, and stuck it straight into the wooden table in front of her: "Pick up the dagger and kill Beatrice!" Aren't you good friends with Angel? She died at the hands of Samuel because of Beatrice, and was made into a specimen and placed in the room, don't you hate it in your heart? Don't you want to kill her to avenge Angel? Kill her and let her go underground to confess to Angel! ”

Listening to the silver-haired demon's demagogic words, Mira's face was cloudy, and her eyes showed hesitation and struggle. After a long time, she finally made up her mind, pulled out the dagger in front of her, and slowly walked to Beatrice, who was full of horror.

The crowd watched in a circle, and only the lamb to the slaughter cried out in despair.

"No, you can't! My dear, we are classmates, you can't do this to me! Mira, I love you so much! You can't treat friends like that! No! Please! With tears streaming down her face, Beatrice crawled forward, grabbed Mira's trouser legs, and begged the maiden for mercy. Beatrice was clever enough not to argue against what was assumed to be true, lest he provoke Mira's anger even more. She just pleaded, pleaded.

Beatrice's performance proved to be a success, and the look of embarrassment and despair shook Mira again, and she clutched the dagger tightly and did not plunge it into the neck of the petite girl. Mira has never killed anyone, she resists killing, and although Beatrice is hateful, she just can't do it herself.

"Even in the face of this kind of person, my heart still swells with a trace of unbearable. Ah, I'm probably what people call waste. Looking at the tearful girl in front of her, Mira thought a little self-deprecatingly.

Mira's performance disappointed Rennes, so he decided to take a big shot.

Another dagger was thrown into the hand of the weeping girl, and the silver-haired demon's words slowly sounded in Beatrice's ears: "Kill Mira, and I'll let you go." ”

Without saying a word, Beatrice picked up the dagger with agility that was not commensurate with that of a magician, and quickly stabbed it into Mira's lower abdomen!

Immediately afterward, Beatrice rolled away alertly, dodging Mira's angry kick! As the spell sounded rapidly, more than a dozen white wind blades appeared out of thin air, and with an unavoidable speed, several bloody wounds were quickly cut on the girl's body, and the plain warrior uniform was immediately dyed bright red.

Throwing away the dagger, throwing away the pity, throwing away the innocence, Mira clutched her bleeding lower abdomen, her pale face finally showed a hideous murderous intent, she roared angrily, like a predatory tiger, and pounced on the inconvenient Beatrice with red eyes.

There was no suspense in the battle, how could a weak magician defeat a warrior in hand-to-hand combat, just a few breaths, Beatrice was pinched and his throat was broken, and his eyes were unwilling to lie on the ground.

Mira slowly stood up, panting violently in her chest, covered in blood, but gritted her teeth to hold on. In just a short moment, Mira's face lost the innocence accumulated over the past ten years, but it gained a firmness and coldness that she had never had.

With a wave of his hand, Medusa and the two maids immediately stepped forward and helped Mira to her room to heal. The hall was in shambles, and everyone was silent, with different expressions on their faces, but no one came out to blame Wren.

Wren was thinking about Mira, and the people who were present after the killing and life and death could easily understand the painstaking efforts of the silver-haired man. To be honest, Mira's kindness was very disdainful in the eyes of everyone, and even had the urge to beat her.

It's too weak!

The men and women present had all killed people, and they all knew the sadness and intolerance of the first killing. However, Mira's performance was much worse than that of any one person. In the face of an enemy that he hates so much, such an idiot is simply a waste. If she was a delicate lady who was powerless, everyone would not be surprised by her reaction, but Mira is a martial artist! How can a warrior be so weak?! She's killing herself! If it weren't for Wren's help, she would have died in the first life-and-death battle.

Looking at the blood stains and corpses on the ground, Wren slowly closed his eyes, his mind drowning in memories of the past. Mira's performance reminded him of himself when he was five years old.

The events of that time, because of blood and pain, because of humiliation and remorse, he can now remember clearly, everything seems to have happened yesterday.

The men of the Dragon Family, as soon as they learned to walk, were gathered for exercise, and when they were five years old, they had to face the first battle of life and death in their lives. Their opponents are companions who exercise together, relatives with similar strength to themselves!

In the battle, you can't keep your hands, you can't admit defeat when you're at a disadvantage, and there are only two situations that the loser can extricate yourself in, one is to be seriously injured and unconscious, and the other is to die forever! Because the trial was so cruel, the mortality rate of young children in each generation of the family in this battle was as high as a staggering forty percent!

As the son of the patriarch, Wren also inevitably had to participate in the battle, but fortunately, he won. It's just that the young Wren, looking at the clan brother who fell in a pool of blood, made a fatal mistake. The bitter and struggling brother caused the boy's heart to swell up, so that he did not inflict a fatal blow on the clan who was still gasping, but the opponent took the opportunity to plunge the sword into Wren's lower abdomen. The betrayal blow of the clan completely shattered the immaturity in the boy's heart, and Wren went berserk with it, and when he regained consciousness, his opponent had already been dismantled by himself. He stood naked, covered in blood, looking at the elders watching the battle from a distance, and the expressions of the elders made Wren feel cold and frightened, all of them with disdain.

After a long time, one of the elders spoke slowly: "Your mercy is an insult to him. ”

He was the father of his dead brother.

As for the patriarch's father, a finger pierced his chest, and strode away with a gloomy face, only coldly dropping a sentence.

"Waste."

It was the first time my father had spoken to himself. His words were colder than those fingers.

Wren was lucky that he didn't die.

During the three months he spent in the hospital bed, Wren was full of remorse and anger, and he secretly swore in his heart that he would never show mercy to his enemies again!

Then, until the fall of the Dragon Family, Wren lived with the title of "waste", which accompanied him for five years.