"How long have I fainted?" Vanessa wrote.

"It's been four hours, and it's almost early in the morning." Creon sat at the princess's bed, changing her blood-stained gauze and washing her wounds with boiling wine.

The timing coincides! Vanessa's pupils contracted suddenly. In other words, Reyna has been cured, and the heart that Creon borrowed is most likely from Brandt's mother!

Vanessa looked at Creon and instantly felt his horror.

Already the crown prince of the Land of the Wine Valley, Leon is a powerful magician, and on the surface, he is a playboy with a bad life, but in reality he is hostile to everyone around him. He must have made more than one of this sad dolls, and when he was in a bad mood, whoever he wanted to die had to die.

If Vanessa guessed correctly, Queen Onia was his victim. When the damage transfer magic is activated, all the pain in Reina's body will be transferred to Onia's heart, shattered, twisted, and flipped in a way that no heart can bear!

Vanessa glared at Leon, who was seriously bandaging her wounds, and the princess couldn't help but shudder, the Creon in front of her was no longer a scoundrel who did a lot of ridiculous things to chase women, but an out-and-out devil! This kind of person is somewhere between paranoia and madness, playing cards out of common sense, making sharp and ruthless shots, and centering on his own likes and dislikes. No wonder Brant was also embarrassed when he mentioned this brother.

Vanessa knew that it was too late, that Brant would not be able to save his mother, and that she and Reina would be burdened with the psychological burden of indirectly killing the King of Wine Valley.

Brandt, I'm sorry, I didn't know this was going to end up like this!

At this moment, Creon's close guard walked in and whispered to him, Creon looked up and smiled at Vanessa, "Look, what am I talking about, Brandt's mother has just died. ”

It was an expected ending, but it still made Vanessa's heart ache inexplicably.

"I'm sorry," the princess wrote. Really, I'm sorry. I should have listened to Brandt and asked him to ask Creon for a sad doll, but who knows if he will give Brant a doll with whose heart it is?

Creon, the devil with the face of an angel, was so disturbed that Vanessa seemed to see an impassable gulf between herself and Brant.

"The queen's death is a matter of time," Cleon smiled, "and she has been sick for a long time. May God bless her soul. ”

Vanessa looked into Creon's eyes, his smile on his face like the white oil residue floating on top of the solidified beef broth.

He knew something, and he didn't debunk me for a while.

"I'm curious, what did that guard do with snatching the sad doll?" Vanessa wrote.

"Like you, to save the person he thinks is the most important."

"But how would he know I was passing through the hallway with a doll?"

"Are you hinting at me?" Creon stopped what he was doing, "Still doubting my sincerity?" I don't know the waiter, and I won't tell him to grab what has already been given to you. Creon tied a nice bow on Vanessa's shoulder, "Speaking of sincerity, I need to remind you of one thing. The prince clapped his hands and stood up again, "I sent someone to check, there are three nobles surnamed Sandra in Crescent City, two of them are dead, and there is only one eight-year-old boy in the third family, so how many Sandra are you?" ”

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