"I have some regrets. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info" Bing Qingcheng said softly.

The old shopkeeper looked at her, and he knew that according to the rules, the killer's bargaining would be directly regarded as a betrayal. If you betray it, of course, you have to kill it. Although he didn't know if he could take the ice green orange without moving, he was already very confident in his skills.

"I'm sorry, I need to give me a plan of action. I now have a secret mission directly from the head of the house, and I hope to extend the processing period for these tasks for the sake of success. Bing Qingcheng thought for a moment and said, "I need to use a special request to write a letter and hand it directly to the head of the family." ”

The old shopkeeper did not object, although he felt that it was a bit wasteful. In Viktoria's organization, a special request can be made to exonerate the death penalty. It looks like Bing Qingcheng is so young, and he only has one chance at most.

The crimson tongue of fire rolled and burned the paper, and the ice blue orange let go of the hand before the flames could reach his hand, and the to-do list carbonized and fell into the furnace. The red firelight was reflected in her sunglasses, and she was silent for a long time before she began to write, as if organizing the language, but perhaps thinking about someone.

Thousands of kilometers away from Phoenix, the "Little Money Forest", an iron-gray marble fort, like a reef in the sea that has been repeatedly slapped in the storm, stands out in a storm more striking than the towering walls and unique sense of age, its solidity and long-lasting roughness.

Of course, it was also early in the morning, and the maids and servants, as usual, were busy early, and a cloud of cooking smoke wafted out of the chimney and hung over the castle.

In a room that looked ordinary on the outside, but extremely luxurious on the inside, a young man who looked to be in his twenties was holding a fax.

He wore a silk nightgown that wanted to fall off at any moment, revealing wheat-colored toned abs, and up was a smooth chest, an eternally straight neck, and a firm chin. His hair is not very long like that of ordinary nobles, it is a clean and crisp short hair, which is matched with a handsome face......

But if you look into his eyes, you may not be able to see his face at all, and the toned and slender figure will not attract half attention......

This is a pair of extremely amorous eyes, gentle like the blue sea in the early spring sun, deep and bewildered, the gaze is intoxicated, and the boundary and bottom line can never be seen. But at the same time, these eyes are young and flexible, with a juvenile innocence and cunning, which makes people defenseless and wants to be friends with him.

"Little baby, what do you think our princess told me?" The young man said in a brisk voice.

In this room, this not very exaggerated bed was piled with a large mass of soft and white feather quilts, and between the sheets and quilts, a petite and delicate body was hidden.

When the body heard the young man's voice, it shrank up in fear and hid in vain between the quilts.

The young man casually crumpled the fax, pushed open the window and threw it out, and the carbonized paper burned by the flame was blown by the wind and wiped out in the wind without reservation.

He is a fire magician, and there is not only a fire magician in the castle of Victoria, but when it comes to fire magicians, there is only one thing that comes to people's minds, the genius of resurrection magic with exquisite fire control technology, the head of the house of Victoria! Victoria Minver! "Little baby." Mingfu used a coaxing tone to get the cat, and gently opened the layers of quilts, revealing the body under the quilt.

It was a beautiful maiden, and of course in Minfver's private bedroom, and only the beautiful maiden was in his bed.

"Don't." The girl's voice was broken and trembling.

"Alright, baby, it's time to get up." Mingfu's voice was soft, and he dragged the resistless girl out from under the quilt with a softer movement, as if moving a rare treasure.

The sunlight that broke through the window shone on the girl's pale face, and her expression was confused and painful, powerless and desperate.

She resembles Windsor, with the same blonde hair, ocean-blue eyes, and white skin. But she was about half her actual age in Windsor, about twenty years old. From the color of her hair to her dry lips and dry eyes, she was paler and more fragile than Windsor, and she did not have the vigor and vitality of youth at all.

"Don't, don't." The girl trembled all the time, struggling in Minf's hands, trying to escape control.

"All right, baby." Mingfu patiently coaxed, "I know you're tired, but don't you really want to know what our 'good friend' Sand Shimmer Ice Blue Orange is doing?" ”

As he spoke, he gently arranged the girl's hair into the shape he wanted, and a gentle, creepy smile appeared on his face.

"The little guy bargained with me, and she actually put off the task I gave her until next spring. Na! Baby, how do you think I should 'punish' her? ”

No one answered her question, and the blonde girl stopped her unintended resistance, looking at him with confused and broken eyes, and her whole body was covered with signs of being played.

"Is it broken?" Mingfu gently stroked the girl's face, "You can't speak anymore?" What a fragile toy! Do you miss Ice Orange? Do you want her to break down with you? ”

The girl's eyes were gray and unwavering.

"All right, baby." Minfer gently pinched her nose like a doll, "I'm just kidding, you have to be patient with a strong fanatic like Bing Qingcheng." ”

The girl suddenly became in pain and vomited directly.

The sun rises higher and higher in the morning, and the sun gradually brightens, and even in autumn, the temperature is still higher than at night.

In the room of the hotel, Windsor rubbed her eyes in her sleep in a daze, woke up suddenly, and shouted at Bing Qingcheng, who was watching the scenery by the window: "Sister, it's all this time, why don't you call me." ”

Then she shivered violently, not because of the cold, but because of the icy orange eyes.

The pair of dark golden eyes, which seemed to hide mystery and weirdness, the needle-like eyes of crocodiles and poisonous snakes more like humans than humans, were so defenseless and exposed to the air.

The sound of a heartbeat, very sad, like there are a lot of oppressive secrets that can't be told. Windsor was buried in Bing Qingcheng's chest, she wished it would take a little longer, consume all her delicate mood.

She has no relatives in this world, and all her relatives have died in the cruel war. They are destined, and no one can accompany her for a lifetime.

Bing Qingcheng is right, the road to the emperor is destined to be lonely. She stood on this lonely avenue and saw Bing Qingcheng leave her, alone on another dark and dark path.