Under Kleist's gaze, Field felt slightly embarrassed, and turned his body uncomfortably, embarrassed and angry.

"It's like how mature you are, after all, it's not like you haven't attended a female coming-of-age ceremony." Field sneered, learning from Kleist's look, his golden eyes twitched slightly, and his eyes looked at him mockingly.

Kleist still had a trademark smile on his face, and the curvature of the corners of his mouth seemed to have been measured with a ruler, bringing out three points of ridicule.

"Do you think I'm bothered to share the same woman with someone else?" Kleist chuckled, his dazzling golden eyes were even more charming because of the slight smile, his slender fingers rubbed against Dorores's delicate lips, his expression was ambiguous, he didn't care about Field's cunning, one hand on the back of Dolores's head, half-hugged her in his arms, and then lowered his head to hold her delicate red lips.

It was a kiss that was just a taste, and even so, Doloris still writhed uneasily in her sleep, her long eyebrows furrowed slightly, and a thin muttering sound came out of her mouth.

Reason told Sùfield that he should stop Kleist's actions, and not let him despise this elf-like girl, but he couldn't speak, and even watched in fascination as Kleist took Doloris in his arms in an affectionate gesture, rubbing his fingers over her red lips repeatedly.

"Let her go." Field's voice was hoarse, and his cold hand clenched the long knife hanging from his waist.

Kleist raised his eyebrows and snorted, "What, you want to do it with me?" What a child who can't learn well! Kleist obviously didn't take Field in his eyes, under his fiery gaze, he wrapped his hand around Dolores's slightly bulging softness, his expression was cold and gloomy, this action did not have the smell of playfulness, it seemed to only provoke Field.

Sure enough, under Kleist's move, Field pulled out the long knife on his waist, and at the same time, his mental power was out of control, and he did not hesitate to swing the long knife full of spiritual power towards Kleist, and a crimson edge appeared almost materially on the sharp blade.

Kleist held Dolores in his arms and easily avoided Field's blow, and the smile on his face even deepened: "There is a murderous aura!" Kleist spoke in a playful tone, nonchalantly playing with Dorores' silky hair on his arm.

Kleist's contemptuous attitude made Field sneer, and teleported to Kleist's body at a speed invisible to the naked eye, and in an instant, Kleist instantly circled behind him in a leisurely manner, his thin red lips hooked a cruel smile, his left hand was clamped to Dolores's waist, and his right hand pulled out the long knife at his waist, and waved the knife at Field's back mercilessly.

Like Field's spiritual power, after Kleist gathered his spiritual power on the long knife, the blade was flushed with a hint of crimson, and the color was more evil than the color of the spiritual power wrapped in the long knife in Field's hand, and the crimson color was almost black.

There was a hint of surprise in Field's eyes, as if he didn't expect Kleist to be so agile with Dolores in his arms, and he didn't even have time to avoid his blow, and there was inevitably a knife wound in his back.

After smelling the blood, Kleist was obviously excited, his eyes were shining, and the chuckle from his mouth was very piercing, he licked the corners of his mouth, and said with a sneer: "Dear brother, let me teach you a lesson!" Before he could finish speaking, Kleist teleported in front of Field, and the blade approached.

The Fieldwolf avoided Kleist's attack, the look on his face was as cold as ice, even if his strength was not as good as Kleist, but as a member of the Watson family, the word escape would never appear in his life.

Kleist hooked the corners of his mouth and sneered, and swung the long knife at Field again, but in an instant, he turned the knife in one direction and inserted it back into the scabbard, and at the same time resisted Field's attack with his legs, without looking at him, and snorted: "I'm not interested in playing with you today, you can go!" Don't meddle in the future, think about what I said, my stupid brother. ”

Field was forced to slip backwards by the force on Kleist's legs, and finally got down on one knee to stabilize his body, a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes, as if he didn't expect Kleist to stop so lightly after seeing blood, which was not in line with his character.

Field glanced at Doloris, who was clamped by Field's waist, the corners of her mouth moved, and her eyebrows were filled with annoyance, and only after half a sound did she speak: "Don't hurt her." ”

Kleist's eyes are raised high, hurt? How could he be willing to do it!

Faced with Field's knife-sharp eyes, Kleist smiled and put Dolores back in the crystal coffin, then gestured please.

When Dolores woke up, she found that she was still lying in the crystal coffin, and instinctively wanted to get up from it, but she found that she had an unbearable pain in her waist, and in an instant, tears welled up in her clear blue eyes.

"Sure enough, I'm going to wake up." Kleist leaned against the wall, smiling at Dolores who didn't realize she was saving.

Doloris was startled, looked up at Kleist, her face instantly turned pale, and her fingers unconsciously grabbed her skirt and stared at him tightly.

Kleist chuckled and scooped the person up from the crystal coffin, because of the mental coercion around him, Dolores who was suppressed was motionless, and the disgust and resentment in his heart were even overwhelmed by fear, and he could only watch as Kleist held her in his arms in a posture of holding the girl.

Dorores's body temperature has always been low, and her skin always has a slightly cool touch, and Kleist obviously enjoys this touch, and she collides with Dolores's forehead, and the corners of her mouth hook: "Is it cold?" Kleist didn't expect to get an answer from Dolores, this little girl's courage was too small, he didn't deliberately release her spiritual power, and she didn't dare to move when she was already shocked.

"Good boy, you've slept all day and night, and you should be hungry now!" Kleist smiled, his face was extremely handsome, and his pale smile and soft golden eyes were extremely deceptive.

Doloris didn't speak, showing a well-behaved posture, but her hands were clenched into fists, showing her nervousness, when she got out of the basement, she felt the warm sunshine, Dolores's slightly drooping eyes instantly widened, and the longing and expectation in her eyes were enough to impress the most hard-hearted people.

Kleist chuckled under his breath, his lips close to Dolores' ear, and said softly, "Do you want to go out and have a look?" ”

Dolores was not bewildered by Kleist's sudden gentle side, but looked at Kleist more vigilantly, her originally bright eyes hidden a wave of unwavering despair.

Putting Doloris on the chair, Kleist pushed her a glass of juice, Doloris held the cup with both hands, with an irrepressible panic, yesterday she suddenly became extremely sleepy after eating, and seemed to fall asleep after a while, this strange situation made her wary of today's food, although she was not smart, but she also knew that in Kleist's hands, she would never fall asleep peacefully.

"Why don't you eat it? Do you want me to feed you? Kleist cut off a small piece of bacon, forked it with a fork, and held it to Dolores' lips, smiling at her nervous look.

Dolores subconsciously dodged the food handed to her mouth, and after seeing the smile on Kleist's face instantly retracted, she lowered her head and whispered, "I... I drink... Drink juice. ”

Kleist snorted lightly, as if dissatisfied with Dorores's evasive move, got up from the chair, walked behind Dorores, wrapped his arms around her sides, leaned down slightly, the distance between the two was too close, and the faint smell of tobacco on his body filled the tip of Doroles's nose, making her frown unconsciously.

Kleist picked up the glass of water and held it to Doloris's lips, his tone soft, but with a hint of command: "Drink it." ”

Dolores was really frightened by Kleist, who dared to resist him, took a sip of juice from his hand, and tears were already welling up in her eyes.

"It's really a girl made of water." Kleist said as if sighing, because of his words, Dolores quickly sniffed and blinked vigorously, as if this would force back the tears that were about to roll down.

Kleist saw Dolores pursed her small mouth, her pretty nose twitched, and she looked indescribably lovely, so she couldn't help but smile, and her hands were stuck on Dolores's waist, and she was about to lift her up, which made Dolores exhale in pain, and tears rolled down uncontrollably.

Kleist hesitated for a moment, the hand that was originally stuck on Dolores's waist instead supported her back, and the other went around her lap, picked her up horizontally, let her do it on his lap, wrapped one hand, and crossed a small piece of bread with his right hand and handed it to Dorores's lips, he seemed to think that feeding was a very interesting thing, and looked at Dolores with some expectation.

Doloris cried silently, opening her little mouth and holding the fork, only to find that Kleist did not pull the fork back, but just looked at her with a smile, which made her look back at Kleist in disbelief.

Kleist seemed to be pleased by Doloris's appearance, and his eyes, which had not seen a smile, were dyed with a little pleasure, and said, "What a good boy." So saying, he withdrew the fork in his hand, placed it on the plate, and squeezed Doloris's chin with his free hand, his eyes narrowed, and under her frightened look, kissed the tears that rolled down her cheeks.