Alice, with a bit of horror, walked resolutely towards the Necromancy. Since becoming the "living dead", Alice's "magical" things about the kingdom of heaven have become more receptive. Her instincts told her that Necro Flower would not cause harm to herself.

"Maybe I don't even have a soul left—" Alice walked towards the Necromantic Flower step by step, and at this moment she thought of Archduke Litus, "Littles, as soon as you heard the news that Wen Ying was sent to the Walker Camp as a slave, you flew to Ameriken State desperately. You must have never cared about my life or death, did you? ”

"Father—" Watching Alice approach the Necromantic Flower step by step, Marquis Mary couldn't hold back, and her tone was worried. She was about to move forward, but was grabbed by the arm by Grand Duke Quirrell. Seeing the solemn gaze of Grand Duke Quirrell, the Marquis of Mary was silent, and the people stood still.

The dark purple petals of the Necromantic Flower have returned to a white color like snow, and the snow-white ribbons and stamens have also turned a faint purple. Slowly, a huge snow-white necromantic flower, dotted with lilac ribbons, stopped spinning.

Alice walked in front of the Necromantic Flower, and those lilac ribbons instantly wound Alice and sent it into the stamens, and the snow-white petals of the Necromantic Flower closed together and turned into a huge flower bone.

Seeing this, Count Eliot couldn't help it: "Grand Duke, just in case-". Alice, as the Holy Messenger of the Light Source, once there was any mistake in the Seven Continents Continent Tour, Grand Duke Quirrell could not escape the blame.

"Don't worry." Grand Duke Quirrell's voice grew muffled. He wanted to see what this necromantic flower wanted.

Gods and demons have a certain amount of intelligence to a greater or lesser extent. It is said that some gods and demons are powerful, and they will choose their own owners.

Before Grand Duke Quirrell's words fell, the Necromantic Flower was gone! In front of everyone's eyes, the Necromantic Flower is gone! Gray land, an empty space!

Everyone was shocked!

"W-how is this possible?" Count Elliot was shocked.

Faced with such a situation, the walkers and wizards were dumbfounded, looking at each other, and they didn't know what to do for a while.

Grand Duke Quirrell's handsome face showed a hint of surprise, and his silver eyes deepened.

Alice said that when she heard the man's words, Grand Duke Quirrell used her divine sense to sense the necromantic flowers within the range of the divine enchantment, including the gray dust that had accumulated to the height of everyone's ankles, and found no abnormalities.

The Necronomicon Flower has the same magical power as the Protoss' teleportation, and can come and go without a trace, but only if the Necronomicon is not shrouded by the Protoss's divine enchantment, or is not shrouded in the wizard's "established space" spell.

The strength of this necromantic flower is roughly equivalent to that of a white banker, but the divine enchantment laid by Count Elliot and the blood-colored circle laid by fifteen dark crystal wizards - cast the "established space" spell - all prevent the necromantic flower from escaping. It stands to reason that this necromantic flower can't leave this place at all.

Considering that Alice could resist the sound of "Requiem" like a god, coupled with Alice's firm attitude, and the divine sense sensed that the Necromantic Flower did not emit a predatory breath, Grand Duke Quirrell expected that the Necromantic Flower would not cause harm to Alice, so he was relieved to let Alice go alone.

"Father—" said the Marquis of Mary, "what is the matter now?" Marquis Mary was extremely shocked in his heart: "The Necromantic Flower that can disappear under the nose of my father, Archduke Quirrell, definitely has the help of an external force. Who is it that is so bold, and is his strength still above his father? ”

Suddenly, a low and magnetic man's voice came into the ears of Grand Duke Quirrell: "Quirrell, I borrow the Holy Messenger for a day. ”

Hearing the man's voice, Grand Duke Quirrell's handsome face was instantly shocked, and he blurted out, "Joey?!" ”

"Father? Who is Joey? Marquis Mary asked.

The Joey in the mouth of Grand Duke Quirrell shocked Count Eliot, and he naturally knew who Joy was in the mouth of Grand Duke Quirrell.

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Amy Riken, Castle Black.

Grand Duke Ivan held Wen Ying in his arms and appeared in the dormitory in an instant.

In the Walker Camp, he sensed that the aura of Grand Duke Litus was approaching, and immediately teleported to take Wen Ying back to Castle Black.

I thought of Emperor Eric's promise to Archduke Litus in the Dream Palace--"If one day, Wen Ying speaks to me personally, I will give her to you." Now, let her be by Ivan's side. A sneer flashed at the corner of Grand Duke Ivan's mouth, and he threw Wen Ying onto the bed. Before Wen Ying could get up, Grand Duke Ivan had already pressed heavily on Wen Ying.

Wen Ying's face was pale, and there was only horror and uneasiness in her dark and bright eyes. She didn't even dare to move—the suicide at the Walker Camp was as if it had never happened, leaving no trace on her body. The sharp pain in the past, as well as the rupture in the waist part of the robe, reminded Wen Ying that she had once stabbed a sword into her abdomen!

Grand Duke Ivan's left arm was half-propped up on the bed, which made his upper body stand up slightly, and the five fingers of his right hand gently stroked Wen Ying's face.

His divine sense sensed Wen Ying. His heart had been completely captured by the woman in front of him. Seeing Wen Ying lying in a pool of blood at the Walker Camp made him feel more terrified than ever, even more terrifying than when he heard in the Star Castle that he would be reduced to a slave in sixteen years.

At that moment, he was willing to pay any price to save Wen Ying's life. At that moment, Grand Duke Ivan realized that he had fallen deeply in love with Wen Ying. Before he knew it, he had fallen deeply in love with this woman - and at that moment, he had completely forgotten about Scarlett. At that moment, his whole heart was only Wen Ying.

"You're mine, you're mine—" He suppressed the surging emotions in his heart, and said coldly and in a low voice: "I said, you are my thing, whether you want to live or die, it's up to me!" ”

Wen Ying was terrified, she felt more desperate than ever—she had no ability to resist the man in front of her. Her hands hung down at her sides, and her ten fingers subconsciously clutched the fabric on the bed.

Looking at Grand Duke Ivan's angry face, Wen Ying simply closed her eyes, even though she didn't want to do anything in her heart, didn't want to do anything, didn't want to accept everything, and a small voice slowly sounded from the bottom of her heart: "I am your thing, if you want to kill or chop, listen to it." ”

The divine sense sensed that Wen Ying's body was trembling slightly. Wen Ying's robe had a large hole in the waist, revealing a flat and smooth abdomen. Wen Ying's thin hands that were clutching the sheets tightly, because they were too hard, the pale cyan blood vessels on the back of the hands were slightly raised, and they were clearly visible.

The posture of Wen Ying's hands made Grand Duke Ivan can't help but recall the ** moment in the slave room in the walker camp. He couldn't help but feel a wave of heart, and a strong desire surged in. His lips were already covered in Wen Ying, and he muttered in a deep voice, "You're mine, you're mine—"

"Ahh

Grand Duke Ivan was caught off guard and was pushed aside. He was suddenly annoyed in his heart: "This woman, she still refuses to talk to him-" He turned over and pressed Wen Ying hard again. He grabbed the tear on the waist of Wen Ying's robe with both hands, and used his left and right hands in the opposite direction to tear the robe roughly.

Seeing Wen Ying's eyes, Grand Duke Ivan was stunned - Wen Ying's originally black eyes turned into colorful and bright, and she couldn't see her pupils, which was extremely weird.