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- The Count stared at his right hand, which was stained with her blood, and he could still feel the burning sensation of the blood splashing on his hand, even though there was nothing on it.

- His left hand held his right wrist, and with five fingers, his right wrist snapped,

His whole right hand fell weakly to the ground, and as he did so, his face remained expressionless, as if he had only bent down and wiped the stains from her little white leather shoes.

Leohard's right hand rested lightly on the girl's white neck, but he didn't move for a long time.

At the same time, in his inner world, the gloomy gate of the castle suddenly opened, and a bolt of lightning swept through the gate, whistling into the depths of the castle, and after passing through the familiar golden gate, the lightning slammed into the long and toned figure of a young man.

In the corner, the boy curled up and fell into a deep sleep, his brows on his white and tender little face were always locked, as if he had fallen into an endless nightmare, but the young man did not glance at him, and his gaze fell on another corner.

There, there is a huge black cocoon, as if breathing, shrinking, the surface of the cocoon from time to time has streamers crossing, which makes its black deeper and deeper, like a space black hole, even the surrounding light has to be swallowed into it.

The young man scoffed: "Tsk! ”

In the next second, in the room where even the air seemed to be stagnant, a breeze rose from Pingbai, spiraling like a whirlpool, and a little light gathered in it, and countless fragments finally converged into the figure of a man - he was wearing a white coat for doctors and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and he looked polite and very gentle.

The psychiatrist looked down at his hands, the texture of the palms was clearly visible, long and profound, he had studied numerology, according to the Chinese people, this is a sign of longevity.

Sure enough, he was back.

The psychiatrist raised his head in a complicated mood and looked at the young man not far away - it was Leohard himself, the main personality of this body, when he was weak, all the vicious sub-personalities would jump out, and any one of them could replace him.

But when he is strong, he is God, the only true God of this hell!

As he has personally experienced, Leohard wiped him out with a wave of his hand, and brought him back from nothingness with the flick of a finger.

Thinking of this, the psychiatrist gently lowered his arrogant head and expressed his respect to the only true god of hell.

Leohard's handsome face was not half moved, and he coldly ordered, "You go out." ”

The moment he spoke, an obscure thought rose in the psychiatrist's heart, and he instantly understood Leohard's intentions, his head lowered, and his tone was humble and respectful: "Everything is as you wish." ”

With that, a breeze rose from under his feet, and an aperture of light opened out of thin air above his head, and the breeze rose and sent him into the aperture, and he couldn't help but lower his head and look at the young and terrible man again.

The latter flew up with his long legs and stepped on the huge black cocoon, while shouting with mockery in his mouth: "What the hell are you?!" You still want to replace me?! Heh-"

Before the words fell, starting from the place where his right foot was stepping, the pale ash began to spread, replacing the original brilliant black inch by inch, and the silkworm cocoon also seemed to have lost its life, stopping the continuous expansion and contraction, and finally, the entire silkworm cocoon turned into a huge gray boulder full of cracks, like a burning charcoal fire, only gray charcoal ash remained, as if it would be torn apart at the slightest touch.

It's just that, if you look closely, in the center of the gray boulder, there is still a little dark red, like a spark that flickers and flickers slightly.

The young man's face stared at this red uncertainly, and finally, he sneered, did not move again, and the next second, he looked up at the sky with some feeling, and the psychiatrist's eyes immediately reflected the young man's handsome and excessive face-

The curvature of the lips was so evil, like a demon crawling out of the deepest part of hell, making people shudder, and the psychiatrist shuddered, and instantly pierced out of the aperture.

Jian Han was a little strange, this time, Leo Hader's movements seemed to be too light, so light that she could barely feel his movements, she couldn't help but ask, "Leo?" ”

Leohard habitually raised his hand, helped the non-existent gold-rimmed glasses on his face, and calmly responded: "Well, it will be fine soon." ”

This quickly passed for a long time, so long that Jian Han was a little drowsy, and at some point, soothing and gentle music was put on in the room, like a lullaby hummed in her mother's mouth, which made people unconsciously let go of all their defenses.

Leohard's deep voice was mixed with the music, but it was unexpectedly harmonious, like an independent part, making the timbre more and more serene, "Honey, is there anything you want to tell me?" ”

The girl didn't realize that the crisis was approaching, and her tone was brisk: "What's the matter?" ”

Leohard looked down at the top of her jet-black hair, but unexpectedly remembered the huge black silkworm cocoon in his mind, what was in it, even the main personality was so taboo, and even had to deal with it personally?

He opened his mouth slowly, and his calm voice did not fluctuate at all, as if he was reading just a popular science article or a short news broadcast: "-Have you ever had such an experience? I like a person very much, but I suffer from gains and losses, and I am afraid that I will lose him once I find out? ”

This passage was engraved in the heart of Leohard's master, and he could even feel the emotions that accompanied him, which was an endless sadness mixed with anger and resentment, even if the time went by, the anger and resentment faded, but the wound was still fresh, and the pain was so painful that he did not dare to recall it easily.

Unfortunately, in the girl's mind, it was probably just a small thing in her countless interactions with Mr. SOS.

However, this time, he deliberately mentioned it, and I believe she will recall it immediately - a few months ago, when she was filming a costume film, she fell into the sweet trouble of a crush and deliberately asked him for advice - and the object of the crush was not him.

He stared intently at the girl's pretty face, her long eyelashes trembled, but finally calmed down, those closed eyes never opened, the corners of her lips turned from slightly upturned to red lips tightly, and a distinct line broke out on her cheeks along her cheekbones.

From a psychological point of view, this is a manifestation of severe resistance to the question being asked.

His handsome face did not fluctuate for half a minute, not even his eyes changed for half a minute, but a light sigh full of emotion and countless meanings came out of his mouth: "Hey-"

"So, tell me when you want to, okay?"

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