Along with his screams, there was a crisp "click".

It was — the sound of a dislocated arm.

Seret was so pained that cold sweat was pouring on his face, and he immediately gasped, shouting in pain and begging for mercy: "It hurts...... Hurt...... I don't dare anymore......"

As he spoke, he raised his head, and when he saw the person clearly, his face suddenly turned horrified, "Your Majesty...... Your Majesty......"

It was Israel Colton.

The cold-looking young man let go of his hand and took a step back without the slightest pity.

The light blue eyes are unwavering.

Glancing at Seret on the ground, his voice was indifferent, "Stay away from the princess." ”

"Yes...... Be! Seret replied in horror, then with one hand on his dislocated hand, he rolled down the stone steps.

Ise didn't bother to glance at the door.

He looked up at Lorraine beside him.

found that his princess did not seem to be frightened by this matter.

The whole person was overly calm.

It really surprised him.

But he still walked over and took Lorraine's hand, his voice slightly low, "Don't be afraid. ”

Rather than believing that Lorraine was calm, it was better to believe that he was overly frightened.

Lorraine did not break free of the hand that the boy had shaken.

Heart...... There was a slight subtlety of it.

This feeling is magnified a lot in the quiet hall.

The other party's hand was slightly cold.

In fact, he wasn't afraid, but he felt frustrated because this body was too weak.

Before he was going to change, he gave the other party a slap in the morning.

But just now, he couldn't even break free from Serre's hand.

Lorraine raised her head and whispered, "How did you find here?" ”

Isis lowered his eyes, "Then why do you want to come here?" ”

His questions were not answered.

"I'll take you up and have a look." Without waiting for him to reply, the young king led him up the stairs.

Lorraine looked at the boy beside her.

The light of the glazed sconces embedded in the wall shone from the side, casting a faint shadow on the cold mask of the young man.

He saw the other's curled eyelashes flutter like butterfly wings.

Lorraine squeezed the other's hand.

The boy paused slightly, and looked sideways at him.

Lorraine looked up: "Why don't you ask me, how did you lose the crystal ball?" ”

The young man's voice was low: "I guess it was stolen." ”

Beautiful eyes, with a faint smile.

Lorraine "", "How do you know?" ”

The young man was silent and led him on.

Lorraine had no choice but to follow.

"Your expression tells me."

Walking past a glazed wall lamp, the young man's voice came from the front.

The quiet hallway, only the sound of overlapping footsteps of two people.

and, from time to time, shadows that overlap together.

Reflected on the stairs behind him.

Went up to the fourth floor.

The empty aisles, in the silence of the night, look particularly desolate.

You can see the outside at a glance.

The deep night sky.

This night, the sky turned out to be a little dark.

Isis glanced at it, then silently withdrew his gaze.

"Actually, I came up to learn about your past." Lorraine let out a low voice.

The boy's footsteps paused slightly, but he didn't look back.

He stepped up the stairs on the third floor.

The long eyelashes behind the mask hang down slightly.

The thin lips are gently pursed, forming a cool arc.

He looked sideways through the window between the fourth and fifth floors.

"When you are eighteen years old, a little angel will come to you to participate in the past when you have not had time to participate." In a trance, my mother's words rang in my ears.

The corners of his red lips curled slightly.

"When you are nineteen years old, the little angel will express hazy love for you......"

He sat by the window and listened intently to what his mother said.

She has a pair of beautiful light blue eyes. He asked curiously, "How do you know if that person is a little angel?" ”