644 Countess (forty-five)
"Now, I'm your savior, right?"
Su Kui was still asleep and didn't hear his words.
Cain snorted lowly, and didn't need her answer, he raised his eyebrows and said, "If you don't answer, I'll just let you agree, and in the future, you will be my belonging!" β
He took out a simple anklet with an old bronze color from his pocket, opened the hem of her skirt, and tied it directly to her white and transparent ankles.
Slowly waking up, Villard happened to see the scene in front of him, his eyes were cracking, and he roared with all his might, "Damn, what are you doing to her!" β
Cain didn't react, continued his movements, snapped his fingers with a smile after tying them up, and squatted on the ground to admire them for a while before slowly getting up and walking towards Villard.
He stood beside Verard, clasped his arms in his hands, stared condescendingly into his hateful eyes, and chuckled, "Congratulations, you finally got what you wanted," he smiled more and more happily when he saw Villard's fierce eyes, "Our deal, although the process is not very good, but the ending, I am very satisfied." β
Villard gritted his teeth, word by word, and asked, "What exactly do you want to do!" What you just tied to Lady Helena's ankle! Also," he got up from the ground with difficulty, and looked at the hall lying on the ground, fainting fainting, seriously injured, "all of this, you arranged?" β
Cain raised his eyebrows, squinted at a few dead dog-like spirit hunters on the ground, and sneered, "I don't care to use such a low-level method, but you," he squatted down idly, his wrist on his knee, "If you had chosen to leave with Lucia that night, maybe nothing would have happened, women's jealousyβ"
He looked back at Helena, who was still asleep, shook his head helplessly, and muttered in a low voice, "It is indeed a jealous woman, it seems that I will be optimistic about you in the future." β
He got up, his long legs passed over Villard, and he was about to walk towards Lucia, his ankles tightened, he looked back nonchalantly, and raised his eyebrows, "Huh? β
Villard pursed her lips and trembled her fingers, "You haven't told me what you tied to her ankles!" β
"Chains." Cain's reply was light, and with a slight effort, he broke free from his grip.
The three words smashed on Verard's heavenly spirit cover like a heavy hammer, like a thunderclap, the back of his hand slammed weakly on the ground, and it took a while to come back to his senses, and he was angry, "What do you think of her!" Bundle of magic chains, you damn it, you actually dare to use the bundle of magic chains on her!! Do you want to keep her a pet?!! β
The cold light mixed with the sound of breaking wind came, and the black gold ancient knife as thin as a cicada's wings instantly hit his face, Verard's pupils constricted, and his throat rose and fell.
Cain's disdainful lips were hooked, sarcasm crossed his unfathomable dark eyes, and the long knife was gently pulled into the scabbard.
"Everything is your own vanity, and the deal you promised yourself cannot be reversed."
He walked back, patted Villard's sweat-stained cheek with his big palm, and smiled evilly, "Even if I really take her back as a pet, what can you do?" Ah, this chain of magic is something I wasted a lot of effort to find, and I used it on her, you see, isn't it beautiful? β
He asked, pointing to the chain that seemed to be alive, and had just been tied to her ankle, and had clinged to it.
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