Two hours later, Iron Slag enjoyed his pleasure, put on clean clothes, and returned to the living room refreshed, sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed, drinking tea. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

After another half an hour, Bi Lilan changed into a cheongsam of azure color embroidered with three flying birds in gold wire, her hair was tied in two, and two short knives were pinned to her waist, and she walked out of the bedroom with a dull gaze, and came to the iron slag like a walking corpse.

"Bang ......" I saw her take out a short knife with a blank face and throw it on the coffee table.

"Let's do it." Bi Weilan stared at the iron slag and said in a calm voice.

"Not really, right?" Iron Slag smiled and tried to reach out to pull her to sit down, but she took a step back and avoided his hand.

"Don't eat and don't wipe your mouth, I'll despise you." Bi Weilan said with a cold face.

"Come back with me, what Biqinglan can give you, I can too." Iron Slag persuaded.

Bi Weilan was stunned for a moment, and after a long while, she asked, "What you said ......" Her gaze wandered, looking a little hesitant, "Is it all true?" ”

"I never lie." Iron Slag replied earnestly.

Bi Lilan looked at him and was silent for a long time, and finally sighed lightly and said, "Iron slag, there are many things that you don't understand, and I can't say ......" She looked up at the top of the tent and said faintly, "That's it, kill me, it's all over......"

"Does it have to be like this?" Iron Slag wondered, "Follow me, what's the difference, you are a clone, no family, no care......"

"I have!" Bi Weilan interrupted him and said excitedly, "I have three thousand sisters, they are all my family, I can't betray them!" ”

Seeing that this direction could not be persuaded, Tie Slag immediately changed his strategy, "Actually, there is no deep hatred between me and your family, maybe in the near future, we will have the opportunity to cooperate." You say, don't you? ”

"That's for later, it's none of my business." Bi Shilan shook her head and said.

"We are of the same vein, and we are of the same origin as your spirit snake, so why kill each other?" Iron Slag said sincerely.

"You can't do it!" Bi Lan stared at him and asked in a deep voice.

"No one can push me." Iron Slag said with a flirtatious smile.

"You're so ruthless...... Bi Shilan said bitterly, picking up a short knife from the coffee table and walking to the desk behind her.

"Come back with me, I'll take you to the movies, eat ice cream and popcorn, take you to buy clothes, take you to eat delicious food, accompany you to the playground to play, accompany you for a walk, I'll roast gerbils, even the princess of the temple says it's delicious......" Iron slag followed the temptation, but Bi Weilan slowly walked to the table as if she hadn't heard, and sat down.

"If I were an ordinary girl, I would probably have been moved by your sweet words, but unfortunately, I am not ......" She took a deep breath, "I am a copy of the blue blue, my pursuit, you don't understand, and you can't understand it......"

As she spoke, she suddenly clenched the dagger and thrust it into her abdomen.

"Uh......" blood poured out, staining the cyan cheongsam.

Iron Slag was suddenly taken aback, and hurriedly took out the fire of life in the pendant and rushed forward.

"Don't, don't come here!" Bi Shiran pulled out a second short knife and placed it across her neck. The blade emitted a faint blue glow, pressing a thin line of blood on the snow-white neck.

"Friend, you ......" Iron slag took the serum, neither in nor in retreat. He didn't expect that the other party would be so resolute.

"Iron slag, I hate you......" Bi Lilan said through gritted teeth. Crystal tears welled up and slid silently down her pretty face.

"I'm sorry, I was wrong, I shouldn't have bullied you......" Iron Slag tried to keep his composure and persuaded, "My adoptive father always said that life is precious, don't talk about life and death lightly. ”

"I hate you!" Bi Lan shouted at him, gritting her silver teeth and slashing down with all her might. Unexpectedly, he broke his intestines! The bright red organs flowed out on the spot, which was shocking. Immediately after, the knife in her hand flashed, slitting the carotid artery, and blood immediately spurted out several meters away.

Iron slag squirmed his lips, and he felt his throat dry and unable to speak. Although he has killed many people, this is the first time he has seen such a scene. The girl who had just finished the fun with him was just like this, and she lost her fragrance in front of him. The taste is indescribably bitter.

Bi Weilan is too cruel to herself, if she doesn't have enough medical equipment and professional doctors, no matter how much fire of life she has, she can't save it. Under the current conditions, at best, her spine and brain can be saved. But judging by her performance, she will never be willing to become a transformed person.

Looking at the corpse that was gradually muting, Iron Slag exhaled heavily, stepped forward, and hugged her down. Bi Weilan in her arms was still staring at him with her eyes wide open, looking like she was dead.

"Am I wrong, can't I?" Iron Slag said shamelessly, and Bi Yanlan's eyes closed. Then, Iron Slag placed her body on the couch, opened a bottle of red wine, and drank it glass after glass. There was blood everywhere here, on the floor, on the coffee table, on the sofa, on the cabinet, the scene was extremely bloody.

One of the guards walked in, looked at it, turned pale with fright, and ran away.

At the same time, in the city of Black Wing on the western continent, in the mansion of the side branch of the Black Wing of Modeleton, Quentin Modleton, the fifth heir in line to the family, pushed open the door of the study and walked in.

The floor is spotless, flanked by bookcases tens of meters high and a circular wooden cloister with small wooden ladders scattered among them, giving it the taste of a classical library.

In the middle of the study, there is a large and heavy desk, the rim and legs of which are carved with quaint patterns. It is made from the ridge of the expedition ship "Jewel Queen", which is not only priceless, but also carries the weight of history.

A young man placed his hands on the stage, his eyes were calm and indifferent, and he was meticulous in his clothes and expression.

He had emerald eyes, bright and deep, tepid. His face is soft, yet strong, and handsome. He wears a pure white robe with an iron skull cross on his chest. The sunlight shone in through the floor-to-ceiling windows behind him and sprinkled on his shoulders, as if the whole person was bathed in light, holy and solemn.

Every detail of him is so soft. But for some reason, on the whole, it exudes an invisible coercion, which makes people can't help but bow and worship.

"Good afternoon, dear brother." The young man raised his eyes, smiled at Quentin, and bowed his head in greeting. As he spoke, a light purple glow flashed in his eyes, mysterious and bright, as if he had seen through everything in the world. He is none other than the first heir to the Blackwing family and one of the five "Chosen One" of the Temple, Nordin Modleton.

The Chosen One is a candidate for the Templar Pope. It's just that in this generation, Yugo Lombal's source power is too dazzling, shaking the past and the present, crushing all the Chosen One, so he has earned the title of "Princess of the Temple" to show the difference.

But the Chosen One is still the top existence in the world. Even if you can't ascend to the throne, you can join the House of Elders and become an important presence in the Silver City world.

"Notting, I'll leave tomorrow." Quentin said dryly. For this younger brother, he loved and hated. He loved him because he was his own brother, and hated him because he robbed him of all his rights.

"Good luck, brother." Nordin said.

"Thank you." Quentin nodded, then turned to leave. In front of this younger brother, he was a little ashamed of himself and didn't want to stay too long. But as soon as he turned around, he was stopped.

"Brother, please remember that you are the future head of the Blackwing family, don't put too much thought on women......" Nuoda said slowly.

"You know what!" Quentin turned around and yelled angrily.

"I'm sorry, did you get to your sore spots?" Nordin smiled slightly, spread his hands and said.

"Do your own thing and leave me alone." Quentin said in a deep voice with a dark face.

"Okay, I'll put it another way." Nordin put away his smile and said seriously, "The war on the Aurora Plane is our chance to rise again. "For the past few years, the Chosen One has been suppressed by the Templar Princess, dormant in the shadows, avoiding their edge.

The Chosen One, like the queen bee in a swarm, will kill the others who are still hatching as soon as they crawl out of the hive. In the same way, You Ge will also seize every opportunity to kill the other Chosen One. Now, You Ge has joined the Inquisition for a long retreat. This means that they can come out and act, interfere in the political situation, and fight for interests.

"Hmm......" Quentin pondered.

"I need you, to get more merits, to add a sufficient amount of weight to the balance of the competition for the throne." Nordin said.

"I don't need you to say this, I'll do my best." Quentin said.

"No, I mean, do whatever it takes to be number one." Nordin paused and said, "I will fully support you at all levels." ”

"Thank you." Quentin said lukewarmly.

"Dear brother, You Ge has joined the Inquisition and is no longer under the protection of the family...... "Nordin looked at him and said meaningfully, "when I sit on the papal throne, she will be yours." ”

Quentin was stunned for a moment, then his face was happy, and he walked quickly to the desk, supported the table with both hands, and asked hurriedly, "Yes...... Is there such a possibility? ”

"Of course there is ......," said Nordin, raising his hand and propping his chin on the back of his hand, "As a judge, she naturally cannot resist the order of the presiding judge......" he asked with his white teeth bared, "Is it difficult to create opportunities?" ”

"Great!" Quentin exclaimed excitedly.

However, moments later, when Quentin left the study, Nordin looked at his back and whispered, "Idiot." ”