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Chapter 273: Comfort

- I'll take care of finding what you've lost.

- I just haven't found you now, so you'll be waiting for me somewhere.

- So what belongs to you, I must find it back for you.

Mo Luo felt flustered when she saw him, although she had tried her best to restrain herself, she could say from his mouth that she would divide the demon party and eat the demon party, even if she didn't believe it anymore, it was still the best way, to be the lord of the blood world, the leader of the entire Nord continent.

She was in a hurry to go back to the slum as if she was fleeing, she couldn't tell how she felt now, she obviously believed in him very much, but in the troubled times, all beliefs would become dangerous, she could only rely on herself, she didn't expect more, she just wanted to keep Ales, keep the demon party and that's it, but even these are already extravagant hopes.

There was also Dolores in the ghetto, so after Lorenzo and Orlando left, they went back to the ghetto, even forgetting to take Patrick back to the ghetto with him.

The woman with her disheveled hair hid in a corner of the plank bed, trembling and screaming, not allowing anyone to approach. Moro ripped off his hood and mask, rushed to Dolores, hugged her, and "Doti...... It's me, I'm Morrow, don't be afraid...... It's okay, it's safe, no one can hurt you. ”

Sida looked at Moro with a look of incredulity and hugged a crazy woman with dirty and smelly hair and knotted hair.

Moro held Dolores' blood-stained face as if he didn't dislike it, and it hurt so much that no one hurt her more than her.

Dolores screamed like a knife to her heart, and she realized how stupid she was to think that she could solve everything when she died, but the rest of the pain had to be borne by the people she loved most.

Whether it's Eliad or Ethan or Dolores, or the people in Ales City, she is responsible for all the suffering of the remnants of Ales.

How she forgives herself for the wrongs she has made.

And it's all because of Roland, because of Adler, because of those love-hate madness that never stops.

Unforgivable.

Can't let go.

How to forgive?

How to let go?

Her eyes were covered with a layer of blood mist that could not dissipate for a long time.

She slept on the half-worn sofa, curled up in a ball, like a cat afraid of the cold in winter, her long and curly eyelashes cast dense shadows under her eyelids and still trembled gently, her white and almost transparent skin looked extremely delicate and delicate, like a fine white porcelain with a cold light, she looked so quiet when she fell asleep, and the ruthlessness of killing was a decisive blow to kill no one, just like an incomparably beautiful girl who did not go through the world. Her lips pursed into an arc, faintly revealing a fangs belonging to the blood clan, white and sharp.

When Patrick came in, he happened to see her fall into a deep sleep after being tired from taking care of Dolores all night, she naturally hung down from the narrow couch, revealing her thin white wrist, there was a cross on her wrist, which was the symbol of the blood-giving ceremony, her head leaned forward, revealing a slender neck in the messy hair, on which a red and black birthmark loomed, the original bewitching flower appeared on her body at this moment, and it also looked extremely gentle at this moment, the tattoo echoed the red gem on her neck, Proving her unquestionable identity - the heir of the former Ales, Prince Tsmissi of the Demon Party, Morro Ales.