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Chapter 279 cannot be concealed

Patrick took out the dagger he was most familiar with and stabbed her in the face, her body barely moved, the long whip brushed the spine of the dagger, and Patrick felt the domineering of her whip in a moment.

Patrick's shot was not slow, even very fast among the Bloodline, dodging a few flying whips, Morrow just dodged back and then whipped around Patrick's body, and finally the whip tail swept to his dagger, Patrick's hand let go of the dagger and the dagger fell in response.

Patrick's reflexes were of course extremely fast, with one kick back, kicking the dagger on the ground with the other and holding it in his hand, while dodging Morrow's whip of murderous intent.

The whip in her hand was like a silver water snake, flying in the air, as if it was one with her whole person. He almost stunned and forgot to attack, which was completely different from the way she fought before. Stunned kung fu back-gripping the whip against his heart, you can feel her strength through her clothes, if the whip tail sweeps to the chest, it will definitely hook his heart, a nirvana.

Moro put away his whip and rolled it up and held it in his hand, "Your Excellency has lost. Her voice became low and hoarse, completely different from the good voice she had before, and it was a pity to hear.

"Your voice is really ugly now." He said unceremoniously.

"Really? I love it. As if she didn't care, Patrick felt as if she didn't care about anything.

"There aren't many people I want to hear your voice, so why would you ruin yourself for the slightest risk."

She looked at the sky, even though Mister's sky was gray, and the mask chuckled, "Moro Ales is dead, and I don't think the demons will forgive me for the sins I have committed, so the one who is going to return to Ales City again will no longer live as Moro Ales." ”

Patrick stared at the bleeding blood of the hand she held the silver whip, but her hand did not tremble in the slightest from holding a silver whip that could corrode flesh, her slender fingers clutching the handle until her joints turned blue.

He remembered the report, she had been laughing when she was tortured, and she said she had no regrets.

There was a slight throbbing pain in the heart.

He was really curious, what kind of woman was she? It's like she's full of courage, as if nothing is worth her to be afraid of, is this really a woman?

He stared at her mask and spoke, "Some things can never be hidden, you cut your hair and dye it black, you changed your voice, you even changed your moves and fighting styles, you put a mask on your face, you trimmed your nails to change the smell of your body, do you think that this can change the fact of who you really are?" Patrick's words pierced, and seeing that he didn't react, continued, "You cover your birthmark with your clothes, but you can't cut it off with a knife, because it will grow anew, and it will always be there all the time without reminding you of your identity." He thought that she would cover up her identity for fear of being hunted down and used, but he didn't expect that she didn't even want to survive as Morro Ales in the future.

What exactly did this identity bring to her that made her so resistant.

It was as if a sigh came out of her mouth, "Maybe you're right, at least I'm still a sinner in the Demon Party, and I don't want to discredit Ales." ”

Her originally crisp and beautiful voice became low and hoarse at the moment, with her cold mask, rejecting the indifference of thousands of miles away.