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Chapter 280: Pain

"Your hand...... What's wrong? Patrick kept staring at the whip in her hand, her hand dripping with blood down the handle, some on the whip, some down the tail and between her fingers.

"This whip handle is sterling silver." She said lightly.

Patrick's heart flashed with surprise, the silver corroded the flesh and skin of the blood, but she held it so firmly that she didn't tremble at all, as if she didn't know the pain.

"Why?" How can there be a weapon that can damage oneself at the same time as it is lethal to the enemy? It's incredible.

"Why is the whip handle silver?" She shook her head slightly, as if mocking, "At first, I didn't know, I thought it was a way for my father to punish me, and it wasn't until later that I found out that the silver whip in my father's hand was also silver. In the past, I was afraid that I would not be able to hold the whip for pain, and I would be beaten every day, but then I seemed to understand that this whip will become stronger when it absorbs the blood of its master, and the more it hurts, the stronger it will become. ”

Patrick looked at her thoughtfully, hearing her talk about the past for the first time in two months, a faint sadness on her face, and at the same time a certain light in her eyes, he had never seen such a thing in her eyes as he had seen it in two months, and it was always a dead silence and more of a murderous intent and hatred overflowing in battle.

She put away her whip and went into the house, where she saw Dolores awake and huddled in a corner, the blood-red red in Dolores' eyes that had not dissipated for days, and her eyes were full of fear.

She took two blood bags and handed them to her, "Doro, drink some." ”

Dolores looked up at her, grabbed her hand, and it hurt her, "Moro...... I'm so scared...... Brother...... My brothers are dead...... My father also died...... I'm the only one left...... Adler, Adler threw me in prison...... Murrow...... Why is this happening...... What the hell am I doing wrong......"

These words, Dolores was asking whether she was awake or asleep, what did she do wrong to endure this, it was not that she did wrong, every question aggravated her guilt, and even now she would have heart palpitations even when she looked at Dolores.

She did something wrong, and it shouldn't have happened.

Dolores had not slept all day, and every night when she had just closed her eyes and was awakened by nightmares, Moro would get up and comfort her, and Dolores would not be able to speak the whole sentence until today.

She didn't know what to say to comfort, she stared into Dolory's lifeless eyes, and she felt that it would be cruel to say anything at the moment.

"Doti, I know where Barnett is, and when you're a little better, I'll take you to him, okay?"

Dolores curled up in the corner, and Moro sat beside her with his knees crossed and reached out to put his arm around Dolores's shoulder, just as Dolores comforted her when she was scolded to death by her father and instructor at the Military Academy. While she was struggling, Dolores taught her to resist.

Hearing this, Dolores reacted slightly, "Really? Where is Barnett? Is he alive? ”

"It's true, he should be in the secret party." She soothed, her hand gently patting her shoulder.

"Take me to her...... No way...... He can't see me, I'm ...... I'm dirty...... Those men were dirty, they ...... me."

"It's okay, he won't blame you, we're going back to Ales, we're going to Adler for revenge, you have to get well quickly so we can go see Barnett."