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Chapter 316: Angry

The woman's gentle and touching breath was so vague above her head that she could even hear the woman moaning and trembling.

She couldn't hold the cup anymore, the blood in the cup couldn't stop shaking, she wanted to pull off the mask and tell him that she was still alive, why torture her so much? What happens after you pull off your mask? He coldly told her that he had known who she was for a long time, and that everything he had done was just intentional torture.

At this moment, she realized that no matter who she was, she was an out-and-out liar, she had no position or identity to accuse Lorenzo of everything he had done, and he had no obligation to defend himself for him. He is the leader of the secret party, and there are thousands of women who can be pampered, even if she was once the prince of Tsmisi, the heir of the demon party, she is only one of his thousands of mistresses.

She thinks highly of herself.

Enough to cool the heart.

She saw a few buttons of her shirt fall on it and make a few cheerful jumps, tears blurring her eyes.

The woman sat on Lorenzo's lap with her legs apart, and gently unbuttoned his shirt with her slender fingers, revealing a delicate collarbone line, which was mouth-watering, but unfortunately Lorenzo only stared at the figure kneeling on the floor on one side, and couldn't stop trembling his hands, suddenly his pupils contracted suddenly, and he saw that among the woman's pure black short hair, there was a golden-brown hair that was slightly curled and particularly dazzling.

Lorenzo looked at it seriously, and even felt that he was dazzled, and the warm golden brown was particularly familiar.

But in this gap, the woman kneeling on Lorenzo's lap pulled out a delicate silver dagger from a high coiled hair, and the long hair with a gentle aura formed a huge contrast with the cold short and sharp dagger, and the hair fell and slightly obscured Lorenzo's gaze. The silver light flashed, the woman's body was higher than Lorenzo's head, and he stared at the woman kneeling on the ground, her arms trembling uncontrollably, and the barely visible water dripping from under the mask fell to the floor with a clatter, what was that? Tears? Why does she cry? At this moment Lorenzo let down all his vigilance.

The woman wrapped one hand around the back of Lorenzo's neck, her chin rubbing against the top of his head, and the other hand already raised high.

The silver light on the floor flashed, it was a silver light that she was familiar with.

Scarlett's silver dagger quickly stabbed into her skin, blood spurting out of her neck but not Lorenzo's neck artery.

It was the back of the woman with the silver mask, almost piercing into the back of the heart.

Unfortunately, the dagger wrapped in his long hair was very short, and it was only used to cut arteries, not to pierce the heart, and Mo Luo did not draw the knife at all, and jumped up with his backhand. The next second, the woman in the mask used the shackles of the silver handcuffs to strangle Scarlett's throat in a circle, and the force was amazing, dragging her off Lorenzo, and the two women tore to the ground.

Lorenzo sat there staring at the woman who didn't want to die, as if he was crazy, and felt that the desperate effort and such fast movements were very similar to her.

Scarlett tried to resist the elbow and kept hitting the woman's body, and her waist was constantly breaking free from the woman's shackles seemed to be delusional, and the woman went crazy as if she was venting, and the shackles of the handcuffs almost broke her neck, but she was not dead.

After a few more seconds, Lorenzo struck out and flew out a dagger with a speed that was invisible to the naked eye, piercing Scarlett's heart.