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Chapter 927: The Deadly Whip

Dylan was torturous enough, he couldn't let go of the deadly whip in one hand, and it would take an hour to see this footwork.

"You don't want to?" Dylan sneered.

"Nope." Alecto quickly shook his head.

"Watch something to distract yourself, otherwise how will you survive an hour?" After Dylan finished speaking, he found the book by himself, poured a glass of blood on the sofa next to him, and almost the whole person fell into it, looking so uncomfortable.

Alector sat on the hard bench, holding the whip in one hand, and struggling to control the pages with the other, feeling that it was so unfair, the stiffness of his ass was nothing compared to the pain in his hands, and then thinking that it would be good that Dylan didn't let himself kneel on the ground, and his mind was on the book again.

As time passes, the pain in the hand does not decrease for half a minute, and even has a tendency to intensify, will it corrode the bones? Will it not grow well? Alecto thought so, and forced herself to concentrate on the movements and footwork written in the old book, and memorized them in her mind little by little, but she felt that there was something wrong with what Moro had said.

Dylan was so comfortable that he slept through it, but an hour had already passed, and he ran towards two hours.

Should I wake him up? What if you wake up Dylan and put her to sleep, and get beaten again? If he looked at himself and said that an hour was too short, Alecto was struggling, and he was about to be in pain, and he couldn't hold on anymore, because it was so painful, and when he couldn't hold the whip in his hand, Dylan woke up.

"Yo, yes, you can still hold it." Dylan taunted her like that, she was used to it.

"That...... Instructor, can I put it down? Alector asked cautiously.

Dylan gave her a funny look and asked, "Isn't it time?" ”

Alector lowered his head, it should have been taken down in an hour just now, and the whip that Alector let go of just now did not fall off, it was embedded in the flesh, and when he tore it off, he brought down a layer of skin and flesh, which was almost corroded to the bone.

Dylan glanced at the white and tender palm, which was a blur of flesh and blood, and thought that this child was quite bearable, so he raised his hand and took the silver whip handle directly from her hand without putting a handkerchief.

She hummed in pain again, not knowing when she couldn't bear the pain anymore.

Ethan walked in at this time, pulled Alector over, and yelled at Dylan, "What are you doing? I can't see you hitting her like this for a while? Why are you so inhuman? This is the holiday, why do you beat the child so much during the holiday? Look at how hard it hits. ”

Dylan was stunned by Ethan's scolding, and it took him a long time to react that Ethan was yelling at him like a calf? It's been decades since this scene, and it's easy to pull myself back from the past, and sneer, "Who hit her?" She wants to practice whipping herself, why are you scolding me? Who is inhuman? Who is inhuman? Am I not good to her? ”

Good? The corners of Alecto's mouth twitched, so what if Dylan was not good for someone?

Dylan was so angry that Ethan couldn't speak, and Ethan realized that a silver whip had fallen from the ground.

"My fault, my fault, I wronged you, let's go, let's go, this hand is like this, I'll give you some medicine." Ethan pulled Alexto and walked out.

"You! Ethan! Dylan was blocked and couldn't speak, and then he got angry again, and he felt like he was being bullied, or he was bullied on his own turf, and it was difficult to be a good person.

Ethan pulled Alecto into her suite, went under the bookshelf and took another stool, stepped on it, and then took down a few bottles of wound medicine, and said to himself, "This kid is really hiding here." ”

"Or is Moro hiding?" Alector heard this muttering and couldn't help but ask.

"Yes, otherwise who else can hide the medicine baby's on the cabinet, such a clumsy way of hiding things." Ethan complained as he carefully took down the pills bottle by bottle.

"How many years has this been going on, can this still work?" Alector was originally muttering in his heart, but he said it.

"Alas, you don't understand, this is a medicinal wine that will not expire, you can still drink it, don't underestimate this medicine, this is the most precious thing in Molo's past, every bottle of this medicine is made by Lord Eliade himself, every bottle has the blood of Lord Eliade, if you drink it, it can increase blood power, and the wound on your hand will heal quickly." Ethan carefully took the bottles, took a little water, and dipped a cotton swab in a little bit to treat the wound.

Ethan skillfully opened the medicine bottle and poured the red medicinal wine into Alexto's hand, Alextor hissed and almost screamed, it was too painful, the pain just now was numb, and now she almost bit off her tongue when the medicinal wine stimulated the pain, and the thought of suffering from this pain every day was too sinful.

Thinking about how that woman lived, she suddenly felt a little better, and she could do what she could.

"Bear with me, it'll be fine for a while." Ethan stared at the wound, with a trace of bitterness and a little nostalgia in his heart, the former Moro has grown up, but the Alecto in front of him makes him feel that time has not passed, even Eliad is still in the palace of Ales, is he still thinking about his Moro?

Alector saw that the wound was healing little by little, but he didn't care, "It's so magical, it's similar to the medicine Stella gave me." ”

Ethan came back to his senses, still with a familiar chuckle, "Silly boy, do you think Stella's medicine is just ordinary medicine?" Stella's medicine was also made by Moro with his own blood, and of course it worked well. ”

Alector looked down at the scar on his palm that was slowly healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, that woman was really good to Stella, the most precious thing in the blood clan is her own blood, which represents strength, although the power of this blood can be obtained again, but the power lost in the blood is not proportional to the power absorbed, no one wants to give others their own blood if they are not beloved.

It's all mothers, why can Moro be so good to Stella? Adler hates himself so much?

She never asked Adler to take care of herself as Moro did to Stella, even if it was just a look that was not so disgusting, even if it was just a little care, she felt that it was enough, but unfortunately she should be delusional.

Eighteen years, never, not once. It seems that for Morro, he is Adler's greater enemy, and he is a tool for her to vent her hatred for Morro, but Alector didn't figure it out once, why did Adler hate her so much?