The horrific memories of being almost killed by vampire venom were still vivid, and she was a little stunned.

Unexpectedly and seemingly reasonable, Rosehill's movements were very gentle, occupying her territory inch by inch, entangling her reason, and driving away the breath that he was extremely unhappy with.

Always kissing had taught Sierra to breathe through her nose, and she hummed softly, her soft fingers gripped the edge of the cold washstand, her thin straight calves dangled, and when she heard no movement on the ceiling, she kicked his legs.

I am tired.

With a cry of grievance in his heart, the vampire with half-squinted eyes and burning eyes stopped moving, and gently rubbed between his lips for a while before straightening up.

"I can spare your titular family." Roshill licked her lower lip, her pretty chin slightly raised, with arrogance, "But it won't make them feel better, this is my biggest concession."

As long as she can save their lives, Sierra doesn't care, and nods obediently.

He hugged her back into his arms, walked slowly to the bed in the guest room, and tucked her into the quilt, "Recently, several colonies of Saint Loren have launched a counteroffensive and declared official war against Lilenny."

Her eyes widened suddenly, incredulously.

Why so suddenly? There was no warning at all.

"It's not in the newspaper yet." Ross Hill said nonchalantly; "Sooner or later."

Serra, of course, knew that it would be sooner or later, and she knew that this day would come from the time the king tried to sell drugs.

It's just that the war came suddenly, and the people still knew nothing, and her two laundries still had to feed the mouths of so many workers.

Can you get Olding to bring a letter to Khalida?

She tugged at the sleeve of his shirt, her pale lips pursed in worry.

"I'll get you pen and paper."

Serra was going to remind Khaleda that there was a real fight, and she could leave Lireni on the first boat and run with the money she had in the bank.

But Zachary will definitely follow Losheed, Callida asked for this fish, and there is a high probability that there will be a spark of love, will he still leave?

Serra pondered for a moment, and then focused on the problem of material storage, her laundry was full of black slaves, and if there was a war, there would not be any food for Lilenni, but they would kill them.

She had to ask Khaleda to help prepare food and some self-defense supplies.

After a few pages, the tiredness of her body that had not yet recovered hit her again and again, and Serra held back her tiredness to put the letter in place.

Outside the door, in the darkness, Lossid and Eric, who had finished a fight, walked in one after the other.

As Roshill said, the two men had nothing to do, they had changed into clean clothes, and they looked like human beings.

"I'm going back tonight." Eric walked over to her bedside and leaned over and kissed her forehead, "Will you have a good night with me?"

There were two pairs of eyes staring at him, and Serra touched his face, and then wrote heavily on a new piece of paper, "Don't fight, good night!!" 】

The exclamation mark was drawn big and thick, and the handsome young man learned to pretend to be obedient to the mermaid, and kissed her sideburns apologetically, "No, I was too impulsive just now."

Serra nodded with a look of relief.

Losheed, who stood to the side, quickly understood what it was like to watch someone kiss his girl.

Eric's current learning and application also made him almost unable to hold back.

He resisted his burning jealousy, kept his promise, and turned to leave.

When the castle was calm, Aldin, who had returned from delivering the letter, looked at the missing large wall in the master bedroom and made a note in his notebook speechlessly.

The cold wind in the mountains is howling, and you don't need to open the window to see the whole wilderness outside.

He also had to find a worker who repaired the house, and perhaps they had collapsed the load-bearing columns.

Without the watchful eye of three pairs of eyes, Serra fell asleep comfortably.

Rosehill put on his dressing gown and leaned down on the other side, glanced at her sleeping face, and whispered, "Go find a way to get Josie into the casino, find someone to pay for a gamble, and let her play."

If you can't kill someone, you can only let him use means.

Alding at the door made another note in his notebook, thinking that he would have a lot of work to do tomorrow.

"King Horace called twice today, begging his master to come forward and have him lend him some money."

After living for so long, several key financial routes of the royal family were all controlled by his people, and Horace had always tried his best to win him over or murder him, without exception, for money.

Rosehill's face was lukewarm, his fingers slid over Serra's sturdy nose, his thin lips curled sharply, "Tell everyone that you are not allowed to meddle, and the glory will eventually belong to Sunderland."

Josie's family hadn't seen Serra for a long time, and every time they went to Mawson Manor, they were invited out by the servants in the name of not knowing each other.

Now it's even more difficult to go back to your former home.

Without a comfortable home and accustomed to squandering money, Lizzie, whose wallet is shrinking rapidly, worries about making money every day.

He didn't have any means to find a new way to make a fortune.

He can't get into any industrial development.

The old ideas of the times have completely crushed him, the landlord.

Every day in such a state of life, he finally got Anna Xi's idea to urgently marry her to a wealthy businessman, which is the fastest way to help the family rise.

Sensing that her father had such thoughts, Annahi, who had kept silent about Serra, couldn't help it anymore, and reported where she was by the position given by the system. jj.br>

"Serra was at Rosehill's estate, and during the day flower show, she suddenly felt unwell and was taken away."

Lizzie, who was vaguely remembered, didn't have the slightest image, but being able to know where Serra was was tantamount to giving him a little hope.

"Let's go see how Serra is suddenly living with Mr. Rosehill, and it's not too good for two people to live together without fulfilling their marriage."

Lizzie was in high spirits, and Annahi's face was full of resistance, and there was a hint of horror in her eyes, "I'm not going."

"Why not? You're her sister, and you must." The voice was interrupted.

"What sister?! She and I didn't come out of the same belly, we only met when we were 18 years old, we didn't know each other!" Annahi suddenly became hysterical.

Her appearance made Liqi look inexplicable, and she was also angry, "What are you doing with such malice towards her! Your sister is now the only one who can save us."

"Dad had a fight with her because the manor didn't let us live! You're going to get her back now!? Don't you have dignity!"

As soon as Annahi spoke, Lizzie, who was completely angry, gave her a backhand slap, "Shut up! Is it hard that you want to live here for the rest of your life? Living here can't tell you anything good."

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