Wendy looked at the "contract" on the table, her ears were the slight snoring of her roommate, and the morning light shone on the desk through the window, just like the winter morning when she woke up at her mother's grave more than ten years ago, cold, lonely, and only accompanied by dust.

Similar mornings, similar events, two different people, showed her similar options.

"If you've watched "The Gate of the Stone of Destiny", there should be a lot of resonance." Qin Li's tone became more relaxed and brighter, and there was a smile on his face, and after saying this, he sent Wendy back to the dormitory, her ears seemed to have the aftermath of Qin Li's words, and she was holding the parchment in her hand.

Let her choose for herself.

To do this, she could at least be sure that the Qin family siblings didn't want to harm her to get close to her, Qin Li had always done things simply, so she directly put the option in front of her.

Or, just superficially? Has he already seen through her essence?

Regarding whether the Qin family siblings were the "behind-the-scenes" of the organization that killed their father, Wendy didn't particularly care.

She had seen Alexander Bunin's record, and there was no way to directly launch the mastermind behind it, and besides, there was more than one source for such a technology to be auctioned.

More importantly, what she cares more about is everything she has.

On that winter day more than a decade ago, after waking up and seeing a bookmark with "Orleans" written on it, she chose to leave her name and put it on a surname that symbolizes power and power.

She chose the opposite path to Victor, one full of selfish desires and perhaps bloody.

Such an essence has been buried in Wendy's heart for a long time, and because of her father's generosity and love, it has not been able to sprout.

Changes in the family are the decisive factors for its emergence.

A child, alone, able to survive under the nose of a stepmother who always wanted to kill her, Wendy Vivarelle, not by the forbearance and concession of Elizabeth, but by the desire buried in the bottom of her heart, the desire to stand on the top and look down on others.

Wendy once looked up to her father, it was a soft family affection, and Victor's education to her was kind and reasonable, full of human brilliance.

When she unfortunately can only look up to her stepmother, the warmth left to her by Victor is shattered under the heavy blow of reality, and her own ambition and ruthlessness come to the fore to fight against the indifference of the outside world and the various methods of her stepmother.

And she also knows very well that Julie does not dare to make a big move against her for the sake of her reputation in society, only isolation and exclusion, not to be afraid, Elizabeth really underestimates her courage.

Teenage Wendy, who silently endures Julie's cynicism on weekdays, gives her and her daughter a cold glance when she occasionally really crosses the line.

Perhaps because she knew that she couldn't change anything, Julie's targeting could only intensify her verbal attacks, but she was constantly observing Wendy's expression and fearing that kind of look.

She doesn't care much about the Vivarel family, except for the role that this family can play when she enters the dark world, she doesn't care, even the "hard work" left by her father - technology, partners, wealth, too.

Wendy will only care about what she has. She took one last look at the piece of paper, the "contract" written in refined metal and dark blood, painted with strange words, a "contract" in the true sense of alchemy.

Marseille, France.

"Is this the characterization of the boundary of the blood?" Elizabeth sat on the couch and looked intently at the bookmark in Qin Luo's hand.

The girl's appearance, for more than ten years, is still the same as when I first saw it, she still has black hair, a pair of soft eyes, and the look in her eyes is still mysterious and naughty.

Qin Luo took the "original agreement" written by Wendy, the cause of the contract, the old bookmark, and watched the piece of paper slowly soaked in blood, and then slowly dispersed, changed back to its original appearance, and put it back in his pocket with confidence.

More than ten years ago, at the Père Lachaise cemetery, Qin Luo planted the seeds of desire with his own hands.

"It's not qualitative," Qin Luo walked up to Elizabeth and poured her a cup of hot water, "Even if the summoning of the bloodline can enhance the sense of identity, this is still the choice of the door." ”

Elizabeth smiled, "This desire to live and stand taller is like my sister." ”

Qin Luo chuckled, "I thought you were going to say that Fan Zhuo was all qualitative, it turned out that your previous reluctance was all pretended." ”

Elizabeth snorted, smiled slightly, and lowered her head to drink the hot water. The toxins of the year devastated her body, and after barely giving birth to Chris, she was always lingering on the sickbed, pale and weak, but the spirit in her eyes was undiminished.

"Fanzhuo, the family that survived because of you, if it weren't for you, Lois, we would have died in the prison where the 'aliens' were exiled in Kassel."

After not mentioning the past for a long time, Qin Luo was also interested, and touched the cup in his hand with emotion, "I didn't expect that when I saw it at that time, it would be involved until now." ”

Many years ago, when Qin Li had not yet woken up, Qin Luo, as the head of the family, tested the secret party of Kassel for the first time.

She uses her years of intelligence to discover a mysterious new character in the dark world.

"There is no code name, men and women don't know, and the power is unknown, but they actually showed their heads in a short period of time."

In 1900, Qin Luo looked at the letter in his hand and muttered to himself, this "unknown" style of acting is very strange, it is just some ordinary activities, but it can always be publicized by everyone, which is completely different from the low-key of the Auguste family.

Qin Luo threw away the first letter that was written full, and looked at the second letter that was written more densely, and suddenly her eyes lit up, and she looked a few more times between a certain two lines.

"The head of the family, recently there is an inexplicable academic activity in some places, excavating dragon bones in the Arctic Ocean, and looking for a channel to change hands in Kassel.

Mary pleaded with the head of the house to be careful. ”

Digging up something in the Arctic Ocean...... Qin Luo thought about it, although there was also a territory that might be another, she also had a lot of things there.

It's really not okay to go on Christmas alone, Qin Luo put the letter paper into the fireplace and stirred it twice with iron tongs, Kassel? The secret party has become so famous recently, isn't it to maintain a sense of mystery, and it seems that it has kept up with the changes of the times.

So, Qin Luo set foot on the road to Kassel and confirmed who the so-called "bones" were.

On the silent and unmanned ship, the tightly wrapped crew machinery remained very unnaturally quiet, Qin Luo looked at them carefully for a few seconds, with the degree of her understanding of Deadpool, this ship was ...... Monsters.

To be able to manipulate Deadpool and give them some mobility, she must pay more attention to this mysterious force.

Qin Luo floated above the sea, her huge bone wings ensured that she would not lose her direction in the storm, she did not approach the boat, but kept a safe distance.

As for the things inside, it was still too dangerous to approach rashly, Qin Luo lit the golden pupil, tightened the hood on his head, and activated the spirit of speech.

Eyes of Lig.

The name derives from Heimdall's ability in Norse mythology to magnify or even see through the structure of objects at a certain distance, which is an ancient spirit that has not yet appeared on the periodic table of speech spirits.

Seeing the "goods" clearly, Qin Luo's eyes sank slightly, and after thinking about it again, he still got on the boat, and under the cover of the "dark light" and the sound of the rainstorm, he managed to get close to the coffin from China.

She leaned down slightly, stretched out a hand, and covered it very gently, but the expression on her face was far less soft than the strength of her hand, but it was endlessly cold.

"Foggy Moon, Foggy Moon, I really didn't expect it." She said softly, her golden eyes overflowing with banter.

Li Yuanhao's younger brother? Western Xia boys? Hoodoo? This information was nothing in Qin Luo's eyes.

The boy was to her, and to her only brother, a dragon from thousands of years ago.

In the history that can be written, there are few traces of the sky and the wind, and the unreliable rumor is that the sky and the wind participated in the rebellion of the White King, and were exterminated by the king of the earth and the mountain, and the bronze and the fire.

In order to perform a seamless escape, Qin Luo pretended to send Qin Li to death, and he mixed into the world of half-breeds by virtue of his years of foreshadowing in human society.

After the rebellion, the sky and the wind lost their original masters, leaving only a pair of sub-brothers who came out of nowhere, and the black king was helpless, paying attention to their temporary replacement of the throne.

Of course she knew about the two brothers, didn't Qin Luo make them just to come in handy in the future.

The last time she was guaranteed to fake her death in front of the Black King, this time, it depends on the people who want to use him, what kind of calculations they have.

"After so many years of separation from my brother, you are still alive, and you can't die with him, it's really pitiful." Qin Luo sat on the coffin and seriously recalled the matter about Li Yuanhao.

Finally, seeing that the ship was about to dock, she could sense the stench of the half-bloods waiting on the dock from a distance-Qin Luo had always hated the smell of half-bloods—she suddenly rolled her eyes, smiled evilly, and gave an "order" to the coffin.

"You won't remember what I said, just as you won't remember who created you. If you want to see your brother, go and sabotage, Li Wuyue. ”

When the ship docked, Deadpool stepped forward to hand over to Kassel's people, and when Kassel's people walked away with the "goods", Deadpool on the ship silently followed.

Qin Luo sat on the empty boat and quietly listened to the movements in the direction of the Kassel Manor all night.

That group of Deadpools is not simple, and Li Wuyue also obediently caused huge damage, which is enough to hurt this dragon-slaying organization.

Despite this, the cloak girl leaned against the railing, her eyes flashing with rare horror, and she could feel that in the center of the turmoil, after Li Wuyue's aura had disappeared, a familiar, extremely disgusting aura stood out even more.

Nighold ...... Is it?