It was the temptation of demonic words that led me into the abyss!

- Samira

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As an unformed ADC, when Aslan called the sheep out, there was no suspense about the outcome of the battle.

In the smashed and shattered carriage, Aslan pressed Shamira's hands hard, and pressed her whole body against the frame, her sword stuck in the ground in the distance, and the large pistol specially made by Zuan Technology in her hand was not known where it was thrown.

But she was still struggling, like a leopard that could not be tamed.

Placing the badge on the carriage in front of Samira, Aslan pressed her, "I have given you a lot of opportunities along the way, you seem to be only focused on the task itself, and you have not even noticed the badge hanging on the carriage once, it is above your head." ”

The coldness invaded her brain, and Samira paused.

To be honest, she really didn't see it, but she just looked at the description on the intelligence and knew that Aslan would appear where she should appear, and it was late in the evening, so she really didn't pay attention.

Moreover, Aslan's kid was very cooperative with her at the beginning, so that she didn't pay much attention to the misjudgment.

"You're such a general... No; The boy of the Baroness's house? ”

Shamira's tone was still a little unconvinced, because of Dali's relationship, she also knew some information about the bloody baroness Lestana, and besides, in Noxus, she didn't know about Du Kekao.

But Samira still hesitated,

Aslan's face doesn't look like Duke Kao or any Mrs. Lestana.

It's not a family, is it?

She thought.

"Do you want me to take you to the Baroness to verify it personally?" Aslan leaned close to Shamira, "Before that, I think you can tell me something valuable, such as who gave you the task and whose commission you accepted. ”

Aslan said two things!

Samira was leaned over the frame of the carriage in a very indecent position, her hips raised high, in a very interesting pose.

"Or do you think you have a chance to report back to your captain? Or take her out of Noxus? ”

Seeing that she didn't speak, Aslan leaned closer again, leaned into Samira's ear, and gently blew her earlobe.

The warm breath in her ears made Samira shudder, and she felt like someone was scratching her palm with a feather.

It's tickling all over my body.

However, what Aslan said suddenly made her fall into an ice cave!

This man knew her intel, not only who she was, but also the intel of her captain, Captain Indali.

She felt like she and the captain were caught in a trap.

Yes, the trap, feeling the temperature of Aslan's body, remembering the bad taste of those damned nobles.

"Hurry up if you want to do something, I'll do it all... Bitten by a dog, hurry up, I'm in a hurry! ”

Stopping her trembling body, Samira turned her head, like an angry cat, and said hatefully, "You expected me to attack you? ”

Yes, this man must have expected it a long time ago, otherwise he wouldn't have been so calm at the beginning, and he was very cooperative in acting with him, which was really an extremely bad taste.

"At first I didn't expect to be attacked, but when I saw you, I thought about a lot of things."

After a few seconds of silence, Samira stopped struggling.

She was now pretty sure that she had fallen into a trap, and that she might have killed her captain along the way.

Although she seemed a little nervous at first, Aslan didn't kill her in the first place, and she completely calmed down.

It seemed that the more dangerous the place, the more active her mind became.

"Spare my captain!" Shamira said to Aslan, "She doesn't know anything! ”

"Then it depends on your sincerity, and how much you can tell me, my dear little wildcat."

Aslan took Sami into his arms, his chin buried in her shoulder socket, and the words that made her fall into some kind of tangled emotions.

When she was emotional, Aslan noticed that her remaining eyes began to change, no longer the round pupils of humans, but into the turquoise pupils of cats, which looked like a cat, with chestnut hair tied into large braids and gold ornaments hanging on them, her lips were thin, and her turquoise pupils also had a strange and bewitching feeling like a poisonous snake.

Sure enough, this woman can go in and out of all kinds of dangerous places unharmed, obviously with extraordinary strength in her body, Aslan is sure of the idea in his heart.

"I'm not your kitten!"

Samira's tone was a little resentful, but she wondered what this damned boy of the baroness wanted from her.

Or did he already know his own information, and even her captain's information was clear, what the hell was he going to do?

Perhaps, the bounty released may have been directed and acted by him, and he happened to be the prey that fell into the trap.

Clever hunters, often in the form of prey, she Samira planted today.

"No, you are, you're my little wildcat!"

Aslan's brow furrowed slightly, his tone pretending to be dissatisfied, and his fingers rubbed Shamira's forehead and the bridge of her nose and slid down.

The smell of the escaping frost sent a chill down to Sami, who felt as if the other person was poking their fingers into her body at any moment, freezing her and turning her into pieces.

Fingers up again, Aslan's hand resting on Samira's face, caressing the smooth, warm skin, rubbing the soft texture of the skin that was characteristic of Shurima Shamin.

"If you don't want to tell me, your comrades, your captain, will probably pay the price for you, is that okay, my kitten?"

"Think about it, a captain who is paralyzed in a wheelchair, but because of his reckless subordinates, he has suffered an unjustified disaster, and even affected those comrades, will you feel uneasy in conscience?"

Samira subconsciously raised her hand and grabbed the fingers that flicked her face, her gaze on Aslan's face.

At this moment, this man with an elegant face was saying cruel and ruthless words, peeling open her wounds bloodily, and slashing them fiercely with a sharp blade, one after another.

Obviously, the tone of the other party's voice and the smile on his face were full of elegance, but Shamira was frightened.

She was afraid that would happen.

Moreover, the other party really did it.

Aslan stroked Samira's hand carefully, then put her hand on his face and smiled.

"Do you want to watch your captain step into the abyss like you?"

He felt Samira's fingers tighten and tighten, and Aslan's fingers gradually rested on her waist again.

"Come, tell me, who told you to assassinate me? My dear kitten?! ”

Aslan's fingers pressed close to Samira's lips, and his other hand reached for her belt, beginning to search.

Shamira couldn't move at all, she found her legs held in place by ice, and the other seemed to easily understand her cravings and physical weaknesses.

This is a man with experience who is very hateful and yet wicked and cruel.

She defined Aslan in her mind.

Looking at Aslan with very complicated eyes, unable to bear the humiliation after the failure of the mission, the inexplicable explosion of self-esteem and imbalance, Samira shamefully found that she still had a little bit of unspeakable happiness and anticipation.

"It is said; Your captain has been paralyzed in a wheelchair for a few years, and did you want her to stand up? My kitten! ”

Aslan watched the crystal droplets on his fingers solidify by the frost, which also made Samira see it, and his tone was very seductive, "You know, she is a good person, just like the drops of water on my fingertips are crystal clear, and good people always make people have beautiful memories." ”

"Her legs, can they really be recovered?"

At this time, Shamira had no time to care about Aslan's affectionate address to her, she stiffened her body, held his hand tightly, and her tone was extremely serious, "I want you to swear!" Blood Oath! ”

"You don't seem to be qualified to talk to me about conditions!" Aslan looked at Samira, "Look, you don't even want to be my kitten, oh no, it's supposed to be a little wildcat!" ”

"You scumbag, damn it, you're a demon, I don't belong to anyone!"

Samira's graceful and mature body softened.

"Thank you for the compliment, I never mind letting my means be mean, if necessary, but for now; It's time for you to show your sincerity! ”

"Say it." Aslan took out a handkerchief, the power of the frost moistened it, and he carefully wiped the tears on Samira's face, "If the master lets his kitten cry, this is the deepest sin!" ”