"You've got to be graceful in order for people to be disarmed, wait until you have the information, set the traps, and then put the target to death!"

- LeBlanc

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"It would seem rude if I killed you here; So let's take a different approach. ”

Aslan shoved his handkerchief into Samira's hand.

"What's more, it's a pity that such a mature and wonderful body can be easily destroyed, and I want to see the stamen of your rose..."

"It's a little gift from me." Aslan drove the power of his [Ice Vein Drive], and then condensed a black ice seed the size of a fingernail in the palm of his hand, "You wouldn't be naïve enough to think that I would let you go easily, would you?" My kitten! ”

Samira looked at the black ice in Aslan's palm, the small ice cube emitted a huge chill, making the water stains on her body condense, and her eyebrows and eyes were soon stained with a layer of black frost, she wanted to struggle, but her legs and feet were frozen on the ground, and her heart trembled uncontrollably.

"Come, the best way to overcome fear is to face it, don't you want to kill me one day, or have a hearty revenge with me in the gladiatorial arena? Think of your captain! ”

Holding the black ice seed in his left hand, Aslan's warm fingers of his right hand gently stroked the hair on Samira's cheek, wiping away the frost that had congealed from her eyebrows.

His movements and expressions are very gentle, like a treasure carefully caring for the palm of his hand.

Looking up slowly, Samira looked at Aslan.

What greeted her was a smiling face with an extremely gentle expression, eyes with a mesmerizing and sunken blue, and silver hair that made him look warm and elegant.

However, what this man is doing to himself at the moment does not seem to have anything to do with the word elegance.

Samira's instinct told herself that she had to find a way to leave.

However, as the black ice gradually spread through her body, she found that she was completely fixed in place, unable to move at all.

"I'm sorry, you might feel a little uncomfortable at first, but trust me!"

Aslan gently slipped Shamira's armor open, then raised her arm, slowly pressing the Black Ice Seed into her chest under her uneasy gaze.

Lisandro's black ice, in a principle, is also an elemental power, and after carefully recalling the use and characteristics of [Ice Vein Exorcism], Aslan is ready to make a new attempt.

Use your own Black Ice Seeds to create your own Favorers.

Just like the sword of the Ruined King, in a way, like the spells that control others, it may also be a form of energy.

There is a lot that can be developed in Ice Vein Drive.

"Bastard; What exactly do you want to do? ”

After a brief panic, Shamira didn't feel anything unusual, and she quickly regained her composure, "What do you want to do to me?" ”

"Let you be my kitten, didn't I already tell you? The thought of the shame you have when you are unwilling to give in is a very pleasing sight to me. ”

Aslan stretched out his finger and slowly guided the place where the black ice seed was fused into Samira's body, "That must feel very good, too." ”

Calming down from her panic, Samira noticed that she had been torn off the placket, and after a brief moment of calm, she began to struggle.

"Don't move, my little kitten." As soon as he ripped off Shamira's torn armor, Aslan draped his own clothes over her.

At the same time, he was using his hands to channel the power of the frost to spread to Samira's body and limbs.

Although the confinement slowly disappeared, Samira felt that all parts of her body were numb and stiff from the sudden influx of frost elements, and all she could could do was hold on to the hem of her clothes, constantly snorting.

......

"I don't belong to anyone, and neither do you, you damn thing..."

I felt an inexplicable power contained in my whole body, and I recovered from a state of constant chills

She grabbed the hem of her shirt and looked at Aslan with the only eye she had left, her emerald pupils faintly glazed, her cheeks already pale from the power of the frost.

If she had a gun in hand, Shamira would have given Aslan's hateful face a blow if she wanted to raise her hand.

"Savor the changes in your body, my kitten." The smile on Aslan's face faded, and then he lifted Shamira's chin with pity, then removed her blindfold and pressed her finger on her blind eye, "Your eyes are beautiful, it's a pity and a pity that there is only one!" ”

In the process of fusing the Black Ice Seed with Samira, Aslan is also exploring whether there are other supernatural powers in her body to verify his previous conjectures.

However, the black ice fused smoothly without encountering any rejection, and Aslan's previous conjecture was not confirmed, and then he set his eyes on the tattoo on Samira's body.

Perhaps, like the war paints on Sejuani, these tattoos have some specific purpose?

"What the hell have you done to me?"

Her body seemed to merge with the power of the other party, and this power was now filling and rushing all over her body, pulling her into the abyss of no return, even sitting on the ground, Samira began to resist, and after her body regained consciousness, she began to kick Aslan with her feet, and even wanted to bite with her teeth.

However, this small resistance was really powerless compared to her previous state.

Ignoring Gu Samira's struggles, Aslan turned her back to him, so that the tattoos on her back and arms could be seen.

"What do you want to do, you guy?"

Forced to lie there with her back up, Shamira felt Aslan's hands constantly running across her back, her frosty palms caressing her shoulder blades, her arms open, fingers following the unknown pattern on her back.

She noticed that the other person's fingers followed the tattoo on her body, gently pulling the towering buttocks, skimming over the center of the hip line, and then down the leg to the heel.

The other party even tickled the soles of her feet in amusement, which made Samira feel strange!

"You...... What exactly do you want to do? When her body was free again, Samira scrambled to her knees and sat on guard, she looked at Aslan, "What the hell have you done to me?" ”

She began to wonder what Aslan was trying to do...

I can't tease myself or not, what do you do with the tattoos on her body?

Does this guy like my tattoos more than my body?

"Why,?"

With Samira's character, she is now mired in a deep sense of self-doubt.

Even though she hated Aslan very much now and wanted to stab him, she was still very curious.

"Why? My Samira is also a rose in the desert, although there are more thorns, and in Noxus it is a little unsuitable, but is it so unpopular? ”

"It's just a small attempt!"

Aslan looked at Samira with a smile on his face, and he knew that the heart of the woman in front of him had changed.

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