Angel's body also fell to the crow's movements.

The strange black mist gradually dissipated, and the light dark and brown curls were scattered on the floor, and Angel's round eyes stared at the indifferent cold moon above her head. Suddenly, the crow grabbed her shoulder.

"You...... Why are you doing this?"

The raven's voice was hoarse, blood soaking through his black clothes. At this time, Ivan suddenly discovered that Angel's scimitar had not stabbed the crow in the heart, but had stabbed under his collarbone near the shoulder, and did not hurt his internal organs, but only bled a lot.

Instead, Angel had a pitch-black dagger standing in her heart.

"It's so pretty...... ......"

Angel spoke.

Ivan's heart sank, he thought he would never hear Angel's voice like a human girl again! Angel's voice had a faint laugh, like a small silver bell drowned in the wind between the steep valleys.

"Original...... Brother Rey...... You...... Really going to ...... for me Suffering...... Brother Rey's painful look...... It's so good-looking...... I'm going to...... I want you to be ...... all the time ...... for me The pain goes down......"

"Angel!"

The raven's heart-rending cry was filled with terrifying despair. Ivan suddenly understood that the crow deliberately waited until Angel shot at him before throwing out the dagger, he was actually ready to die with Angel who lost control, but he didn't expect Angel to let the scimitar in his hand deviate at the last moment!

Does Angel still have a human mind?

"I ...... I'm because of Brother Rey...... It's been painful for a long time...... For a long time...... So...... can't ...... Cheap...... What about you...... You have to ...... Always...... Always...... Always...... Painful ......"

The blood-red pupils gradually dimmed in the girl's trance chuckle, and the crow hugged Angel's body as if she had lost her soul.

When the explosion of the "Redwood House" sounded, the crow was sitting at the counter on the first floor. He didn't drink tonight, and he didn't feel the slightest bit tired. Angel's love is very wrong, the crow can't figure out what she wants, what the hell must Angel do to be satisfied? He admits that he took away Angel's qiē, so he will accept whatever Angel takes from him.

The boss rushed out of the bedroom at the back of the first floor, and the crow immediately stopped him, and then ran up the stairs alone. The light of the fire reflected the narrow staircase in an eerie and distorted light, and the wooden handrails were set on fire, as if the entire second floor was covered in flames gushing out of thin air, as if the fire had become ferocious in the blink of an eye. The raven sensed a strong aura of origin magic piercing through the walls and rushed out of the hotel.

"Angel, where are you?"

The raging tongue of fire laughed and pounced on the crow, his cry drowned out by the crackling of burning wood, and the smoke from the lack of air choked his throat as if it were on fire. Angel was gone, Angel's crutches were gone, and only the crooked figure of the bronze candlestick was in the flames.

Angel probably won't set fire!

She had almost died in the fire, so why did she set it on fire? Did she want the two of them to burn together?

Suddenly.

The crow suddenly noticed that there was a small bottle lying next to the brass candlestick. Even though it was scorched by the fire, the bottle was not damaged in the slightest, and it was clearly not glass.

What is that?

The wool-woven cloak was also set on fire, and the crow simply took off its heavy cloak and whipped the flames at his side. He faintly heard screams coming from outside. He ran towards the wall on that side of the street—the wall was cracked, as if it had been bombed, and the wind pouring in from outside the wall made the fire even more intense. The crow unfolded the black cloak behind him and leaped out of the air from the second floor of the flaming hotel with the magic of the wind.

I inhaled a cold breath hard, and my mind suddenly cleared.

The small bottle next to the candlestick must be a refining crystal!

Well, I'm afraid that the contents are things that contain the magic of the Origin!

No matter how anxious Angel is, she can't run to the kingdom of Aura to seek revenge unprepared, she is no longer the weak princess she was more than two years ago. She has amazing strength, and with an extraordinary pigeon, even the seventh demon Slos dares to take advantage of it, and she also claims to be the mastermind behind the "magic crystal madman" Professor Bestler...... The crow couldn't help but have a very, very terrifying premonition, feeling that the explosive origin magic came from Angel!

It was Angel who rushed out of the hotel through the wall!

The neighbor who woke up to the explosion saw a large black bird flying into the sky. When the crow heard that the so-called big black bird was flying directly in the direction of the "Traveler's House", it was as if a heavy stone was instantly pressing on his chest. What did Angel want? What did she have to take away to be satisfied! Did she not even let go of unrelated people who had stopped her on the spur of the moment?

The black cloak "Wind Wings" was full of magic, and the crow had no heart to think about whether he would be discovered, so he jumped on the roof and hurried to the "Traveler's House" as fast as he could, but he was still too late......

Angel has become a murderous and bloodthirsty monster.

There was no way for him to save Angel back.

"It's cruel......"

For a long time, the crow looked at Angel's still silver face in a daze, and muttered in a low voice, "It's too cruel...... You, why are you so cruel, why don't you kill me!"

"Raven ......"

Ivan didn't know what to say right now. The heart is like a desert covered with ice and snow, empty and empty. The voice of the crow...... So painful, so sad, like a sea of black ice. Whether it is remorse or self-blame, it can't sum up his mood that is darker than the deep sea.

Ivan just felt that he could still understand the crow for a little bit.

The bitter cold water gushes out from the bottom of my heart, shaking those deeply buried painful memories. Four years ago, Ivan didn't do anything but let Wendy run to the battlefield of death alone. He still vividly remembered how unbearable remorse had made him feel in the time since then, and the crow, who had killed Angel with his own hands......

It's really cruel.

Not even the slightest chance to escape, blood-stained hands are like sins that can never be erased, wounds that can never be healed...... This is really more cruel than taking the life of a crow!

But the crow did not shed tears.

The crow kept staring at Angel in his arms with a blank gaze, and blood kept pouring out of his wounds, mixing with Angel's blood into a blistering patch. Angel's stab still has a lot of blood vessels, and if there is more than blood, it won't be long before the crow dies from excessive blood loss.

The crow had no intention of stopping the bleeding for himself.

Is he going to die here like this?

Ivan stood up silently. Perhaps it was because he had just recovered from the fierce battle, and his whole body was covered in cold sweat, and there was a cold stinging sensation sticking to his body. He raised his head and stared at the motionless crow, feeling sad and guilty.

"Crow!" he shouted, obviously not loud, but as if he had spent all his strength, "You, you wait a minute! There is a medicine to stop bleeding in the guest room over there, I'll bring it to you!"