She breathed rapidly, her tone was crazy, and the fingers that scratched her face vigorously cut the flesh of those "fish scales", tearing off the immature skin of the girl.

The blood on her face mixed with the blood of the Puritans, approaching in such a terrifying manner that Caesar had to follow her instincts and retreat.

"So what the hell am I supposed to do?" Caesar's patience was also worn out little by little, and he asked a question one last time.

Until his body had retreated to the wall, there was no room for him, and the marquise still seemed to be dissatisfied, and her body, which was still shorter than the boy, suddenly crashed into her.

Not afraid of Caesar's sword and cane at this time, his hands lay on the boy's shoulders, leaving her poor......

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