Without saying a word, he quickened the pace of his legs, holding the red wine in one hand and dragging Carlo through the corridor with the other, and a few broken windows let the cold winter wind howl in, like layers of obstacles blowing head-on on Renard's body.

"Lord Renard, don't do that...... Let me go! ”

Hearing the sound of the fabric cracking, Carlo's clothes were torn open, and he tried to break free while Renard's hand was slipping, but he didn't expect that Renard was faster, and he was grabbed two steps behind him.

This time, Renard directly reached out and pulled Carlo's hair, and with a slight force, his scalp hurt.

In the midst of repeated wails, Carlo only ......

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