Ilona's mood was far more desperate than death.

He doesn't look like a "crow" as a witcher, and is not a personal guard of an earl, unable to perform even the duties of a basic warrior. The silver hair fluttered incessantly, revealing the desolation of the heart, and the moist eye sockets let the dried blood flow again, and then a crystal tear slipped quietly away from the defiled track.

It was as if the wounds of her heart were tearing apart her not strong heart little by little.

His lips trembled, his breathing became rapid and confused, and he couldn't control his faint hoarse scream, and he tried to suppress his instincts for fear of affecting Caesar......

"On the Throne" Chapter 142 Cesare! I am hitting it in my hand, please wait a moment,

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