Chapter 8 Hurt by Him but Still Attached

Fearlessly, I met Rio Rad's eyes, and the corners of my mouth slowly raised a cold smile, "Do it." ”

Although I haven't lived enough, it's better to die here, at the hands of Larard, than to die in the hands of Lerard in the future, and to die in vain!

Richard's eyes narrowed slightly, looking at me coldly, slowly raised his feet to the side of the bed, and lifted my chin with his cold hand, "Don't think that I spoil you now, you can do whatever you want, four hundred years ago I still had the patience to deal with you, now ......"

Riillard paused, the smile on the corner of his mouth became very evil, leaned into my ear, his cold lips touched my ear as if nothing, and his voice was low, "I don't have time to spend it with you anymore, it's better to be obedient yourself, otherwise, I can't guarantee that I can't help but hurt you one day!"

Rirad's cold ears became hot, and although the words he uttered were merciless, they felt very ambiguous, and I wanted to duck back, but I didn't get faster than his hand.

With a big hand, he wrapped me in the crook of his arm, kissed me all the way down the earlobe to his neck, Illard chuckled and stretched out his tongue and slowly licked my neck, "It's delicious, I've endured it for so long, it's time to collect some interest......"

As Lillard rubbed his cold, sharp fangs against my neck, I breathed heavily and didn't dare to move, my hands clutching the hem of Lillard's shirt.

It's strange that now it's clear that Leillard is threatening my life, but my instinctive reaction is still to ask Riad for help when I'm in danger.

"Richard......" My voice became a little shaky, and I swallowed with difficulty, the clothes I was holding in my hand were already soaked.

Lillard withdrew his fangs, moved some distance away from me, raised his hand to my cheek, and chuckled, "What." Know you're scared?"

I shook my head, put my hands around Llard's waist, took the initiative to lean on Llard, and whispered to myself, "What to do, even if you kill me now, there is no way I can't help but love you......"

Before I could finish speaking, I immediately felt Rierad's body tremble, and then quickly regained my composure, as if encouraged, I tightened my hands and pressed my entire upper body against Rielard.

It was a long time before I heard Lillard sigh and put his hand on my shoulder, "Don't make a fuss, we're still the same as before, okay?"

Listening to Larard's helpless voice, I couldn't help but feel aggrieved in my heart, did I say that I was making trouble now?

It's obviously not me alone, but I want to put all the blame on me, but Larard's logic is still so king, and he never feels that he is wrong.

It was the same four hundred years ago, it was obvious that there was a problem between him and Shaman, and he refused to admit it when he was discovered, insisting that I had too much heart.

No, when did he start having problems with Shaman? Why do I always feel as if these things happened, but I don't remember them at all?

Slowly withdrawing from Rierald's arms, I bit my lower lip and tilted my head to look at Lerard, "You...... Aren't you going to explain it to me about the matter between you and Shaman?"

Originally, I just wanted to trick Larard, but when I saw Larard's face change drastically, my heart sank, what really happened between them.

And the content must be very vigorous, otherwise Llard wouldn't have this expression.