Lerard's head was knocked to the side by me, and he raised his free hand and rubbed the back of his hand against the place where I had hit, but he didn't look back.

I gasped and looked at him, already regretting in my heart, although his method was not very good, but it was for my own good, I ......

Not that he was afraid that he would kill me if he suddenly went berserk, but that he was afraid to see his wounded eyes.

With my hands clasped to my chest, I kept comforting myself in my heart, "It's not that I'm afraid to see him hurt, it's Hatherine's memories that are playing tricks, don't be afraid, it doesn't matter to me whether he gets hurt or not......"

But his hands were still shaking.

My heart is also stuffy, and there is an emotion similar to worry in my chest that wants to rush out, which makes my head numb and my nose sour.

Obviously, there will be no tears, but this feeling of wanting to cry is so real.

Richard's shoulders twitched, and then I heard a low, muffled laugh.

With my eyes fixed on the boss, I looked at Llard worriedly, not knowing what he was going to do.

If he loses his temper at me, or even wants to kill me, I think it's normal, after all, as a vampire king, Lirad should never have been treated like this, and it is common sense that he wants to kill people to vent his anger.

But he laughed unexpectedly, with an imperceptible choked sob, and if it weren't for the fact that the Bloods wouldn't be in tears, I would have thought he was crying......

My mouth was still filled with the fishy sweetness of blood, but I forgot to remember to dislike the taste, and just looked at Lillard in a daze, waiting for his next reaction.

"It's the second time...... "Llard has stopped laughing, his voice is very soft, with a touch of remembrance and relief, "I think I've lived for nearly a thousand years, and I have only been beaten twice......"

I don't know why the two beatings made Llard so happy, but I'm sure that Llillard must have remembered Hatherine again at this time.

I remembered the time when Hatherine found out that he and Sharman were about to do something, and held back the tears of heartache and slapped him hard.

I don't know what Hatherine thought when she first hit him, but from my point of view from a bystander, Hatherine's slap did take a lot of force, because I saw Llard tilt his head for a long time without moving, until Hatherine turned away with tears in her eyes, and he didn't move.

Laughing enough, Rirad raised his hand to pinch my chin, lightly imprinted a kiss on my mouth, and whispered, "Looks like I've got the strength." ”

The smell of Lirad in my nostrils made me feel the urge to reach out and hug him, but I could only raise my eyes to his pale green eyes and say coldly, "The king can go back." ”

Llard smiled nonchalantly, raised his hand and rubbed it on top of my head, and sighed, "It's really time to go back......

Looking at the corner of my clothes that disappeared into the window, I closed my eyes and lay on my back on the bed, not because I didn't want to open my eyes, but because my eyes were tired and needed to rest.

As if sensing that my mood was a little low, the kitten jumped on the bed, walked slowly, paced to my side, gently rubbed the side of my face with its soft body, and made a soft cry in its mouth.

Reaching into my arms and leaning sideways on the bed, which still smelled of disgusting blood, I thought I needed to think about my next steps.