I looked down at the object in my hand and looked up at Rirad and smiled evilly, though I knew that no matter how evil my smile was, the scar on my face would automatically translate my expression into hideousness.

The scar on the left cheek, which had been raised for forty days, still could not change its hideous appearance, it was the victory of my war with Llard.

"Tell me, otherwise, we'll have to find a way to do it once and for all......" Licking my lips, I increased the force on my hand, feeling the object in my hand softening and getting smaller, and smiled smugly.

Ridard looked at me with black lines on his face, but he didn't dare to move, "You ......"

I pretended to be innocent and raised my hands to show that I hadn't done anything, "Me!"

Illard laughed angrily at me, raised his hand and tapped me on the forehead, "Don't be naughty in the future!"

I covered my forehead and pouted and didn't speak, bowing my head and hiding myself in Rirad's arms, knowing that I was too much, but I would never be soft on Rirad.

for he has not been soft on me.

"It's nothing big about the blood clan, it's not that I don't want to tell you, I'm just afraid that you'll worry. Lirad sighed, gently fished me out of his arms, and gently stroked the scar on my left cheek with his cold fingers, "I'll tell you anything in the future, but you also have to promise me one thing......"

I tilted my head to look at Lyrald, and didn't ask, for I was afraid he would ask me to pretend to be Hatherine.

"From now on, if you feel uneasy, you can beat me and scold me, but you are not allowed to hurt yourself again......"

Lerard's voice was as cold as ever, but it made people feel warm, not the warmth of being basked in the sun or standing by the fire, but the kind that slowly emanated from the depths of the soul, ironing the whole body and mind.

When Reilly woke up, still very weak, she leaned crookedly against the head of the bed, whispering to Vivian, who was sitting on a stool beside the bed, peeling a green apple in her hand.

The skin of the apple was peeled very thin and long, and it fell to the ground along Vivien's hand, spiraling one ring after another on the floor.

I stood in the doorway, looking through the thin crack in the door, but I didn't go in for fear of disturbing them and ruining the beautiful scene.

Although Leili looked very tired, it could be seen that the content of her speech was actually very clear, every sentence and every word must have been read very accurately, and the pronunciation was as impeccable as usual.

I saw Vivien peel the apple, then cut it into small pieces and put it on a silver plate on the table, and when the whole apple was cut, Vivien stabbed a piece with a knife and brought it to Reilly's mouth.

Reilly, who was talking, lowered her eyes and looked at the apple pieces in her mouth, frowned impatiently, and complained that she didn't like the sour taste of green apples, but she still opened her mouth obediently, and her whole little face wrinkled together when she chewed.

Vivien threw the silver plate and the knife aside with a cold face and a few more pieces for her, picked up the wet handkerchief that was placed aside to wipe her hands, threw the handkerchief aside, raised her hand and rubbed Relily's hair, helped her to lie down, and pulled the quilt again, before doing her own thing.

After a long time, they didn't communicate at all, and when I tried to push the door in, I saw Reilly turn her head, look in Vivien's direction, and say something.

She asked, "Vivien, have you heard of Bloodhunt?"