Magical Strategist

The incident with the black shadow finally ended without any danger.

Not long after the incident, Thunder Emperor asked Angela to have a brief chat under a rockery.

"If it weren't for you, I would have died long ago." Thunder Emperor thanked him sincerely. He was originally a killer, with the blood of many innocent people on his hands. His past was a dark one. When he accepted the invitation of the Goddess of Light to join the Light Group, his life began to change, and he slowly began to understand the emotions between people, such as gratitude.

There was no emotion in Angela's cold eyes. She took a deep breath and said, "You called me here just to say thank you?"

"Yes." Thunder Emperor replied readily.

"I'm sorry, bye." Angela stood up and was about to leave.

"Stay." Thunder Emperor said quickly. After a pause, he continued, "In fact, you have already discovered my identity, right?"

"Correct."

"That's why you take me to the dungeon every day... Then, you are not from Qingshui, does Lieyan know?" Lei Di asked again.

"do not know."

"Since he is one of us, why do you treat him so harshly?"

Angela paused for a moment and replied, "He owes me this. Also, saving Lieyan is your business and has nothing to do with me. Don't expect me to help. I also have my own mission. Today is the only time. If you are caught again in the future, I will not save you again."

"Why did you save me today?" asked Thunder Emperor.

"No comment!" Angela seemed to be disgusted by the question-and-answer communication method and resolutely chose to leave...

Lei Di had heard about Angela's deeds. She was a top student in the Wood Department of Bordello College, but later lost to Lieyan in the Bordello Competition. After graduation, she was invited by Shimizu Ichiro to join the Dark People. In Lei Di's impression, he and Angela had never met or met before, so why did Angela save him? Secondly, Angela sneaked into the Shimizu family not to rescue Lieyan, but for other purposes. Since they were not on the same path, why would she risk being discovered by the enemy to save a stranger? Lei Di thought about it and was puzzled.

Lei Di shook his head. It was fine. Just thinking about these things would not lead to any conclusion. It would be better to focus on the rescue operation the day after tomorrow. Ensuring the success of the operation was the most important thing. Back in the dormitory, lying on the bed, various plans came to mind... How to carry out the operation, how to escape smoothly after saving Lie Yan...

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Late at night, drizzle fell sparsely.

A woman in white holding an umbrella entered the dungeon under the guidance of two soldiers...

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Ichiro didn't come the whole day, and even Xingdixing, who had threatened to kill Zhenlong many times, didn't come.

"The sun is rising from the west, and even the bitch has become quiet. Could it be that she has given up?" the real dragon thought.

Just as Zhenlong relaxed his joints and was about to have a good sleep, the door of the cell was opened.

"Bitch, don't waste your energy. I won't confess." Zhenlong yawned and said carelessly. But he never expected that the person standing in front of him was not Ichiro or Angela, but Haitang!

Haitang was dressed in white brocade. In the light of the torch, she looked like a beautiful girl with an otherworldly charm, as if she were in the smoke and fog. But her face was pale, as if she was sick. Although the torch was as bright as clouds, her face was still bloodless, which made people feel pity.

Haitang quietly walked up to the real dragon, her tearful almond eyes like the rippling lake, sometimes appearing and sometimes disappearing, reflecting the real dragon's outline: her red hair was long and messy, as if she hadn't taken care of it for a long time, and her beard on her lips and cheeks made her look a little more vicissitudes, but her pair of soul-stirring purple eyes were not affected by the vicissitudes of life, and they still flashed a compelling light. It was him, it was really him, he was still alive!

Zhenlong's expression became complicated along with Haitang's tears. His eyes were a little confused, because this woman should not appear at this time, in this place, and on this occasion.

The two looked at each other for one minute, and this short minute seemed as long as a reincarnation.

Haitang finally spoke: "Are you okay?"

These four short words contain thousands of words and hundreds of thoughts.

Zhenlong regained his composure. He seemed to have guessed something. Haitang was no longer the same as before. He replied coldly, "Thanks to you, I'm fine."

His answer was simple and clear, but it deeply hurt her heart. It was right for him to hate me, because I had lied to him and hurt him.

"How do you feel about being Qingshui's dog, Miss Haitang?" Zhenlong finally lost his temper and cursed.

Curse, if that makes you feel better! Haitang had no choice but to endure being called a "dog" in silence.

"If you hadn't secretly poisoned my wine that day, my wife, Xiaoya, might not have died, and at least I would have had enough time to save her... Do you know what the only thing I want to do now is? To kill you with my own hands!" The long-suppressed hatred has been ignited, and Zhenlong cursed uncontrollably.

Every word he said was like a sharp blade, cutting Haitang to pieces. She was speechless and could only shed tears. Even if she had thousands of reasons to prove that she was forced, it was useless. Because she couldn't tell the truth, she couldn't tell Zhenlong that everything she did was instructed by someone. She knew the consequences of telling the truth better than anyone else. Shimizu Ichiro was the kind of person who dared to speak and act, and would accuse the Douglas family of being a "traitor" at any time. She didn't want her family to be implicated, let alone her father... Things have developed to this point today, and she can't blame anyone else, but herself for being too simple and naive at the time, and believing in Mang Dixing's words.

"Why don't you speak? At least let me know what you are thinking at the moment, are you repentant or afraid?" Zhenlong continued. If it was Angela or someone from Qingshui standing in front of him, he would not say a word, and would kill or chop her up as he pleased. But it was Haitang, the woman he once trusted the most, who teamed up with Qingshui, murdered Jasmine, poisoned him, and indirectly killed Feiya. How could he remain calm when such a heinous person committed such a heinous crime?

"I'm sorry..." She didn't dare to say a word even though she had thousands of words to say. She burst into tears and couldn't speak. Being misunderstood by the man she loved, this kind of grievance and shame, who could understand?

"You don't even have the qualifications to apologize... If you still have an ounce of conscience, just untie the ropes on me." Zhenlong said coldly.

"I..." Haitang hesitated, all kinds of conflicting emotions, strangling her painfully. With her strength, she could definitely knock down the two Qingshui soldiers beside her and rescue the real dragon. However, the conflicting emotions were like a poisonous snake, gnawing at her internal organs.

The soldier next to him noticed Haitang's abnormality and reminded her, "Why are you dawdling? Hurry up and do your job. Don't make the master wait impatiently."

Haitang finally came to her senses. She lowered her head, tears one after another running down her cheeks, dripping onto the ground covered with rotten straw, and disappearing without splashing tears or leaving any trace. It was so quiet. Her shoulders trembled slightly. She didn't want the dragon to see her crying, but her body betrayed her. "I'm sorry, I can't save you."

The anger of the real dragon surged out again, and he roared, "If you are not here to atone for your sins, then what the hell are you doing here? Torturing me? Come on, come on, and get out of here after you're done. I don't want to see you again."

"That's not the case, I..."

"Qingshui's lackey, could you please hurry up and do something or get out of here? Don't waste my rest time." Zhenlong shouted.

I know you hate me! I deserve all of this! After being insulted again and again, Haitang gradually calmed down. She said, "I will leave unless you tell me the blood curse."

Hahahaha… In the dark dungeon, the real dragon's dazed laughter was heard. His body trembled, as if he was having chills, and the movement of his body made the cross behind him creak.

Once again, his expectations were dashed. He was not disappointed, but just smiled bitterly at his heart. Really, no tears? Who would be so strong as to have no tears at all? He just didn't want to cry in front of others, especially in front of her, because crying would not help. However, this did not mean that he was not sad and his heart would not hurt!

I spent two years in Bodor in a hurry, and the time I spent with Haitang was too short. It was precisely because of the short time that the best memories were left behind.

Minghuo Peak, Forest Park, that green swing, that dusk...

I have cried, laughed, and been crazy, but it's all in the past.

The most heartbreaking distance in the world is that two people are far apart and do not know each other, but suddenly one day, they meet, know each other, and the distance becomes very close.

Then one day, two people who were originally very close suddenly turn against each other and become very far away, even farther than before.

At this moment, Zhenlong understood that Haitang was no longer the Haitang of Podor, no longer the proud Haitang, she was Qingshui's minion!

That lost, desperate smile, that expression, is uglier than crying.

Haitang felt that she had become very lowly in an instant. She wished that death was an organ in her body that would disappear with a touch, without any pain or itch.

The real dragon stopped laughing and regained his composure. He said slowly, "What is the blood curse? I don't know."

"Lil Zhenlong, don't force me to do anything to hurt you again. I don't want to see you get hurt again." Haitang said.

"Really? I've had enough of your lies. Qingshui's dog, to be honest, even if I tell you the blood curse word for word, you may not be able to practice it successfully. The blood curse is nothing but some useless words to you." said the real dragon.

"I'm just following orders." Haitang said again.

"What if I don't tell you?"

"Then I'll wait here until you say so."

Haitang's words were inevitably a little childish, and Zhenlong sneered, "I thought you had some clever tricks, but it seems that's all. Go back and tell Shimizu Ichiro that you can cast the blood curse if you want, but he has to kneel down in front of me and call me grandpa three times."

"Don't force me!"

"Use whatever tricks you have. I'm waiting." Zhenlong said firmly.

"Don't force me, please!" Quietly, Haitang held a short dagger in her hand. Looking closely at the dagger, it was seven inches long, all red, and a white glass bead was inlaid on the handle of the dagger. It was obvious that it was not an ordinary dagger.

"Oh, I can't wait to die quickly. Let's do it." Zhenlong said without hesitation.

"I don't want to do this." Haitang was trembling, even her voice was trembling.

"Come on, get started."

"Stop talking, stop talking..."

"Hurry, give me a quick death."

"do not want!"

From the moment Haitang took out the dagger, the struggle between her brain and her hands never stopped... But she still couldn't control her hands...

When the dagger pierced the dragon's heart and blood splashed on her face, her spirit completely collapsed. She screamed and roared...

The cry is like a lone goose flying south, or a wolf that has lost its companion...Memory is a roller curtain hung with wind chimes, which cannot hide the traces of tenderness in the aftertaste.

She had personally stabbed the murder weapon into his heart. Even if there were beautiful memories, what would it matter? Even if she loved him, what would happen? Her pale hands had been stained red, her face was extremely pale, her eyes stared straight at the real dragon, her front teeth tightly biting her thin lips without blood.