The beautiful boy who was reborn in the dark world of women

At this time, in the Monastery of St. Liana, Frey and Ilandani had met and were fighting.

Ilandani stood on a blood-red thorn that rose from the ground, looking at Frey who was standing on the treetop, with a hint of amusement on her godly and handsome face.

"You look... a bit like him."

Ilandani said suddenly.

"But you are not him, and he has no brothers or sisters, so it should be some kind of ceremony to hand him over. You are no match for me."

"You can try."

Fleur responded coldly.

Ilandani shook her head slightly and waved her hand casually.

Countless blood-red thorns emerged from the ground and shot towards Frey. Frey's face became solemn, and the moment the thorns approached, she turned into a swarm of white moths and flew away.

The blood-red thorns came at me with great force but missed the target and landed heavily on the tree trunk. The tree fell down with a loud noise, raising a cloud of dust.

Countless white moths flew out of the dust and flew straight towards Irandani.

"Out of control."

A mocking smile appeared on Ilandani's face, and the thorns beneath her grew new branches, with strange blood-red buds growing on the branches.

The buds bloomed, and a nauseatingly sweet aroma of blood filled the air.

The white moths seemed to have met their natural enemies and fell to the ground one after another under the influence of the fragrance. Frey was forced to emerge from the swarm of moths, but before she could stand firm, the blood-red thorns attacked her again.

"hateful……"

But this time, Frey had other ways to deal with it. Her body dissipated like ink at this moment and merged into the shadow beneath her.

After a moment, it appeared under the shade of another tree.

"Wow, what kind of freak are you? You even have the ability of a shadow beast."

This is the ability inherited from Miss Yasha after going through the Three Lives Dream Cocoon Ritual.

Ilandani was a little surprised, but soon, more thorns rushed towards Frey like an overwhelming force, turning the grove where she was into ruins in an instant.

"Cough, cough, cough."

Fulei walked out of the dust, holding her waist. There was a hideous cut on her waist caused by thorns, and grayish-white blood was flowing out.

But at the same time, countless larvae gathered around her again to protect her. Some of the larvae attached themselves to the wound, and the wound healed quickly.

“There are so many tricks.”

Ilandani spoke indifferently, as if she were a god, looking down at Frey's embarrassed figure, gently raised her hand, and pronounced the verdict.

"If you dare to stop me, you deserve to die."

……

When Lor climbed out of the wooden ladder in the basement, he saw the surging thorns that broke out from the ground and completely submerged Frey in an instant. Only a few moths escaped the thorns' strangulation.

"Fleur!"

Ilandani acted calmly, as if she had crushed a bug to death. Instead, Lor's voice made her raise her eyebrows and look over.

The boy was still as handsome as ever, his pretty and delicate face still had a look of panic, and every one of his long eyelashes was clearly visible in Irandani's eyes.

The only flaw was that those eyes as bright as autumn water did not look at herself first, but looked at that lowly bug.

Ilandani narrowed her eyes slightly. Why did the stink bug have a similar appearance to him? What was the relationship between them? What happened during this period of time...

It was as if there was a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue in Yilandani's heart, and a hint of anger inexplicably emerged in her originally calm eyes.

"You can really run, my little cutie."

Lor looked up and finally looked directly at the figure standing on the thorns like a god.

Ilandani was still as noble and cool as ever, wearing a luxurious blood-red robe that matched her long blood-red hair perfectly, like a blood-red flag flying in the wind.

Just looking at it from a distance, I felt suffocated.

I can't run away anymore.

Such a realization flashed through Luo Er's mind. When he was exposed to her sight, there was nothing that could save him.

It's too late to regret now. Besides, wasn't this part of my plan?

Lor took a deep breath and gave Miss Yasha his final instructions in his heart.

"Ms. Yasha, even if she really wants to kill me, don't do it."

There was dead silence in my heart, no response at all.

The thorns that rose from the ground gradually fell from the air, sending the king standing on it back to the ground.

Ilandani walked towards Lor slowly, her long boots stepping on the ground, tap, tap, one by one, as if stepping on Lor's heart.

Ilandani was very confident that the moment she saw Lor, his fate was already determined.

Nothing and no one can stop her.

"Why don't you run? Aren't you a very good runner? You can run all the way from the Palace of Thorns to here."

Ilandani slowly walked in front of Lor. Lor suppressed the fear in his heart and did not retreat. He knew that it was meaningless to retreat or turn around and run away.

Lor controlled himself and smiled obediently. Instead of retreating, he mustered up the courage to face the enemy.

"I was wrong, Sister Ilandani, please forgive me!"

Ilandani watched Lor come to her cautiously like a little animal. His body was obviously shaking with fear, but he still pretended to be calm.

The tip of her nose gently smelled a faint fragrance, mixed with some other smell, which made the darkness in Yilandani's eyes more intense.

"You have great courage."

Ilandani reached out and hugged Lor in her arms.

Lor's pupils changed slightly, and his body stiffened for a moment before immediately relaxing, and he just lay in her arms.

A pair of small hands as tender and smooth as white lotus rested gently on her shoulders, as if to hug her, and also as if to deliberately touch her neck as if to tease her.

"You are really brave. No one has ever dared to betray me."

Ilandani spoke softly, but her words were filled with murderous intent as cold as iron.

The young man's waist-length black hair swayed in the breeze, and some of it gently brushed her neck, causing the venomous snake in her heart to stir.

"What am I going to do with you?"

"You can do whatever you want, I'm willing to do it."

Lor raised his head, stood on tiptoe, and got closer to Ilandani. They could even feel each other's warm breath.

The boy's cheeks were extremely hot, his eyes like autumn water were bright and shining, and there was a hint of red in the corners of his eyes, as if he was deeply moved. His slender and curly hair trembled slightly, one by one, as if counting the length of time.

What an alluring beauty.

"Really? Why do I feel like you don't want to do this?"

Yilandani said this quietly, and then sneered.

"What do you have in your hand?"

Lor clenched his left hand on Ilandani's shoulder. When he heard this, his eyes narrowed and he was about to pour the pendant bottle containing the water of the Styx in his hand towards Ilandani.

But the next second, the sound of breaking wind was heard, and the severe pain made Lor let go of the pendant bottle in his hand.

A blood-red thorn emerged from the ground and pierced Lor's palm directly, then it was slowly pulled back and caught the fallen pendant bottle.

Ilandani grabbed Lor's neck with her left hand, lifted him off the ground and pulled him in front of her.

"I'll say it again, you are really brave."

Thorn, who was standing by, handed the pendant bottle to Ilandani's right hand side like offering a treasure. She took it casually and sneered.

"Water of the Styx? This is what I gave you, and now you want to use it against me, huh?"

At this moment, Lor only felt a huge force restraining his neck. He had no power to resist and even breathing became gradually difficult.

The tearing pain from his left palm made beads of sweat appear on his forehead.

"Cough, cough, Lor...let him go!"

Frey covered the huge wound on her waist and struggled to get up from the ground. She saw Ilandani strangling Lor's neck and was about to kill him, so she shouted with all her might.

"Damn bug, wouldn't it be better for you to die quietly?"

Ilandani's face was frosty, and she was about to let Bloodthorn give Frey the final blow like slapping a bug to death, but when she saw her face that looked like Lor, she stopped the attack order.

But the rage in my heart grew stronger.

She returned her gaze to Lor's face again. The boy's beautiful face, which was pale due to pain, was still flawless. There seemed to be tears in the corners of his eyes, making him look pitiful.

But the more this happened, the more cruelty appeared in Ilandani's eyes.

"Ahem, ahem, don't hurt her."

Lor grabbed Ilandani with both hands weakly and strangled himself, only to feel that the palm was as hard as iron.

"Tell me, who is that bug?"

"Fu, Sister Fulei is a nun in a monastery, ahem..."

Lor only felt that the force pinching his neck was getting stronger, almost making his eyes go black.

"How affectionate! He even calls her sister."

Ilandani said softly, and suddenly released the hand that was restraining Lor's neck. Lor fell to the ground, coughing violently. Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, Ilandani grabbed his hair and lifted him up from the ground. He was forced to look up and look at Ilandani weakly.

"Be good, look at me and tell me who she is to you."

The indifference on Ilandani's godly and delicate face was no longer there, but was filled with twisted and cold anger.

The originally cold voice now seemed to come from the underworld, penetrating into the bones and making people shudder.

"Say!"

Lor endured the pain and ignored Ilandani who was nearby, but looked at Frey who was seriously injured in the distance.

Frey wanted to take Lor back, but the larvae did not dare to resist under the suppression of the blood thorn's aura, and it was difficult for them to even get close. They could only watch helplessly as Lor was bullied by Ilandani.

Seeing Lor looking at her helplessly at this moment, Frey felt her heart was broken. Was this the retribution for angering the god of love?

Have to endure the pain of losing loved ones again and again.

But then, he saw Lor giving him the most beautiful smile he had ever seen in his life.

There were tears at the corners of the boy's eyes and he smiled sweetly. With his pale face, he looked like a plum blossom blooming in the snow, so charming, sad and beautiful that Fulei was stunned.

Even Ilandani was a little dazed, and then she heard Lor say softly.

"She, she is my lover, are you satisfied?"

Time seemed to stand still at this moment.

Frey stared at Lor in shock, her eyes filled with disbelief and ecstasy, and she felt willing to die.

The darkness in Ilandani's eyes solidified like the ice of the abyss, and at this moment was swept by the raging rage. Her handsome face was distorted by anger, and cold words uttered from her mouth.

"Okay, okay, okay, in that case, then you will die here."

The earth seemed to be shaking violently with her mood, and blood-red thorns that broke out of the ground rushed towards Frey, wanting to kill her.

Frey did not struggle anymore, but just stared at Lor, and was about to be submerged by the blood-colored thorns.

A baby's cry suddenly sounded, echoing over the monastery.