snow white his stepmother

Inner suffering and strong despair will make a person unable to calm down no matter what state he is in.

Even if the protection of the body makes the person who suffers a severe blow unconscious, he can wake up quickly.

An Jie woke up in such a situation. His back neck hurt and his head was dizzy, but Snow's ominous words made him vigilant, and he quickly came out of the coma because of his worries.

An Jie sat on the ground. He was still very weak, but his heart was filled with worry and confusion.

From Snow's words, it's not difficult to hear that Lucas is a terrible enemy. In order to keep him alive, Snow knocked him unconscious.

But is it really just like this to leave Snow in this terrible palace?

If he returns, will he disappoint Snow and create a situation that both of them regret?

——But even though I said that, only by running away can I really regret it.

——As the ancients said, we don't seek to live together, but to die together.

——This may not be the pursuit of life, but under such circumstances, in this strange world that has never been explored in the true sense, the only person who knows each other is about to die. It seems that there is no better choice, right?

Thinking of this, An Jie actually laughed. He stood up with difficulty, pushed open the small door woven with wooden vines, and returned to Lucas' palace.

The weather at night is always colder than during the day, and the heavy night dew will make people feel chilled to the bone.

When Snow pushed open Lucas' door with his body covered in coldness, he caught Lucas' attention with just the coldness on his body.

Lucas was sitting on the rocking chair in front of the fire. He was wrapped in a thick velvet blanket. His face was pale and his eyes were black. He seemed very tired. When Snow came over, he just looked over and said lazily: " You came."

It's like reuniting with old friends who haven't seen each other for a long time, with a relaxed and natural demeanor.

Outside the door, the guard whose throat was pierced by a sword was still groaning in pain, and blood trickled down the carpet, but Lucas didn't seem to hear or see. He just watched Snow close the door and walked towards him step by step.

Snow raised his sword and said indifferently, "Lucas, stand up and pick up your sword."

Lucas just shook his head, couldn't get up while hugging the thick plush blanket, and lazily said: "Dear Snow, don't forget that my blood is flowing on your body, do you think you can really kill me?"

Snow didn't speak. He took a step forward and raised his sword. Although his footsteps were weirdly stiff and the sword in his hand made a trembling sound, the sword slashed towards Lucas. The momentum is still compelling and fierce.

Lucas frowned, things obviously exceeded his expectations, he turned over and rolled off the rocking chair, flung off the blanket and threw it at Snow as a block, then staggered a few steps and stood aside.

"Snow White!" Lucas panted heavily, and his condition really didn't look good, "You can always surprise me, isn't the restriction of blood even useful to you?!"

Snow mercilessly chopped the blanket into two pieces, still grinning, but his arms trembled, and the blood vessels on the back of his skinny hands burst out, and the dark blood visible to the naked eye flowed through such weird blood vessels, Coupled with the dry and peeling pale skin, a terrifying scene was formed.

"It is because of this restriction that I want to kill you even more."

"Oh, that's really unfortunate." Lucas pulled out the long sword that is always vigilant and wears by his side. Once a swordsman has seen it, he will find that this sword is sharp enough and full of murderous intent, "I really like you in the daytime, like a mad dog but obedient."

Snow just laughed, not angry because of Lucas' bad words, he said with a smile: "But that mad dog killed the guy you cared about, that's the real misfortune."

Lucas's expression suddenly changed, his brows were tightened, his nose and mouth formed a sharp and cold right angle, his facial muscles twitched slightly, like a ghost brewing something terrible: "Snow, don't try to provoke me! This will Make you regret it!"

"Compared to my regrets, your regrets will definitely be more." Snow mocked.

Lucas stared at Snow, his eyes were horrified and his expression was distorted. After a while, he managed to relax, pretending to be lazy and arrogant: "Dear Snow, you must be full of fear and worry in your heart right now. Bar."

"It's impossible to misread you into two extremes... You are irritable and fierce during the day, and you are cowardly and docile at night. Even if you cover up under the stern look, your essence will not change."

"Your trembling hands are not only due to the effect of my blood, but also the fear in your heart."

Under the flickering firelight of the fireplace, Snow's face was pale, his lips were black and blue, and the blood vessels in his neck burst out. He looked extremely terrifying and seemed to be really afraid.

But his posture of holding the sword has not changed, and his determination to kill Lucas remains the same as before: "So what? A cornered rabbit will also bite, and fear will only become the driving force for me to kill you. "

"But dear Snow, why don't you choose to cooperate with me?" Lucas smiled and threw out the bait, "Power and profit, wealth and land are to anyone in the world, like jewels to the poor, and delicious food to beggars." .You cooperate with me to share the rights and wealth belonging to the two countries, and in the future, we can get more from it."

"* can always make people have extra fantasies." Snow's voice was soft, but what he said was ironic, "What I want is very simple, not as grand as yours, and I don't even want to cooperate with you at all. will."

"You know, for your own sake, you, together with Morian, harmed me, and also caused terrible harm to my mother and father. The hatred accumulated from it makes it impossible for me to stand by your side forever."

"Dear Snow, people always have to compromise and give up." Lucas smiled, "Blindly hating will only make people in the terrible mud now, unable to get relief."

"Just like you are now, you are fighting with me with your life, and you can't see the future. It's pitiful and pathetic."

"Your rhetoric can only show your weak heart." Snow said, "You persuade me like this because you are afraid that I will kill you. Lucas, you can no longer use magic. Finally The killer weapon—the control of the blood is also useless to me, and my body has problems because of it, and your accomplice has died in the wooden barrel, and you have become a helpless loner."

"Even more pathetic."

Lucas didn't speak anymore, he just stared at Snow, motionless.

Snow raised his sword and pointed at Lucas, even though the blood in his body made him scorching and painful, as if he was in hell.

He walked towards Lucas step by step.

Lucas still didn't move, a smile suddenly appeared on his cold and heartless face, he turned his head and looked out the window, the first ray of dawn leaked from the curtain that was not fully drawn, he became arrogant again, and said: "Snow, Think again, what should you choose?"

As the words fell, Snow's expression changed, he stopped, and groaned in pain. The sword in his hand fell to the ground with a dull thud, and his whole body twitched.

He knelt down on the ground, holding his head, as if some terrible power in his body had awakened, and the two were struggling.

It took a while for Snow to raise his head, his expression changed, his gentle expression faded, and he became cold and heartless, his eyes were bloodshot, the whites of his eyes were bloodshot, his blue pupils were like abysses, and his face was as pale as a ghost.

Lucas smiled slightly, walked towards Snow, and said, "Dear Snow, are you okay? You have probably heard what I said and understood my attitude. You must have made the most correct choice."

Snow looked at him coldly: "Although your conditions can impress me, my hatred for you will never change."

Lucas said: "Why don't you listen to your inner wavering?"

Snow was silent for a while, and finally said: "But maybe I can go forward with you and try."

Lucas finally showed a hearty smile. He walked up to Snow, not at all afraid that Snow might attack him, and even patted Snow on the shoulder with a smile and said, "Dear Snow, I knew you would do something. The most correct choice."

"A truly strong man will always dare to abandon the burdens of the past, and only by looking forward can he win the final victory."

"Then come with me, Snow." Lucas took Snow's hand and walked out of the house.

"There is a trophy." He showed a sly and despicable smile, "I will use his blood as a witness of our oath."

When Snow was still in Morian's hands, he used to walk on the wet lawn, across the garden, in abominable skirts, to the shooting range and shoot his arrows through grass targets.

At that time, he would pretend that the straw target was someone he hated to the bone, so as to gain peace of mind.

But at this moment, when Lucas handed him the bow and arrow, what he felt was not peace of mind, but coldness.

Lucas approached him like a cold snake, and said in an affectionate tone: "Dear Snow, look at the person opposite, you must be very familiar with him. Such a reckless and stupid little deer obviously possesses terrifying power—— The dwarf who directs the blue lantern and guards the living beings, but he doesn’t know how to use them, carelessly forgets them, what’s the use of them other than getting more and more fierce?”

He took Snow's hand, let Snow put the arrow on the bow, slowly tightened the bowstring, and aimed at the person in the wooden barrel on the opposite side.

"Kill him." Lucas said softly, "Such a stupid delay will only make you sink deeper and deeper in the mud."

"Kill him, let me see your determination."

Snow saw the wooden barrel on the high shelf in the original place. Only the head and limbs of the person in the barrel were exposed, and there were bloodstains on his face, but his gaze was still sober and painful.

——I can still see clearly from such a long distance.

Thinking about this, Snow remained silent. He raised the corners of his mouth and smiled, and finally drew his longbow and aimed the arrow at the wooden barrel.