The reborn actor sleeps in the coffin

As soon as Gu Wuzhao left the castle, His Royal Highness's pitiful expression disappeared. He stared at the gate of the castle with a strange expression and thought for a long time, while the butler stood behind him without saying a word. A very light smile is just right.

"Housekeeper, do you think the child's wings are too hard?"

The old butler bowed gracefully, looked at his master who was staring at the door, and sighed: "My lord, you never said such a thing when young master was a mercenary or a killer all over the world."

"This one is different." Lale's white and purple eyes were stained with light blood, and he took a sip of the blood-stained wine on the table: "This is a circle that my influence has not yet penetrated."

Lalebai shook the gorgeous liquid in his hand, squinted his eyes slightly, as if he was listening carefully to some voice: "In the past, in that environment, it was impossible for him to find his ideal destination, but now it's different... ...I hope he has feelings because he can give himself completely to me, but now, if he really comes back one day with someone I don't know and tells me that he is leaving me..."

"You will kill that person, right?" The old housekeeper's eyes were full of clarity, he knew Lalebai much better than he imagined: "My lord, when did you start to worry about gains and losses?"

With eyes closed, the slender eyelashes are slightly curled, and the long black hair is loose, but it can't hide the facial features like a work of art. The curtains that were originally opened in the room are closed one by one without anyone touching them. , took away the last light in the castle.The roses that were freshly picked in the morning and still covered with dew began to wither step by step, and the dome painted with gorgeous colors seemed to be blackened by the wings of the devil, showing its most terrifying side.

In the darkness, the only thing that can be identified are two pairs of blood-like pupils.

"Yes, I never have to worry about his departure. Since the moment I turned him into a blood race, I have cut off all the back roads for my baby. He can't escape..."

"yes, mylord."

The smile on the corner of Lalebai's mouth is obviously so cruel, but there is a strange satisfaction that people can touch there. He leans on the large European-style couch and listens carefully to the song from the record that seems to come from Songs like hell.

"I heard that something happened to Morris' castle?"

The butler nodded: "My lord wants it?"

Lalebai snorted coldly: "I don't bother to own something that has no style and can be called an insult to architecture, and all of this may have something to do with her."

The butler was taken aback, and his expression became serious: "You mean... a witch? Do we need to do something, she might do something to us!"

"No, this is the requirement of history." A faint blue light gradually appeared on Lalebai's raised right hand, and an invisible object gradually appeared in his hand: "The war is about to begin, because we You can no longer see the trajectory of history.”

"This! How did the key of reincarnation become like this?"

Lalebai stood up and walked upstairs. He planned to go back to his coffin covered with the sweet smell of the baby to catch a nap: "The key of reincarnation has been broken into three pieces, and I'm sure One piece returned to the witch's hand, I don't know what will she got, but mine...is amazing." After saying this, his figure disappeared at the stairs, leaving only The old butler with an unclear expression silently put away the wine glasses on the table.

In the distant Morris, blackness permeated the entire manor, and the smell of decay permeated from it.

"Ah... ah..." The woman let out a weeping voice through the densely packed black trees, with a few traces of pain and a few different grievances.

"My master, please don't treat me like this... ah..." The black-haired woman in a long black dress lay down on the ground and wept. Poor dog, anyone can come and spoil her.She had already forgotten that she was a human being, and she only wanted the pleasure of being abused by the person in front of her.

Her eyes were no longer clear, and her white limbs were stained a hideous brown by the blood all over the floor. The stench of fresh blood mixed with the stench of old blood filled the woman's sense of smell.She forgot who she was, forgot that two days ago she was still the little princess held in the hands of everyone in the manor, and forgot that yesterday her parents cried and let her live, no, it wasn't like that, at that time Her mother ran out of the basement in a panic. When passing by the main hall, her sharp high-heeled shoes finally broke their slender heels.

She fell to the ground helplessly and terrified. She wanted to get up in a panic that went deep into the marrow, but several fat and disgusting green vines crawled in through the opened door. Their speed was very fast, like It was the ghoul who smelled the fishy smell, so hungry and thirsty that it couldn't bear it, it grabbed her mother's feet and dragged the mother who was bleeding and crying out.She watched carefully, her mother's long, pointed nails painted with red paint tried to grab the gap between the floors to stop this terrible act.

Then what happened?

By the way, there were only a few broken nails left, not only the blood that flowed from somewhere brushed a bloody red path on the floor, but her mother was dragged out of the castle and down the steps just like that The repeated beatings made her head look a little deformed, but at this time she still hadn't returned to death, and she couldn't utter the slightest cry.A soft vine penetrated fiercely from her grown mouth, she didn't even have time to vomit, blood overflowed from her mouth which was still full of bubbles, her stomach was bulging, as if there was something Many vines were stirring back and forth in it.

The black-haired girl was wearing a somewhat torn skirt, with her head drooping like a dead doll, but her eyes were fixed on her mother being entangled and torn by soft vines, and finally bound high in the air. Twitching uncontrollably.

"Oh!"

The red liquid splashed and fell among the gorgeous flowers. There was a sticky sound on the floor full of emerald green leaves. A thigh that had already been mutilated lost the support of the vines and hit the ground hard.The girl's lips twitched, not knowing what to say, but in fact she couldn't say anything. Looking forward, the beautiful rose garden in the past was full of all kinds of ruins in the air. limb.The horror has long been numb, she always thought that she would be the next one, but it was like being played with, being left here alone to taste the feeling of being abandoned by death.

"Master, my great master, I'm loving your little slave. The little slave is in so much pain...ah!"

Ji Miqi threw away the whip in his hand in boredom, looked at the opposite woman who destroyed the doll he just succeeded as soon as she came in, then knelt down gracefully on the ground, took that person's right hand and kissed: " How can the witch destroy my beautiful creation like this?"

"Oh!"

Ji Miqi allowed himself to be kicked away by her, without making the slightest movement of resistance.Lilith raised her head high and looked at him disdainfully: "Are you using such reptiles as slaves to defile the great witch?"

Ever since Lilith came in, she found that this black-haired woman looked eerily similar to herself, and the anger of being insulted burst out of her heart.

As a noble blood who would not show any embarrassment even if he fell down, Ji Miqi stood up gracefully as if nothing had happened: "How come, how can such a lowly existence be compared with you..." The corner of his mouth With a smile on his face, the biting tone deliberately emphasized the word 'lowly'. He would never forget that this witch, who claims to be the highest being, is now using a human body.

"Well, you're nothing but a lowly bug yourself."

There was a tragic smile on the beautiful face of Thorn Michelle, but Lilith, who was looking up, couldn't see it.Don't underestimate the power of bloodlines. The suppression of low-level bloodlines by high-level bloodlines can be called absolute. Don't rely too much on the constraints of bloodlines. Isn't the third generation also known as the existence closest to God that killed the second generation?

A dark figure slowly stepped over from a distant place, his body was wrapped in a thick black cloak, and his old face was covered by a huge hood.As his steps approached, those oil lamps were burned one by one, as if they were welcoming his steps.Even as he approached, all living or dead creatures could feel that cold and powerful aura.

Behind him, the death knight with stiff gait and terrifying face followed suit. Even though walking was so difficult, no one dared to question his fighting ability.A sinister laugh came from under the old man's hood, and then he knelt down at Lilith's feet.

"My dear witch, please give this beautiful and fragrant manor to your loyal servant Simmore, believe me, I will make it a paradise for the god of death, and let him become our most powerful existence, Long live death!"

"Hmph." Lilith pursed her lips and smiled disdainfully: "This kind of rubbish is only appreciated by you. A witch won't touch such a dirty existence."

The scarlet light in Sim Moore's eyes was shining, and the corner of his mouth was cracked into a distorted and terrifying arc. He was obviously kneeling and begging the other party, but there was no intention of begging in his eyes, as if he was calmly expounding a trivial matter. Only when he accidentally saw the corpses and blood all over the manor, his eyes were stained with a terrible red.