The sick and weak beauty is caught in the infinite Shura field

[Wooooow, I actually cried in the last dungeon.But now I’m starting to hiss…]

[Help, I started thinking about the picture of my treasure being fired when I saw the dungeon settings! 】

[Wait online, find a way to join the heirs. 】

"What, what?" Eyes wide open, eyes shrunk for a moment, looked away as if scalded, a circle of thick eyelashes trembled a few times.

"I said, I can help you." He frowned slightly, and his eyes fell on Lin Zhaoyun's face, "Is this the pure face you used to make your husband fall in love with you?"

Oliwen used very respectful vocabulary and said disrespectful words, obviously thinking of irony and belittling, but because of the wet and well-behaved gaze of the other party, his heart beat faster and his back went numb.

"Do you do that to everyone?"

Lin Zhaoyun's fingertips retracted abruptly, but Oliwen grabbed her suddenly, and his fingers could only be half-curled between his fingers.

Oliwen only felt that the skin of the thin white fingertips was squeezed between his fingers, and if he didn't hold it hard, it would soon slip away.

Before this, Oliwen had only seen the move of being carried out of the bathroom by the dead man wrapped in a blanket.

The delicate ankle joints are pink, the round toes are curled up, half of the face is exposed outside the blanket, falling asleep, shaking the slender eyelashes uneasily.

Taking care of Zhao, he never borrows the hands of others, and does everything by himself.

I heard that Zhao's health is not very good, and the family doctor often goes to the dormitory in the middle of the night.

Probably only the personal bodyguard White knows what happened.

Before, Oliwen sneered in his heart. The man who owns almost 80.00% of the rights in most of the continent and is called "Godfather" is just a vulgar person who is confused by beauty.

Although I do things for him and admire his iron fist, I still can't help laughing in my heart.

until he died suddenly.

This beautiful man was left behind.

I don't know if Austin was confused before he died, or if he had other plans and left 80.00% of the property to him.

There is a word in the East for what it is.

Embrace the guilt.

Without Austin's protection, what can this thin and sickly man do.

Austin has no heirs, and no one can continue to take care of and shelter him.

Maybe tomorrow I won't get up again.

It's okay if you are obedient, but if you are disobedient, crying, shouting, and struggling with trembling eyelashes will only lead to more fierce plundering.

After all, he used to be that man's person.

The villains will soon be swarming.

Originally, Olivan just wanted to see what was special about him in advance. After all, Austin was fascinated by him.

But now, it seems to be a little different from the original. He seemed to be bewitched by some kind of curse. Seeing that the other party didn't reply, he asked urgently, "What do you usually play with your husband?"

This is a pretty nasty question.

It's just that Lin Zhaoyun didn't understand the specific meaning of the other party, but felt that the other party was humiliating, not as respectful as his words, more like frivolity.

When he looked at other details of the background, he vaguely had a subtle understanding of himself.

Picked up from the street, a beautiful man with no background and only one face was raised in captivity, looking like a canary without resistance.

Of course he couldn't answer this question. After much deliberation, he found a very vague answer, and said in a muffled voice, "I don't remember, because there are many..."

These were just Lin Zhaoyun's perfunctory words, but Oliwen was stunned for a moment, breathing disorderly, and asked: "Any one is fine, let's talk about it."

Olivan even began to imagine some pitiful expressions in his mind.

If the squeamish man in front of him cried out in pain and cried, Austin was very tough and would never stop.

Lin Zhaoyun's scalp was numb from his question.

What to say.

Looking up a little, you can see the sharp jaw line and the thin lips that look cold.

Lin Zhaoyun bit her lip, wanting to quickly end this subtle and strange conversation, and after thinking about her own identity, she frowned and showed a slight impatient expression, and said softly, as if aggrieved: "Olivan, I'm hungry ..."

"I don't want to answer questions, I want to have breakfast first."

"Is there any mushroom soup today?"

……

If it wasn't for Oliwen, Lin Zhaoyun would definitely get lost in this maze-like baroque building.

The breakfast was very rich. Oliwen pulled out the high-back chair, and after Lin Zhaoyun took a seat, he gently pushed it in.

No need to do anything, just put a hearty meal in front of your eyes.

His appearance is different from the previous copy.

It's like pinching the face in the game. It's slightly changed, obviously not much, but it's a completely different style.

He is a little taller, but still thin and slender limbs, different from the previous two dungeons, his heroism is more prominent, his eyebrows and eyes are slightly melancholy, handsome and strangely beautiful and beautiful.

Although it is a little taller, it is still so small in front of these people who are almost 1.9 meters each.

The body is weak.

【Do you think it will be more attractive for me to pose like this...】

[Yes, I want to say the same thing, a fragile, melancholy, and handsome widow hahahaha...]

After eating, 886 told Lin Zhaoyun some details.

886: [This European continent is somewhat similar to your real world but different, so don't worry about these details. 】

Lin Zhaoyun: What happened to those heirs?

886: [The boss is dead, there must be someone to preside over the overall situation. 】

886: [Everyone calls your ex-husband, big brother. 】

When Lin Zhaoyun heard the words "your ex-husband", his scalp went numb again.

886: [They are all on their way here, and they will arrive one after another according to the distance. 】

Olivan left for some business, saying that someone would take his place, but no one came after waiting for a long time.

As the evening approached, Lin Zhaoyun finally heard someone say that someone had arrived.

According to the main task, the main npc may be the person who killed his ex-husband, so he should contact him if necessary.

The servant bowed his head respectfully: "I'll take you there."

"This way."

Lin Zhaoyun was taken to the back garden, and he saw tall and strong men gathered together from a distance.

As soon as he got closer, he heard something begging for mercy.

The man in black knelt on the ground, prostrate in front of a pair of leather shoes.

Tears flowed, cold sweat dripped down, and he kept crying, trying to hug those slender legs that were raised up, but the person behind him held him tightly, knocked him to the ground, and controlled his limbs.

The man sitting at the dessert table drinking tea, just rubbed his fingertips on the middle finger of his left hand, and then rested his chin with his palm, looking like he was bored.

Suddenly, he said coldly, "I'm disappointed in you."

The man was wearing a three-piece suit, meticulous from head to shoes, not even a single wrinkle in his trousers, with a golden brooch pinned to his chest.

Stand up.

The man lying on his back on the ground, with a terrified expression on his face, kept begging for mercy.

He bent down slowly, lowered his head and glanced at the man: "Old rules."

He suddenly exerted force on his foot, and stepped down hard, "Crack!" There was a sound of broken hand bones, and he stepped on the side of the opponent's neck, and with another force, the man's head went limp.

Rolled inch by inch.

It stepped on it abruptly, and the man let out a cry of extreme pain.

Lin Zhaoyun couldn't control it, covered his ears with a pale face, lowered his head and didn't dare to look, the soles of his feet seemed to be fixed in place by nails, his whole body was cold, and his fingers were covered with cold sweat.

A bit noisy, the man said.

The man lying down could still yell a little, but the people around him blocked the man's mouth with something, leaving only a muffled muffled sound as if he was being suffocated.

From the corner of his eye, he seemed to be able to see the man twitching in pain, his fingernails scratching the dirt.

The person beside him handed him a pitch-black object from his arms.

bang————

It was a wooden barn.

The man in pain ended his pain, and his body twitched for a moment, like a mass of dead flesh, without making a single sound.

"Clean up."

Lin Zhaoyun was so frightened by the loud voice that his mind went blank for a moment, and his shoulders shook.

Blood and white splattered in all directions, spreading to Lin Zhaoyun's toes, and the side of his face became hot, and some hot liquid splashed up.

Lin Zhaoyun's calf was trembling, and he raised his eyes tremblingly, and met those emerald eyes that were slightly covered by light-colored hair.

The man handed back the wooden bin in his hand to his subordinates, wiped his hands with a handkerchief, and carefully wiped the crevices of his fingers several times.

With a smile hanging on his pale and handsome face, he walked towards Lin Zhaoyun. Lin Zhaoyun quickly took two steps back, but was strangled by the waist.

Slowly wipe away the blood from the side of Lin Zhaoyun's face with his fingertips, bowed his head, and gave Lin Zhaoyun a cheek-to-cheek gift.

However, Lin Zhaoyun's calf softened and he collapsed straight down. Lin Zhaoyun was so frightened that he laughed lightly and pulled him up with one hand.

"Hello, sister-in-law."

He looked at Lin Zhaoyun still in shock, brushed away Lin Zhaoyun's slightly curly and scattered bangs with his fingertips, and leaned closer to look at his face.

Then I saw the terrible and beautiful appearance of panic.

Suddenly one hand turned into a tiger's mouth and encircled Lin Zhaoyun's narrow waist, as if making a gesture, the soft flesh squeezed out from between his fingers.

He paused for a moment, inexplicably feeling a little deeper breathing.

"How can I bear it?"

"Fold it twice."

Lin Zhaoyun raised his eyes in a daze, his lips moved, and after a while he stammered, "What do you mean..."

He stretched out his hand to pinch the back of Lin Zhaoyun's neck, and surrounded the neck with his palm, which was thin and white.

The pale and handsome face suddenly showed a serious expression, and he grinned: "I said, one hand can pinch your neck."

Lin Zhaoyun was frightened by his words for a moment, his eyes widened in panic, his mind was full of the struggle of the dead man just now, he pursed his lips and shook his head tremblingly, fingers on the other's meticulous suit, almost crying: "Don't do this , I am very afraid of pain..."

"Speaking of which, I thought it was you who did it."

He has a small face, easily held between Eli's fingers.

Lin Zhaoyun wanted to break free but couldn't, the tears in his eyes were about to fall, he said softly with white lips: "What?"

"I think you killed Austin."

"But right now, it's unlikely."

His fingertips were free on this slender and fragile neck, and the cold sweat on the back of the thin white neck soaked up the soft dark brown hair, sticking to the delicate neck flesh, and there was a scent on his body.

There is an illusion that if you get on it, you will be addicted.

"But now I think it's not easy for Austin not to play sister-in-law to death."

"My dear brother seems to have good self-control, if it were me..."

Lin Zhaoyun was so frightened that he was pushing back with his elbows and fingertips.

"Ma'am." A voice came from not far away, and Austin's personal bodyguard rushed over.

He frowned and nodded to Eli, "Hello, long time no see."

"White." Eli returned to his incomparable looseness, sat down at the table and took a sip of new tea.

"It's getting late, I'm going to take my wife back." White said this, and Eli didn't intend to stop him.

Lin Zhaoyun hurriedly moved to his side, grabbed his cuff, and they were about to leave.

Eli's unhurried voice came from behind: "Actually, I'm quite curious."

White turned to look at him: "What."

"You follow Austin closely. I heard that you can't leave. It's dangerous at night. You must be there at any time."

"Then I really want to know."

"When Austin was doing it, were you listening to the corner?"

"I don't believe you don't have other thoughts on your mind."

……

Lin Zhaoyun walked towards his bedroom with his neck hanging down, his palms and back were covered with fine sweat.

The two were speechless.

Lin Zhaoyun was embarrassed. He still understood Austin's words, and he was so embarrassed that he didn't even dare to look at the face of this reliable-looking bodyguard.

I thought that the other party must be embarrassed too.

But I was also thinking in my heart, it wouldn't really be what Eli said...

Fortunately, the other party didn't speak, and just escorted him back to the dormitory.

Lin Zhaoyun sat on the footrest of the bed panting, his body was not working well, and he began to feel uncomfortable after taking two steps.

When he recovered, Lin Zhaoyun kicked his toes forward, and White naturally squatted down to take off his shoes, undoing the small buckle little by little with his rough fingers.

"It's the first time I've seen Eli like this."

"Eh?" Lin Zhaoyun thought he was just chatting, so he answered casually.

"His personality is cloudy and uncertain, and he likes to kill."

"Offending him will not end well."

Lin Zhaoyun shuddered, thinking of the cold palm that the other party put on his neck just now, he felt horrified.

The face of the dead man was still lingering, and the drooping eyelashes trembled violently.

White raised his eyes, he was gently taking off his shoes, but at this moment he squeezed them hard, his palms were so rough that Lin Zhaoyun let out a shriek of pain, his shoulders slumped and his back almost collapsed.

"So, what did Ma'am do to him, make him look like he's obsessed with you, and say things to me that look like jealousy."

"Like, did what I did to my husband."

Lin Zhaoyun felt that there was something hidden in his words: "What's the matter...?"

"Touch the instep of Mr.'s foot under the table with the tips of your toes."

"Open your mouth and ask Mr. to help you see if the tip of your tongue is bitten."

"Bend down and let Mr. apply the medicine to you."

"Such a delicate thing."

Lin Zhaoyun:?

886: [Good guy! 】