The big guy kept dying and became a white moonlight

Chapter 1830 Want to Blaspheme Today (49)

"Ivy, the position of the saint originally belonged to you. It was Xibel who took your position and your family honor!" Mrs. Ingrid repeated this sentence to Ivy very persistently.

She told Ivy repeatedly that it was Xibel who took her position, and all of this was Xibel's fault. If there was no Xibel, the saint should have belonged to Ivy!

Listening to Mrs. Ingrid's words and looking at Mrs. Ingrid's extremely determined eyes, Ivy's mood changed dramatically.

Ivy bit her lips silently, sat beside Mrs. Ingrid, lowered her head and did not speak.

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In Slenthal Manor, Hibel couldn't wait to sit on the swing she recently made after having breakfast.

Xibel has been very concerned about this swing these days. After all, life in the manor every day is too boring, and he can't go out to play, and nothing interesting happens.

And every day, I have to fight wits with Xavier in learning magic.

She really didn't want to learn magic, and her face was full of pain.

The butler passing by in the garden glanced at Xibel, who was lazily swinging on the swing, and said casually, "Your Highness, be careful not to fall."

Sibel was sitting on the swing, holding the vine with her hand, and the toe of one foot tapped the ground lightly.

The butler was a little far away from her, and Xibel couldn't hear clearly what the butler said to her for a moment.Xibel suddenly paused on her toes, she raised her head blankly, and asked the housekeeper, "What did you say?"

The butler stopped and was about to walk over, but saw the next scene.Immediately, the butler opened his eyes wide, and said to Xibel: "Your Highness, be careful!"

It turned out that it was because of the inertia of the swing and the fact that there was a gust of wind just now, and Xibel's toes that were temporarily touching the ground did not stand still at all.Then, because of the wind, the swing under Hiber began to swing forward violently.

Xibel was not frightened by the sudden wind, but was frightened by the scream of the housekeeper.

"hiss--"

Hiber frowned.

The butler didn't even care about the things in his hands, so he hurried over.

The steward came to Xibel, and he asked Xibel with concern: "Your Highness, how are you doing, is there anything wrong?"

Xavier, who was in the bedroom on the second floor of the attic, heard the movement downstairs. He frowned slightly, walked to the window and opened it, and saw the girl sitting on the garden swing.

But it looks like something just happened.

Xavier pursed his lips slightly, he came down from the stairs, his snow-colored clothes brushed against the window sill, and in the next second, a tall and beautiful beauty appeared beside the housekeeper and Xibel.

Today's weather is a bit hot, and there are only Xavier and the housekeeper in the manor on weekdays, so Xibel doesn't need to care about the image of the saint at all, just lazily in the manor without wearing socks, just casually A pair of white moccasins.

The butler noticed the girl's reddened ankle, his expression changed immediately, and he asked in a panic, "Your Highness, did you twist your foot?"

The corner of Xibel's mouth twitched slightly, she moved her left ankle, then nodded and said: "Should, maybe, maybe."

"Why are you still bruised?" The butler looked at the broken skin on Xibel's ankle, groaned, and said to Xibel quickly: "Your Highness, please sit on the swing and wait a moment, I will go and give it to him right away." Get your medicine here!"

(End of this chapter)