Your Highness Doubi, please take the call: Queen Momoda

Chapter 81

There was a burst of noisy voices, playful and chaotic male voices, mixed with accents from all over the world, so abrupt in this noble and high-end place.

Lu Feifan tried his best to restrain himself, came out from between Roland's lips, and looked back at those inexplicable intruders with gloomy eyes.

All of them had hair as long as weeds, beards, and ragged clothes, and the stench came from far away.

"Get out-"

Those beggar-like men flinched slightly when they saw his ferocious appearance, and looked at each other, knowing that this place was not a place for them to speak nonsense.

They all backed out tremblingly, were they let go? ?
But at the beginning, that person made a vow, not only gave each of them some money, but also told them that he would take them to a place in the future, and there would be a beauty for them to enjoy casually.

However, they were brought to this place. Although there was a woman, she was hugged by that ferocious man. They just couldn't see what she was like, and they were thrown out by this man's stern words.

This is a dignified place, if you meet someone casually, it might be some kind of young master, they dare not act rashly, maybe a casual sentence can make them die without knowing how.

Although the few people were scared, they still had something in their hearts when they were played like this. Lu Feifan happened to overhear what they were muttering while walking.

"stop--"

For a moment, Lu Feifan's eyes were strange, like a storm.

He wrapped Roland carefully with a bed sheet, and hugged him tightly again. There was incense here, and his eyes began to blur again. He wanted to leave here as soon as possible.

However, just as he was about to get up, his body staggered, and his strength was about to be lost again. Let alone holding Roland, he was about to die.

His breath was also rough, and his face was slightly fumigated. He took out the Swiss knife from his pocket and opened it.

There was already dried scarlet blood on the cold blade. He leaned Roland in his arms, and pulled up the cuff of his left hand with his right hand, exposing his arm with a scar.

Probably because of the shallowness, the wound no longer bleeds, but there are red spots on the arm, which is a little scary.

His eyes suddenly darkened, and he lifted the knife in his hand, and a new wound was suddenly added on his arm, and the blood was blurred.

He blinked slightly, no, he couldn't feel the pain anymore, the incense here was too strong, he wanted to take Roland out quickly, but after a while, Roland fell asleep again.

Thinking of this, he seemed to use a lot of strength to stroke his arm.

A piercing pain swept over, and the swiss knife in his hand fell on the carpet, and the blood on his arm dripped down his hand.

The homeless men standing at the door were all frightened when they saw him like this, and stood there dumbfounded.

This man stopped them, was he just letting them stand here and watch him torture himself.

Lu Feifan held back the pain, he hugged Roland up and down, and his blood flowed even more violently, staining the white sheet covering Roland red.

(End of this chapter)