Ark, I, the Lord of the Succubus Court

No, she is better than Her Highness Abrana... She gives people the feeling that she is very trustworthy and worthy of trust, the kind of person you can rely on.

Otherwise, she would not have believed him, and even betrayed Her Highness Abrana and secretly taken away so many people from the Deep Pool.

Now why is this happening?

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Sarkaz... the demon has revealed his true face. Is he finally going to carry out his hidden plans?

Yes, how could she be so lucky? When she was about to die, she met Her Highness Abrana. When she wanted to do something for the people of Tara, but didn't know how to make everyone live a good life, she met a smart and reliable person who could lead everyone to live a good life.

"Don't think too much, Mandra! The Sarkaz in front of you has bad intentions, reach out and pick up your staff now!"

Mandela said loudly to herself in her heart.

The white fingertips trembled.

In the end, Mandela did not reach out to pick up his staff.

She still just stood there in a daze.

It's like I can't accept what's happening in front of me.

There were even faint glimmers of tears in those light grey-green eyes.

Obviously, obviously she likes it...

The terrible thing I imagined in my mind did not happen.

Mandela was surprised to find that Luo Ji just hugged her.

It feels very warm, cozy, just like a long time ago when the weather was very cold and rainy and I was able to stay next to a small fireplace with a glow of fire.

It's very warm and soothing, and if you reach out and touch it, you'll even feel like you're being burned.

So hot?

What a strange thing...

Mandela felt unusually hot.

It was gently touching her delicate skin.

It was very hot, so hot that it was even a little scary.

Mandela felt Luo Ji holding her face.

She frowned in confusion and looked up at the Sarkaz in front of her.

After a long while, until she felt her mind becoming increasingly confused and her tongue a little numb, as if she had been robbed, she realized belatedly that Luo Ji had kissed her.

how come?

Now, right here?

Aren't they supposed to be doing important things?

Mandela felt her mind was in a mess and she couldn't figure out what was happening.

"Mandela, I'm injured and I need you to help me with a little favor."

Luo Ji looked into her eyes and said softly.

Mandela frowned, but nodded with a confused look on her face.

"What else?"

She suddenly asked again.

"Don't worry, trust your men."

Luo Ji picked her up and walked into a nearby hotel with her.

Don't you need to worry about other things?

It is not needed for the time being. Relatively speaking, restoring strength is more important.

His teammates were very bad, but Reed's teammates were not bad at all. After the news of the Duke of Stafford's execution and the surrender of the garrison in the territory spread, the Duke of Wellington and the Duke of Caster of Victoria arrived at Londinium before the Duke of Cavendish.

The Duke of Wellington was a Tara man. He supported the rise of Reed, who was also a Tara man, and possessed one of the strongest military forces in Victoria.

The Duke of Castor, who arrived at Londinium together, judged that the situation was hopeless and it was impossible for him to become the Queen. He half compromised and half rationally chose to invest in reeds.

The Duke of Wellington had already stationed his men outside the city of Londinium to assist in the defense, while the Duke of Castor entered the palace alone to offer his blessings to the Queen for her trust.

More importantly, Luo Ji discovered that Weicao had a new supporter:

Bacchus at the Scarlet Theatre.

This guy who likes to create tragedy is inexplicably also a character in their camp.

108 Mandela was defeated

A strong supporter, a powerful force whose actions are unpredictable, a guy who likes tragedy and likes to create tragedy.

Dionysus is the source of Luo Ji's eagerness to recover his strength.

He was not familiar with Dionysus.

The Succubus King, who loves indulgence and pleasure, is also not familiar with Dionysus, a guy who loves tragedy and exudes negative emotions all over his body.

Unfamiliarity means unknown.

Unknown means variables, and variables mean accidents may happen.

Brother One Hundred Yuan is the kind of temporary ally who can anticipate the worst-case scenario. What he is planning and what goals he wants to achieve are all known, and he knows clearly that there is no conflict of interest between them.

The Scarlet Troupe's Bacchus is different.

It is hard to imagine what this guy who loves tragedy and is neurotically sentimental wants.

Why would Dionysus support the reed?

Did He write a new miserable script with Reed as the protagonist?

Luo Ji was worried that Dionysus was just a superficial brother.

Supporting Wei Cao on the surface, but secretly plotting to harm Wei Cao

He specializes in mobile fraud, and it is hard to believe that the purpose and interests belong to unknown parties.

The key issue also involves Wei Cao and his wives in the harem.

No accidents can happen to beautiful girls!

If something happens to a beautiful girl... I always feel like she'll be turned into a pigeon and coo to a new world.

Facing an enemy of this level, he must return to his peak state as soon as possible.

Those shapeshifters?

Those guys can't be relied upon!

He remembered why these shapeshifters always behaved so strangely!

These idiots are playing ranked games while discussing nihilistic philosophy with Victorian teacher Golding!

No wonder he got mixed up right away.

I have lost interest in the promotion matches and am now addicted to tragic literature.

Hey ~

What kind of teammates are Kazdel?

In comparison, Lord Blood Demon and Little Cat Egg Roll are such honest people that you can kind of know what Lord Blood Demon is thinking and what he might do.

He also had to find a way to pull those shapeshifters out of their mental dilemma.

Damn it, I’ve experienced everything, and now I feel life is boring?

I guess those shapeshifters don't go online and can't experience the diversity of human beings.

Perhaps, they should experience the feeling of being backstabbed and critically hit by their teammates. The Succubus King's Court, who is also their teammate, stole the beautiful Golding girl who they were talking philosophy to.

Let the tragic Victorian beauty Golding indulge in carnal desires, no longer wanting to care about Victoria, and no longer caring about other things, just wanting to be satisfied.

Just imagining it makes me feel extremely immoral.

There is also an extreme sense of pleasure in taking revenge on teammates who have betrayed you.

You can't even count on your brother who only gives you a hundred dollars.

He might help deal with Victoria's affairs, but wanting Him to help rescue his other wives in the harem?

Emmmm…let your brother-in-law save his other women?

Goodbye, eh? Although Brother One Hundred Yuan is essentially an honest man, you can’t bully an honest man like that, because an honest man will explode.

He could only keep an eye on the god of wine himself to prevent him from doing something behind his back.

……

……

The dark clouds that were blown away had already gathered again over Victoria, and the rain clouds had even become thicker.

The rain seems to be getting heavier.

The wind is also very strong.

The whimpering sound of the wind blowing through the streets and alleys even sounded like the howling of a ghost.

The hotel is a bit old and some of the windows are loose.

Bang… Snap…

Bang...pop!

When the wind whistled past, it pressed down slightly towards the house with a bang. When the wind stopped temporarily, the window suddenly bounced up again, and the glass on top trembled continuously, making a series of popping sounds.

The wind once again came, bringing with it rain, which hit the glass with a bang. Countless raindrops splashed and then merged with the remaining water droplets to form a small stream rushing down.

Lots of water.

The warm breath swept across the glass, and due to the temperature difference between indoors and outdoors, a hazy mist formed on the inner glass after a long time.

I could only vaguely see Mandela's face, and she seemed a little dazed.

The mist on the glass soon disappeared in the cold air brought by the wind, reflecting Mandela's light gray-green eyes.

His eyes were hazy and wet, slightly narrowed, revealing a blank look in his eyes.

It's like being stuck in a dream and unable to extricate oneself.

The lips stained with water moved for a moment, and he uttered two words in a faint dream: "Liar."

Whispering these two words seemed to drain all of Mandela's strength.

The delicate and white throat swallowed hard several times, as if a lot of sweet saliva was secreted in the mouth.

After a while, Mandela's eyes trembled slightly, and the cute cat ears on her long hair also trembled, as if she heard a sound that had been echoing.

The sound of dripping water and the sound of dripping rain.

And that embarrassing sound?

Biting her lips hard, Mandela found that the embarrassing voice dropped away.

Would she actually make such an embarrassing and shameful sound?

I wouldn't lie.

Like a kitten washing its face with saliva, Mandela used the back of her delicate hand to wipe away the crystal water line on her chin.

A ferocious expression flashed across the little face, but it was completely present and then quickly collapsed into a look of almost bursting into tears.

He didn't even have time to utter the curses and swears as they turned into sobs and choking, shameful cries.

It's totally useless.

'fraud! ’

'fraud! ’

The remnant realized that Mandela was cursing in his mind.