Hunting Cards! Star Dragon

"Hahaha, it's so itchy. I almost thought you were licking my feet."

This is a body with dragon blood flowing in it. Even a full-strength attack from a monster would be difficult to break through, let alone the mouth of a bad woman.

"Then it's my turn."

With her foot on Count Frost Ling's head, Erica took the Countess's right hand and gently stroked her slender, well-maintained fingers.

Click——!

Accompanied by a crisp sound of broken bones, Earl Frost Ling's middle finger was twisted in an incredible direction.

The pain of having his fingers broken and connected to his heart caused Earl Frost Ling's sexy body, which was pressed on the bed, to tremble violently.

"Well!!!"

Even so, Count Shuang Ling couldn't scream. And even if he bit the jade foot in his mouth hard, the other party didn't care.

Click, click~!

The two consecutive crisp sounds that followed were so painful that tears kept flowing from the corners of Earl Frost's eyes.

"I advise you to confess as soon as possible to avoid further physical pain. Otherwise, you won't be able to save your remaining fingers!"

"Well?!!"

He kept twisting his body and shaking his head. It was unclear whether Earl Frost Ling was in pain or wanted to express something.

Click!

After the fourth crisp sound, only the thumb on Earl Frost Ling's right hand was still intact.

"You don't even want to say this?"

Hoshimi: "Erica..."

Xingjian's voice suddenly sounded.

Erica: "Well, what's wrong?"

Xingjian: "You didn't ask any questions."

Not to mention that you blocked Lord Frostling's mouth with your foot, so even if she wanted to speak, she couldn't.

The most important thing is, no matter what you want Earl Frost Ling to explain, at least raise the question.

"Oh, did I forget to ask?"

"Well!!"

Even with his mouth gagged, Earl Frostling still tried to nod.

"Okay, let's start over."

"Well!!!"

Earl Frostling was in despair.

What does it mean to start over?

Are these fingers of mine broken in vain?

The innocent smile of a girl beside her loose silver hair, illuminated by the pink light, made Earl Frost Ling feel a terror he had never felt before.

"The question, then, is..."

The next second, Erica's smile instantly faded, replaced by a seriousness in her ice-blue eyes that was completely different from the playful look just now.

"Who is the owner of the Dragon Fighting Arena?"

The Dragon Fighting Arena is a unique form of entertainment that the Snow Tiger Empire only provides to the powerful and wealthy upper-class aristocrats and wealthy businessmen.

Using the life-and-death battle between dragons and humans as a gimmick, and spilling extremely realistic blood, it stimulates the gradually numb sense of happiness of the rich people.

It can be said to be the largest black industry hidden under the prosperous appearance of Granna.

Before that, Erica's hunting group had also investigated the composition of the Dragon Fighting Arena.

However, each time, he could only find out about the level of Earl Shuang Ling.

It is obvious that a mere earl is not enough to support such a huge underground industry.

Earl Frost Ling was just the chess piece that was pushed out.

At first, the White Lion Duchy was just curious about which nobleman from the Snow Tiger Empire was organizing the Dragon Fighting Arena.

But the more we investigated, the more we realized that things were not going right.

Finally, the leader of Erica's hunting group made a guess that left everyone dumbfounded, but was very reasonable.

The Dragon Fighting Arena might be connected to the dead dragons of the Night Parade of a Hundred Dragons. Furthermore, the true owner of the Dragon Fighting Arena might not even be a noble from the Snow Tiger Empire.

The powerful and wealthy nobles are just part of their money-making process.

After hearing Erica's question, Earl Frost Ling's eyes became even more frightened than when his finger was broken just now.

"Then I'll give you one chance. But if you dare to scream, even your last finger will be lost."

Erica removed her foot from her mouth.

Earl Frost Ling didn't say anything, but the emotions in his eyes were extremely complicated.

Obviously, I didn't plan to say it.

"It seems like my sister isn't going to cooperate."

This time, she didn't stuff it in. Erica just stepped on Earl Frostling's mouth with her foot to prevent her from screaming in pain and attracting troublemakers.

The complex expression in Earl Frost Ling's eyes gradually became firm, as if to say, even if you break my last thumb, I will never tell!

Bah——!

The gushing blood caused Earl Frost Ling's pupils to shrink rapidly.

Erica picked up the fruit knife on the table and cut off the countess's thumb.

Normally, due to the paralyzing aroma, even if there were sharp weapons in the room, they wouldn't pose a threat to Earl Frostling. But today was an exception.

The hot red liquid stained the new sheets, sprinkled on the Count's sexy body, and sprayed on Erica's fair and clean cheeks.

At this moment, the pure boy (girl) bathed in blood looks like a real devil.

"I said you couldn't save your last finger, but I didn't say just break it~"

"Well!!!"

The intense pain that went beyond the broken bones, accompanied by the fear that gradually spread in his heart, made Earl Frostling twitch all over and tears flow out.

"Two~"

"Three~"

"Four~"

It was like the countdown of falling into hell. After Erica rang four times, only the last middle finger was left on Earl Frostling's right hand.

The hot blood stained the originally spotless white sheets, changing their color.

By the time Erica took her feet away, Earl Frostling had completely lost the strength to shout.

Saliva, tears, snot, and various unknown liquids mixed together, highlighting the extreme despair in the eyes at this moment.

"I advise you to speak quickly." Erica put her mouth close to the Countess's ear and whispered: "Sister, you still have six fingers~"

No matter how gentle the tone was, the sound that flowed into his ear canal, as if directly stimulating the nerves in his brain, further intensified Earl Frost Ling's despair.

Xingjian: "I have a feeling that you are enjoying this, Erica?"

Xingjian had long known that Erica was crazy.

But I didn't expect that Erica was crazy in more than one aspect.

"Five..." The blood-stained fruit knife in Erica's hand was already against the base of the Countess's last middle finger.

It seems that this hand cannot be saved.

By the time you become Doraemon, it will be too late to regret.

"Yan!" Earl Shuang Ling finally uttered a word with his drooling mouth trembling.

"inflammation?"

"Grand Duke of Flame Wolf!"

It was nothing more than falling from one despair to another. Unable to bear the pain, Earl Frostling finally said that name.

Bah——!

However, Earl Frostling's last finger was cut off by Erica.

"Come up with a decent lie, sister. Don't try to trick me with a dead person. I've read history books."

Grand Duke Yanlang, a founding hero of the Snow Tiger Empire.

The Grand Duke, who holds the title of War Ghost, once led 300 cavalrymen and swept through nearly 10,000 cavalrymen of the border barbarians.

He also once challenged an ancient dragon alone and cut off one of its horns.

Its own strength can be said to have completely surpassed the realm that humans should be in.

Such a famous figure has of course been recorded in the history books of various countries.

Grand Duke Yanlang died in the year 677 of the Dragon Era.

"You're trying to trick me with a dead person from a hundred years ago. Sister is really a bad woman."

"No, no." Earl Frostling shook his head. "I'm telling the truth. The master of the Dragon Fighting Arena is Duke Flame Wolf."

Looking at the miserable look of various liquids intertwined on Count Frost Ling's face, Erica felt that she was not lying.

Maybe she wasn't lying.

No matter how the Grand Commander investigated, he couldn't find out the connection between the Dragon Fighting Arena and the nobles of the Snow Tiger Empire.

This is because the noble who controls Granna's largest underground industry is a fictitious noble who does not exist at all and is considered dead by history.

When Grand Duke Yanlang was alive, his status was higher than that of ordinary dukes and he was almost on par with the emperor of the empire.

If such a person is controlling the Dragon Fighting Arena behind the scenes, although it sounds absurd, it actually has some rationality.

"So why would the Flame Wolf Grand Duke, who died a hundred years ago, appear in Granna?"

"I don't know, I don't know." Earl Shuang Ling cried and shook his head: "I am only responsible for helping with management, I don't know anything else."

"A chess piece really needs to know too much." Erica felt that she had made a huge profit by getting the name of Grand Duke Flame Wolf.

As for why the Grand Duke of Flame Wolf, who had been dead for more than a hundred years, would appear in Granna and control the Dragon Fighting Arena.

Erica could only empathize and say that she was also a dead person, and now she was being tortured by a woman.

Just as Erica had said before, the ten extra minutes she could live every day after she died were all gifts from the Star Dragon.

So, using these ten minutes to save more lives, wouldn’t that be a huge profit?

"That's a good answer, sister. As a reward, you'll die painlessly~"

Finally, Erica put the bright red fruit knife against Earl Frostling's chest.

"No, no. I don't want to die yet."

"Your Excellency, you know that no one wants to die."

If you want to save more lives, the method is very simple.

In addition to continuing to investigate the dragon fighting arena, which uses the lives of dragons and humans as a form of entertainment.

Directly eliminating this evil Countess who has killed countless young and beautiful boys is equivalent to saving the lives of countless young men.

There was no mercy or hesitation in Erica's eyes.

As if this is the natural thing.

Although some aspects of Erica's personality seem crazy, she can be roughly categorized as absolutely just.

Fight for all that is beautiful in the world and cut off the ugly evil.

"Go exchange experiences with other people who also don't want to die, sister~"

The tip of the knife pierced into Earl Frost Ling's chest. The bed sheet was in a terrible state and was stained by various mysterious liquids that were discharged, making it unbearable to look at.