HP: The Shadow Returns

"What's your name?" Sansaro slowly walked forward with lowered eyes and asked the tearful werewolf girl.

"Lita Schaaf, my brother's name is Crowley," she said, wrapping her arms tightly around the boy.

"Your brother, he is going to die" Sansaro said calmly, looking at her.

"Crowley...please, save him"

At this time, Dusawa was expressionless, standing aside with his hands behind his back and saying coldly, "You should change your title to something more appropriate."

She just finished speaking.

In the team, an extremely strong young man suddenly stood up when the two of them were not paying attention. He held a dagger hidden somewhere in his hand and rushed towards Sansaro.

It's really interesting. Sansaro stood there without making any movement, and the calmness in her eyes never wavered.

When the two of them were still ten centimeters apart, the young man's face showed shock. An unfamiliar force directly made him hang in the air, his clothes were dangling, and some intricate wounds were vaguely exposed.

"I don't like disobedient people, especially in my territory." Sansaro turned his head and looked up at him without any emotion.

"Why do you have the confidence to think that you can challenge me with bare hands?"

Before the sound lingered, he was thrown heavily into the corner of the stone pillar. The muffled groan was mixed with a crisp cracking sound, which was so loud in the silent hall.

The bones were most likely broken. The others' eyes were wide open and they didn't dare to breathe. A brown-haired girl lay on the ground and couldn't help but tremble.

"Master, that dagger..."

Sansaro ignored Dusava and raised his hand to interrupt Dusava's words. Then he turned his attention to the werewolf girl Rita and asked.

"You want me to save him?"

She obviously hadn't gotten over the recent incident, so she looked at Sansaro blankly and nodded.

Her green eyes flashed slightly, and she slowly knelt down to look at the brown-skinned girl with her eyes open and anxious.

"Of course I can save him, Rita, but there is a condition." Sansaro raised his fingers and slowly lifted a strand of hair from her forehead, looked at her and said with a smile.

"How about doing me a favor?"

She slowly transformed a dark dagger from her hand and placed it on the girl's slender palm.

Seeing the smile on Sansaro's face, Rita was a little confused as to why she was holding the dagger. Then she saw the "master" raising his slender fingers and pointing at the young man who was about to faint in the corner.

"He was just about to kill me, did you see that? Go help me slit his throat."

Rita's hands shook violently. She had never killed anyone. Even during the most difficult period as a werewolf, she and her brother only killed one deer at most.

What to do... Looking at those cold green eyes, she understood that the other party would not have any room for negotiation, not to mention that they were just her slaves.

"We don't have much time," Sansaro reminded kindly, bending his eyes.

Feeling Crowley's breathing getting weaker and weaker in her arms, her heart gradually hardened. She couldn't wait any longer, couldn't... They were the only family she had.

She must not lose him.

Rita suppressed her trembling hands, gently placed her brother on the floor, stood up and walked stiffly towards the injured boy.

Sansaro looked at her back with a smile, and glanced at Dusava, who understood the situation and took a blanket and put it under little Crowley.

The boy stared at Rita squatting next to him without blinking. The severe pain in his back made him unable to say a word.

Rita looked into his dark eyes and thought of the dead deer. She held her breath, closed her eyes and said:

"Feel sorry"

After saying that, she stabbed his neck hard, and the next second she felt warm liquid splashing on her face, hands, and legs.

She could even hear the gurgling sound in her throat.

Rita didn't dare to open her eyes. She stood up and tried to step back, but she slipped on the blood on the ground. In a daze, she heard the other slaves secretly taking a breath.

"Fear will eat your heart. Don't be afraid. Just open your eyes."

Sansaro's cold and seductive words slowly surrounded her from behind, and her voice came to her ears. Rita slowly opened her eyes in fear, her pupils trembling crazily and shrinking.

Blood swallowed her sight, and the dead deer overlapped with the corpse in front of her, until Sansa Luo took her cold hand and praised her with a smile.

"Well done, Lita, you have grown up a big step, which is something to be happy about. Your brother will also be reborn because of your growth."

After hearing her brother, Rita's dazed pupils gradually focused.

She murmured "Yes, I... am growing."

Sansaro smiled and stretched out his hand. Black mist visible to the naked eye rushed down from his sleeves as if alive, and penetrated straight into the body of the dying boy who was missing his eyes on the floor.

"Uh...uh..." He twitched in pain for a moment, and the black mist penetrated continuously like maggots attached to the bones. The scene was both terrifying and terrifying.

Rita began to become nervous when she saw his painful look. She lifted her steps, but was restrained in place by Sansaro's hand.

Her voice is cool and soft, with a lazy hoarseness, but it makes people feel dazed for a moment.

"Don't be nervous, it will be fine soon. The pain is normal."

In the black mist, no one could see what was happening inside. As time passed, a tall black wolf stepped out and appeared in the hall. They bared their mouths full of fangs and their eyes were full of ferocity. green light.

His empty right eye shone with a faint light as if there was an emerald embedded in it, and the fur on his body glowed with a faint black mist, which was extremely spectacular and terrifying.

Others were immediately shocked, they had never seen such power.

"Crowley?" Rita opened her mouth. She couldn't even believe that this wolf was her thin brother who was struggling on the edge of life and death.

Watching the black wolf slowly transform into a pale and handsome boy in front of him, a brand new green eye grew out of the black eye socket, and he had a brand new pair of heterochromatic pupils.

The important thing is that the mark on his neck that will be with him for the rest of his life is gone.

Scanning the astonishment on the faces of Lita and other slaves, Sansaro slowly raised a bewitching smile on his face.

"I said he was going to be fine, right?"

The black mist beside him turned into a robe and covered his body. His face showed firm loyalty, and he slowly bent his knees and knelt down on one knee in front of her.

"Owner"

"I accept your loyalty, rise up, Crowley"

Sansaro's sharp brows turned slightly cold. She walked up the stone steps in the center. The magic stone hanging in the center began to rotate faster, and a steady stream of energy poured into Sansaro's body.

Madness replenished the magic she suddenly lacked just now.

The scarlet light shone on Sansaro's pale and beautiful face. She looked at everyone with a calm gaze, her thin lips were slightly opened, but the light words carried a heavy weight.

"I don't care about anything that happened before you came here. Since you belong to me now, you must follow my rules. You should know it very well."

Although she lost one person, Sansaro didn't really care. She needed some people to help her, but she didn't necessarily have to choose them all.

She only focuses on those who are loyal and truly valuable and can be used by her.

"Dusava, arrange them well and don't let me down again. I want them to run the castle in an orderly manner tomorrow."

"Of course, if it makes me feel satisfied." Finally, she glanced at the slaves with different expressions with her faint eyes, "I will not be stingy with my reward."