My Origin is Your Wife

As long as I think that when Sakura lost consciousness, it was her name that was murmured, I feel very uncomfortable.

Eltruchi tightened her grip on the dagger little by little.

Who are you?

I am the ancient king's lander, and I am a real princess.

Even if the old man Bai Yigong is unhappy with him, he can't wait to go out and kill himself.But in the parliament, he still had to respectfully call himself "His Royal Highness Brunstadt".

The blade of Qianduan creaked and creaked in Erte Luqi's hand, but the hand covered with blood-red light was intact.

Eltruchi wantonly vented her dissatisfaction.

"Haha——" She smiled, and exerted force on her hand, and the knife in Liang Yi's hand... broke.

Hiding far away, watching the knife in Liang Yi's hand break, Gongzuka Wu Yuexin almost jumped out of his chest.

How to do?

How to do!

If even the two rituals can't stop that guy, who in this city can stop her.

Gongzuka Wuyue suddenly thought of a dark purple figure.

But... Fujino-sama has already gone back, and I don't have Asakami Fujino's phone number, I only have Sakura's.

You can't let Sakura know what's going on here.Yumizuka Itsuki threw the mobile phone into the bag, let out a cute and weird noise, and rushed towards Erte Luqi.

The shattered blade bounced off, Liang Yi tilted her head, and a piece of blade brushed past her ear, scratching her auricle with pain.

A strand of jet-black hair fell down, followed by the sensation of scorching blood dripping across his cheek.

The two rituals raised their broken knives and slashed straight down.

laugh--

With a ripping sound, Eltruchi fled backwards.

The long black silk dress was almost cut open vertically by a broken knife, revealing the lustrous, almost moonlight fair skin underneath and the girl's slightly undulating soft curves.

From the perspective of the two ceremonies, it can be distinguished that Erte Luqi should only be wearing the long black silk dress.

You can also see... a little bit of thin blood lines blooming on the skin.

"It's a little bit crooked." The two rituals murmured.

This knife was just an ordinary knife wound, only a finger away from the dead line.

My own knife... shouldn't be crooked.

Is the ancestor in front of you too fast?

Or... I have become dull.

or something else?

Covering her chest with her left hand to prevent her skirt from slipping off, Eltruchi watched the two rituals coldly.

The slender blood lines cut vertically disappeared quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

But the skirt has been completely torn, and the incision on the lower edge has been cut all the way to the upper abdomen. The girl's white and tender skin and round curves are naked in the cold wind

Eltruchi covered her chest with her left hand and grabbed her skirt.

The bloody light condensed around her right hand before was spinning and growing like the vines of a rose, spreading its branches and leaves, and finally turned into a crimson rapier that she held in her hand.

"Two ceremonies..."

Gently chanting the name that Sakura had heard over and over again, Elte Lucy raised her bloody foil.

"The game...has just begun."

Although she only had one hand left, she rushed towards the two rituals at a speed several times faster than before.

The nearly full moon hanging in the night sky was covered with a faint blood color.

···

Her heart seemed to be held by an invisible hand, and Sakura saw something bad in her dream.

Thoughts were reorganized one by one, and she moved her fingers lightly.

I am very tired.

No... It's mentally exhausting.

A feeling of sleepiness, as if the spirit that dominated the body had lost its strength.

Sakura gasped softly.

A slim figure was sitting on the edge of the bed, with two slender legs wrapped in delicate black silk, dangling in furry shoes.

The imaginative smooth black silk is shrouded in a seductive luster under the moonlight.

"Sakura!?" Asakami Fujino heard the faint sound of breathing, and held Sakura's hand nervously.

Asakami Fujino couldn't help worrying about the cold hands.