The gods crowned her [Famous Book]

In fact, he has always loved to appreciate all things beautiful.Unfortunately, he prefers to destroy with his own hands.

For example, at this moment, in the turquoise pupils he was looking at Ivy, his sober infatuation was clearly revealed, mixed with the desire to tear her alive.

Ivy Wellesley, who is so far away, looks so weak, it seems that one hand can crush the thin shoulder blades covered under the black taffeta, and it should be accompanied by screams of horror. There was a crisp sound of clicking.

He really wanted to crush this fragile white paper, just like destroying an exquisite jade white porcelain, watching it crumble into ashes in the palm of his hand and in the fire, he thought that this would bring him unparalleled Pleasure and pleasure, these rising thoughts are like a writhing poisonous snake licking the crevices of his soul, urging the master to put them into reality, just like he used to flay people alive.

Ivy stood opposite him, seeing clearly the tumbling impulse in his eyes.

She smiled patiently, making herself look full of respect for the officer, but also calm enough, and even stared into his eyes coldly, standing calmly in front of the huge oil painting painted on the wall. The black dress is like the unfathomable vortex of the dark night, making her look like an unattainable goddess under the altar.

Such an attitude was like a basin of ice water, which quickly extinguished the burning flame in Lucas' heart.

Usually, the begging and cries of those young girls are often like oxygen that fuels the fire, making his animal nature that needs to be vented more excited, and thus his actions become more unscrupulous.

Instead, it was the calmness of the woman in front of him that calmed him down.

"Such jokes are not funny." He lit a cigarette, the flame flickering between his fingers. "In my territory, no one has ever dared to take anything from me."

"I can grant your request, and I can also take off your head." His expression was not only half a smile, but also a warning without any joking meaning.

In his eyes, the human head is just a container that can be used to please, and he has tried to put a good Sauvignon wine in it more than once, and the liquid that comes out is brown and red, and it is hard to tell whether it is blood or wine.

But his threat seems to be of no use to Ivy, she still has a happy smile on her face, this iris stretches its swaying stems and leaves in the night, its sea-blue eyes narrow slightly, looking at him meaningfully: "If you really want to be an enemy of my elder brother, then do so. If there is no accident, he will clean up your family, and maybe send their heads to you without hesitation."

She also talked about the sensational word "human head" in a relaxed tone, and also supported her white chin with a half-smile, waiting for his reaction with the most indifferent attitude.

Her expression was so determined that Lucas had no doubt that her duke brother would take such cruel revenge for his sister. If he really touched a hair of her, Arthur Wellesley might use cruelty. Pay it back a hundredfold way.

The subconscious mind reminded him so indifferently that the woman in front of him is indeed his own subject alone, but she is definitely not a charming rose who is willing to be bullied.

Even if she fell into the mud for a while, there was always a pair of firm and strong hands to support her slender waist.

"I was just joking, but the princess took it seriously." Lucas let the gray smoke ring cover his gloomy face, but he couldn't hear anything strange in his voice.

"That's not a funny joke at all," Ivy shot back.

"It seems that I displeased the princess." Lucas took a breath, and the lingering smoke dissipated in the air, "Then I have no choice but to give up the things you like to appease our beautiful lady's anger. .”

Seemingly trying to appease the young princess, or simply to please this beautiful iris, Lucas even agreed to her request to choose a death row prisoner as a servant.

So Ivy seemed to check the name of Roy very casually, the brother who everyone begged for rescue, the heir to the nobility who dared to resist.

She walked down the stairs of the castle, and saw a frightened girl hiding on the lush locust tree.

"Come down, you're saved," she said.

The girl seemed to be unbelievable, but she fell straight from the top of the tree to the ground, showing a surprised expression in embarrassment: "Really?"

"I don't like lying." Ivy frowned, put on the cloak handed by the old mother, and left the girl behind.

She hurriedly staggered up from the ground, half-turned and half-runned towards her tremblingly, trying to keep up with the footsteps of the woman in front, and quickly escaped from this devil's castle.

"Take me, I want to be your maid." The girl begged, her black eyes glistening with tears.

Ivy found that she had the same long black hair, but her lips, which should have been bright red, were as pale as paper at this time, and they were full of scars from biting because of fear.

"I don't need a maid," she replied simply.

"What about the servants?" The girl thought for a while, "Slaves are fine too. My family members are already starving to death, so they won't mind it."

"I don't need a follower, let alone a maid. Third, I hate slave owners the most." Ivy said, "Do you want me to be the person I hate the most?"

"Assistant, can you be an assistant?" After a brief shock, the girl quickly added after finding a suitable new identity for herself.

"I do need a female assistant." Ivy glanced at her, "Unfortunately, you may not be suitable."

"I can try." The girl anxiously defended herself, "Although I am illiterate, I am still young, I can learn anything, I can do anything for you, and I can guarantee my absolute loyalty to you."

"what's your name?"

"Cerilla..."

Ivy didn't respond any more, she raised her skirt and stepped onto the carriage.

The girl Cerilla quickly followed into the carriage, sat down beside her, and watched the castle gradually disappear from sight, and finally disappeared.

From here to District 2, you need to pass through several wide forests. The security of this country has been extremely poor since the people's livelihood has declined, and there are many robbers haunting at night.

No matter which country they are in, these people are often a cancer that cannot be dealt with, and will always be a deadly threat to the lives and property of ordinary people.

Due to the obstruction of the trees, the speed of the carriage was not fast.Therefore, Celera can clearly observe the outside scene.

The sky had already darkened, but fortunately the moonlight was bright enough to provide light generously through the gaps in the branches. She watched the scenery around her pass by slowly, and suddenly saw two stout adult men not far away. The thin shadow knelt down and begged for mercy, and the wind brought a woman's shrill cries and pleas for help, like drumsticks beating the hearts of others.

Cirella knew what was going on just by looking at it.

There are countless victims of disasters fleeing everywhere these years, many of them are weak women, and many robbers see that they can't rob money, so they will play tricks based on sex.

From this angle, we can just see what the woman is suffering. The worn dress is torn apart like a ribbon, and it falls like a discarded doll in the snow.

Clenching her fists involuntarily, she heard the hostess next to her cursing "Damn" in a low voice.

The tone was as cold as an ice blade, which made Celira's body tremble uncontrollably, and an inexplicable chill appeared on her skin.

Following Ivy's two hits on the inner wall of the carriage, the driver immediately understood. He stabilized his speed and let the employer quickly jump out of the carriage.

Her black cloak wandered like a ghost in the night, and then Cerilla ran down and stood a few inches beside her, watching silently as the mistress took out a black object from under the cloak.

A fine flintlock pistol.

The cold evening wind blew the corner of her robe, she tilted her head slightly towards Cerilla, "My aim has never been very good."

Half a second later, the trigger was pulled, and with a "bang", a bullet escaped instantly and shot straight into the head of one of the men.

With a "snap", the scarlet blood splashed all over the place, and the man groaned unpreparedly, before falling to the ground.

His companion was obviously not expecting this unexpected situation, and suddenly stopped dragging the woman's clothes, and stood up vigilantly.

"Who?" He looked around, ignoring the body of the deceased, and shouted nervously and angrily, "Which bastard shot secretly?"

Before the last word was pronounced, Ivy pulled the trigger a second time, this time hitting his arm.

"It seems that it was just luck just now." She shrugged, then walked up, looking at the man writhing in pain on the ground, the blood spilled from the wound he was covering his fingers, staring in disbelief at the man who was slowly walking towards him. woman.

Like the messenger who judged evil, day and night alternated back and forth on that cold and beautiful face, and the moonlight only gave her half of the light, so she couldn't tell which side she belonged to for a while.

"See? This is what happens when you rape a woman."

Ivy uttered these words coldly from her lips, quickly pulled out the dagger from her waist, and stabbed it into his neck cleanly and neatly.

With just one cut, he accurately pierced the artery, and immediately pulled back the sharp dagger blade, and blood gushed out immediately, splashing all over his face.

The man squirmed twice like a gangrene, opened his mouth wide, and then fell into a rigid state.

The rescued victim finally regained her sanity, and gradually calmed down from the panic just now. Looking at the two corpses lying on the ground in front of her, she moved to Ivy in front of her with gratitude and awe.

Then she realized that her naked body was covered with a wide cloak, covering all the traces of insults, and her body, which was frozen to purple in the winter, was relieved, like a broken river flowing on the ice , she felt that the blood in her body was recovering.

"Thank you..." She tried to raise her thin voice, trying to let the savior hear her sincere thanks.

"You're welcome..." Ivy said, "If you bully a woman, you deserve to die."

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