Take the ghost monster to catch the monster

The little marquis was suffering from severe pain and tightly protected the little maid.

Opening his eyes, the poor villain in front of him made Ye Zhu's heart pierced like tens of thousands of sharp swords.

The small body has been devastated beyond recognition, the long black and white skirt has been rubbed open one by one, you can vaguely see the bloody wounds on the skin rubbed, and the silver-white hair is scattered, Stained with dirt and grass clippings, her delicate little face was pale.

Ye Zhu looked at the villain below him, with his lifeless face tortured, and the corners of his mouth squirming slightly, as if he was trying his best to tell himself: Brother, I'm fine, I'm really fine.

The other party's voice is extremely weak, like a strand of gossamer, if you don't get close to it, if you don't catch it hard, it will dissipate.

Ye Zhu held Yi You's hand tightly, but for a moment Ye Zhu felt that Yi You was like the water in his hand, he was so precious, so hard to keep, no matter you spread it out or hold it tightly, After all, it will flow clean drop by drop along the gap between the fingers.

Disappear……

The head maid and Chris finally arrived after running wildly panting for a while.

They didn't care about the little maid's injury and the cruel experience he experienced. In the eyes of the servants, the only object they served was their master—a high-ranking nobleman.

The head maid approached the little marquis, confided insincere words, and greeted him gently:

"My honorable little Marquis Patrick, are you all right? Are you hurt? You have frightened us."

After caring, the head maid would yell at the little maid lying in the arms of the little Marquis, her tone and tone completely changed:

"Corra, why are you still lying here? You really don't know the heights of the sky and the earth, you little bitch. Little Marquis Patrak saved you, but you don't know what to do in return. You are really uneducated!"

"Chris, are you stupid? Why are you still standing there? Hurry up and get rid of this filthy guy. It's terrible!" the head maid called to Chris who was standing by.

Chris hesitated: "Master Maid—but—but he..."

Seeing the other party hesitating, the head maid raised her fat boots and kicked Chrissy's chest, pushing her to the ground:

"Chris, you are all trash!"

The head maid rolled up her sleeves and was about to drag the little maid on the ground away from Ye Zhu.

Ye Zhu's state at this time is like a wild animal desperately protecting its cub, sensing the danger approaching, and pulling out the saber at his waist.

Although the sword on the waist of the little Marquis is small, the light of the sword reveals danger and fierceness!

Pointing at the head maid from bottom to top!

Seeing that the sharp edge was pointed at him, the head maid staggered and fell to the ground in fear, stepping back step by step with his hands clasped on the racetrack.

"Little Marquis Patrick, you—you—don't be impulsive, put down your sword first, it's very dangerous, and it's easy to hurt yourself."

Chris watched from the side, too frightened to say anything.

Ye Zhu seemed to be angry, and Yi You lay in his arms, raising his little hand with difficulty, trying to stop it.

Ye Zhu sensed the thoughts of the person in his arms, and he tried his best to suppress the impulse in his heart.

With a flash of sword light, Ye Zhu only used the sword in his hand to cut through the cuff under the maid's long arm. The wound was very shallow and slight, just remember the pain.

The head maid gritted her teeth, endured the pain, knelt down in front of the little marquis, tugged on the other's trousers, and slapped herself without any self-respect, one after another, the voice was extremely loud!

Because the head maid knew that if she didn't do this, she would take the initiative to punish herself, and what she would encounter next would be more than that simple, the pain of cutting a wound.

Ye Zhu tried her best to restrain her emotions, and didn't want to cause trouble. After all, the time and identity she was in were not her own.

To avoid a person's accidental impulsiveness, causing turmoil in time and space, or bluffing the grass to scare the snake, he simply held back.

But there was another person, no matter how unbearable, Ye Zhu asked Chris to help Yi You into the carriage, while he dragged his long sword on the ground, and pointed his saber at another person.

Earlier, the arrogant nobleman who was riding on a running horse fell off the horse and fell to the ground, unable to move his whole body.

Ye Zhu stepped forward, stared at the nobleman in front of him, and looked down on all sentient beings with condescending eyes.

The metal sword in his hand rests on the forehead of the noble youth,

Realizing that the cold and sharp object was pressing against his forehead, the arrogant nobleman suddenly woke up from the pain. He trembled all over, fearful, worried that the little Marquis in front of him might see it pierced through it.

He panicked and shouted: "Patrice! Are you crazy? What? You want to kill me? Just because of that humble little servant!"

Seeing this, the head maid was afraid of making a big fuss, so she crawled close to the two of them to stop them, and grabbed the little Marquis' trousers again, begging:

"Honorable little Marquis Patricia, this is Baron Drax, there must be a misunderstanding in the previous matter, honorable little Marquis Patricia, please be merciful, the banquet hosted by the Duke and Duchess of Tovalia is coming soon , I think you don't want to make a fuss."

Drax also responded: "Yes! Patric! You can't kill me, you can't kill me, if you kill me, you are a devil with blood on your hands, the devil will take your soul, god will crush you to hell, and you will not be reincarnated."

"Demons, hell, no reincarnation, hahaha, you are really ridiculous." Ye Zhu smiled in the posture of the little Marquis of Patrak, the laughter was extremely terrifying, and although the childish voice was childish, it was particularly frightening.

Baron Drax saw it, as if the person in front of him would stab the sharp sword in his heart the next moment.

"Do you want to send me to hell? If you want me not to be reincarnated, it depends on whether you have the ability?"

Ye Zhu pushed the sword in his hand closer to Baron Drax, and the tip of the sword cut his throat, and blood oozes out.

A little pain made Baron Drax turn pale with fright, and wanted to step back, but his hands and feet trembled weakly, unable to move.

Looking at the other party's smile, Drax felt horrified in his heart, and he cursed madly:

"Patric! You madman, madman! If you try to kill me, you will be damned!"

"God's punishment, hahaha, I'm sorry, I have always been the only one who has given other people's punishment, and no one has dared to send me down, let alone you, an ant!"

Hatred!

fury!

Kill!

bloody!

All the emotions are instantly connected to Ye Zhu's nerves, and there is a burning pain in his right eye in a trance, but at this time, he is not afraid of perception, and he gathers all the negative emotions into one. He only wants to do one thing, and then He killed the person in front of him who hurt Yi You.

Seeing that the sword in his hand was about to pierce the opponent's throat, a worried figure made himself stop immediately:

"Brother, don't, it's not worth getting your hands dirty with ants."

"Xiaoyou...I...sorry...I understand, but...brother must seek justice for you!"