Chapter 73: Celia’s bitter plan!?

When he saw the woman in white robe walking into the room, Lanlie couldn't help but change his face. He stood up suddenly and couldn't help but lift a fist.

The female paladin who followed the Saint was keenly feeling the murderous aura emitted from the oriental man, and immediately took a step forward. Her slender jade hand had already grasped the hilt of the silver-white two-handed sword!

The introverted young archbishop seemed to have not noticed anything, his eyes were low, his expression seemed a little cramped and nervous, and he seemed very uncomfortable with meetings on such occasions!

Yafei and Eliza were surprised by Lanle's loss of composure, and they also felt Lanle's strong hostility towards this saint. Is it because of Kent? No, an idea emerged in the minds of the two women--Langle and this saint named Cilia are acquainted!

"Brother Lanlie!" Saint Celia's beautiful eyes were filled with tears. After seeing this oriental man, the uneasiness and worries she had hidden in her heart for many days finally disappeared. Although before that, she was 100% sure that the new lord of Shining Jin Town was Lanlie, now when she first met, the joy of losing and regaining in her heart could not be concealed by her.

For the saint who has always appeared in front of people in a transcendent, holy and plain manner, Cialia's expression is quite abnormal and surprising. This also shows from another perspective that the oriental man in front of him has so much important position in Cialia's heart!

Lanlie's body trembled uncontrollably, and negative emotions such as anger, disgust, hatred and other negative emotions filled his heart. It was because of this woman that Niya was captured by the slave trader. It was this woman that made him die once, and even more that Frank's whereabouts were unknown, and that he was unknown to life and death. Now she dared to come to the door. Did she think he would be worried about the kindness of Aunt Britney Orlando and could not take action?

"Brother Lanlie!" Celia unveiled her veil and showed her beautiful and beautiful face. Her slightly haggard beauty that could strongly induce men to pity and love, made Eliza, who was also a woman, feel excited, and then she felt a little jealousy!

It seems that the two not only know each other, but also have a deep relationship!

At this time, both Yaphir, Eliza, the female paladin Sophia and Archbishop Witt saw this.

"Don't call me that, Your Highness, I can't bear it!" Lanlie's voice was as cold as ice: "Tell me, what are you doing to me? Are you disappointed because I am not dead? Do you still want your subordinates to repeat the scene in Parri Town again?"

"Brother Lanlie, I know I'm wrong. Please forgive me!" Two lines of tears flowed down my jade cheeks, and Celia gently pushed away the female paladin blocking her and walked towards Lanlie step by step.

Uh! Yaphir and Eliza, female paladin Sophia and bishop Witt, the four of them looked at the Saint in surprise with a pleading look. They could vaguely understand one thing now, that is, the Saint had done something that was sorry for Lanlie, and was now asking for Lanlie's forgiveness!

Lanley watched the other party approaching indifferently, and he wanted to see what tricks this vicious woman would do.

Immediately afterwards, something shocking happened. The saint slowly bent down and knelt gently at Lanlie's feet. Then he stretched out his hands to put his legs around Lanlie's legs, and pressed his face, which was wet with tears, tightly on Lanlie's legs.

"Saint!" The female paladin Sophia was anxious. Whether in the Holy See or in front of the world, the saints were all high-ranking beings. If they were to kneel, they could only kneel on the gods. Even in front of the Pope Ni, the saints did not need to kneel down. To be precise, they appeared as the messenger of God! And now it is obvious that the saint's actions were quite rebellious, which violated the identity of the messenger of God and were a blasphemy against God! If this matter was passed to the Pope Ni, the identity of the saint would be 100% deprived!

"His Majesty, pay attention to your identity. Don't you want to be a saint with noble status anymore?" Lan Lie asked with a sneer.

"I can't be a saint, Brother Lanle, but I can't lose you!" Celia's voice was low and mournful: "I was blinded by jealousy. Yes, I was jealous of why you cared about Nya so much and regarded me in nothing! So I began to hate you, hate your unfairness. Over time, the more you show disgust and alienation to me, the more I want to defeat you in this love war, and even use extreme means to force you to give up!"

"It was not until that day that your body was stained with blood and was finally taken away by Grandpa Frank that I realized how great I was to be wrong. Love was not obtained by force!"

Celia's voice did not bless the "guess technique", but the effect achieved by words is far more effective than any level of "guess technique"! This analysis and monologue that comes from the depths of the soul and contains deep emotions is the most touching weapon!

Since she came in, she has performed perfectly in every move. She did not hesitate to let the female paladins and bishop see her blasphemy actions, and she did not hesitate to let the equally beautiful Princess Yaphir and Eliza see her incompetence. Because only in this way can Lanle, who is so prejudiced to her, have the possibility of accepting her and forgiveing ​​her!

This is also a trick that Cialia played. Just imagine under the gaze of other beautiful women, a woman of equally beautiful and noble status kneeled in front of her and expressed her love, crying and asking for her forgiveness! This situation will definitely satisfy the vanity hidden in the man's heart, no matter how bad the man's current impression of the woman kneeling in front of her!

For now, Silia still has not given up on conquering Lanle, but the strategy she adopted has changed. As she said, forcing cannot obtain love, so using a tender offensive is the best choice.

"Well, Miss Sophia, Lord Hilo, I think we should avoid it!" Princess Yafir felt a little sour. Lanle was now his husband, and this noble Holy See's saint actually devoted himself to expressing repentance and love to Lanlei despite her authentic wife's presence. This really made her, the bystander, feel a little uncomfortable.

The female paladin hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded and agreed to Yafei's proposal. The young archbishop had an attitude of what you said. So Yafei, Eliza and others walked out one after another, leaving the room for Lanle and Silia!

"Have a good talk! Celia!" Lanlie's tone was still extremely cold, but Celia was happy in her ears because the other party did not continue to call her with the ironic title of "His Majesty"!

"Unless you forgive me, I would rather kneel at your feet forever!" Not only did Celia not let go, she hugged Lanlie's legs tighter, and continued to murmur: "Lanlie, you wouldn't know that since Grandpa Frank took you away, since I thought you were no longer in this world, since I regretted my previous extremeness and stupidity, I have never hated myself like this! From leaving Pari Town to now, every day, I will carve a trace on my arms, I punish myself, I want to use these wounds to remind myself that it is me, and I will murder my favorite man with my own hands! So, no matter how you wake up from nightmares every night, no matter how you suffer from heartache, it is all right, it is all right...!"

Silia's voice became more and more whimpering, and tears were pouring like a spring, easily wetting Lanlie's trousers.

Lanlie lowered his head muffled, stretched out his hands and opened Silia's arm vigorously.

Celia struggled hard, raised her pretty face covered with tears and begged, "Brother Lanlie, let me hug you for a while, please!"

Lanlie was unmoved, holding the other party's slender wrist, pulling the other party up with force, and then tearing apart one of Silia's sleeves without warning.

On the crystal-like jade arms, scars seemed to be so hideous and terrifying. Lanlie then grabbed another arm of Cialia. This time, he just gently took off the other party's robe sleeve with his hand, and what caught his eyes were still shocking wounds!

Somewhere in Lanlie's heart was touched, and some memories that sealed his mind began to emerge like a tide. The little girl who called him Brother Lanlie like Nya, the little girl who always left the delicious food for him, the little girl who always likes to use her hair to tick his ears and tells him to get up!

From when did this beautiful girl who made the flowers fade into a cunning and vicious girl? Lanle's spirit was in a trance for a moment. He knew that what Cialia said was consistent with his memory, that was because of Nia's weakness and illness, which made Cilia's heart unbalanced. Then the rift between the two expanded step by step, and finally broke up completely after Nia was abducted by a slave trader!

Looking at the other person's face that was slightly thawed, deep joy appeared in Silia's heart. She knew that her performance touched the other person to a large extent. At the same time, she also observed from the side that Lanley still had an old love for her!

Lanley slowly turned his back to Silia. Suddenly, he didn't know what to say or do. The originally full of hatred disappeared a lot after witnessing these wounds. He had a malicious guess, which was what Silia did on purpose and used it to win his sympathy. But even so, he still could not remain indifferent to these wounds.

"Brother Lanlie, can you forgive me?" Celia gently pressed her forehead against the other person's shoulder and begged in a low voice.

"Can you get Niya back intact? Can you get old Frank back in front of me?" Lanley asked in a cold tone with a flash of sadness.

Celia raised her head, slowly took out a stack of letters, handed them to Lanlie, and whispered: "This is the letter that Niya asked me to pass on to you over the past few years. Look!"
Chapter completed!