Fifty-eighth bowl of soup (three)

Xue didn't respond, so Lance called out again. "What are you doing?"

He tried to approach her, but Xue suddenly spoke: "Do I look like her?"

Lance was stunned for a moment: "What?"

She asked repeatedly: "Do I look like her?"

Soon Lance realized what this was. He narrowed his eyes slightly and threatened: "I thought you should have learned your lessons these days, but it seems that you still haven't. Don't you know what you did wrong?"

"Do I look like her?"

Faced with Lance's words, Xue still only asked this question. No matter what Lance said next, she insisted on asking him: "Do I look like her?"

Like whom?

Of course, he was the first lover of Duke Lance, the real Miss Snow.

Lance couldn't stand being asked by her. His original intention was not to ask similar questions again. The real Xue was his weakness in his heart, something that could not be mentioned. But Xue challenged him again and again, which really made him a little unhappy. He was originally worried about whether something had happened to her, but now she looks very good! Not only is she very good, but she still doesn't repent!

"Do I look like her?"

Lance said in a deep voice: "Like!"

"So, am I still like her now?"

With Xue Bing's slow voice, his petite body gradually turned around. Lance never expected that he would see this scene. He was so shocked that he took a breath and reached out to grab the door frame so that he would not fall down!

The reason is nothing else. The beautiful and beautiful little face is now bloody. Even if the blood has dried up, you can still see the scars on her face. How cruel you have to be able to do this to yourself!

"Speak." Xue stood up from the ground, her white skirt was covered in blood. I wonder how she survived after she shed so much blood. Lance saw a sharp stone in her hand, and thought that this was her weapon to destroy her appearance. His heart was beating fast, and his eyes were dizzy. For the first time, he felt that the person in front of him was completely different from what he imagined.

Xue asked again: "Now, am I still like her?"

She approached step by step. Although her appearance was terrifying, her eyes were as bright as ever, but now she was deeply indifferent and cruel. The darkness here was nothing to her. She had survived the Forget River, walked through the Yellow Spring Road, and visited the Naihe Bridge. Is there any place more terrifying than there? Humans always say hell, but who has seen the real hell? Those who have been to hell are no longer humans. They are cruel and ruthless, and they kill people like numb.

Lance has always been full of momentum, but this is the first time in his life that he has felt what fear and anxiety means. This girl who used to smile extremely naively in his arms now has ruined her appearance in order to leave him. It seems that those loves suddenly disappeared because of his deception. She said she would leave and would not stay.

He never knew he would be afraid.

Xue stood on tiptoe, Lance was much taller than her. Even if she stood on tiptoe, she just put her lips on and asked softly: "Don't you like kissing me very much? What's wrong? Why don't you kiss me now?"

Her eyes pierced Lance's heart like an ice blade, stinging his soul and eyes. The face in front of her was completely unrecognizable. He turned around, and his staggering back looked like he was about to escape in panic.

Xue asked him: "So the noble knight will one day run away like a betrayal dog with his tail between his legs?"

Lance stopped, and he really didn't dare to look back at Xue's face. This was naturally not because he had never seen such a scene. The fact was that he had killed people and used extremely cruel interrogation techniques, but this person was different. This person was something he wanted to stay by his side for the rest of his life. When she lost that face, his first reaction was not anger, but fear.

I don’t know if I was afraid of Xue’s face or the inner feeling I felt. Lance, who was not good at facing this kind of thing, subconsciously chose to leave. But Xue’s words reminded him of his dignity, so he stopped again, clenched his fists and turned around and walked back, saying to Xue: “Even if that’s the case, you don’t want to leave.”

"It's okay." Her voice was sweet, and she reached out to him to hold her up, and whispered in his ear, "I would like to accompany you for the rest of my life with such a look." See who was suffering more.

The blood had dried up long ago, and even when the doctor came, she would just treat skin trauma. Xue was extremely cruel to herself, and the sharp part of the stone almost scratched the bones. Even if the blood was removed, her face was gone without a good part.

The best doctors said that she could not recover her appearance, so you can imagine how heavy it would be for Xue to take action.

If you put it to death, you will live, otherwise the living will never win the dead.

From this day on, Xue has been used to wearing a mask. Except for never taking it down at any time, her black eyes are exposed from behind the mask, making her look particularly cold and coquettish.

She was no longer speaking and doing things as before, and she was not polite even when facing Lance. Hurst took his hand, but he never dared to be arrogant in front of her again. Even if the Duke was there, he had his arms broken. Then if the Duke was not there, he would have nothing to say even if he was killed. The previous maids had completely become useless people, and the Duke did not hold Miss Xue responsible. He was just a servant, what else could he say?

Xue's temperament changed drastically, and even Duke Lance was unable to resist. Apart from killing her, he had no way to stop her behavior. It was useless to blame her and torture her? She was much more cruel to herself than him! As for killing her... he couldn't bear to bear it.

Even if this woman lost the face that made him moved, he still couldn't bear to let her die. He could only sleep with her for countless days and nights, and no one could do this.

The first thing Xue Hao did when he came was to go to a locked room.

This was the first place where Xue lived. The things she left were stored in this room by Lance's precious land. When he missed them, he would come in to take a look to comfort himself. In addition, he did not allow anyone to approach, nor did anyone need to open them. Xue had been curious when she first moved into the castle and scolded her once. Of course, he recovered afterwards and deceived her with sweet words.

Hurst followed Xue, his whole body trembling. "Miss Xue, this room really cannot be opened. The Duke has ordered anyone who opens it privately will be whipped!"

Xue Oh, and asked him, "Give me the key."

Hurst almost fainted, and he covered his waist with white gloves: "It's really not possible, Miss Xue, please don't make things difficult for me-"

Before he could finish a sentence, he was kicked to the ground by the impatient snow. She sat on him without any reservation and pressed him down, and began to grop on him with her back to his face.

Hurst grew up with Lance. Although he was a deacon, he was also very popular because of his outstanding appearance and ability. They met the most standard ladies every day. How could anyone just get people like Xue to directly sit on them?

And it's still like this -

Snow wore a light and cool skirt, showing her two snow-white and slender thighs without shyness. The skin of the Orientals was particularly delicate. Hurst was lost by the touch, and lost the key if he was not careful.

Then Xue quickly got up, opened the door and locked himself inside. Hurst was stunned at the door panel for a few seconds, and hurriedly ordered someone to call the Duke, and he couldn't handle this matter.

Unfortunately, even Lance rushed back without stopping, and his handsome face turned blue. Facing the cutting clothes, the photos of burnt ashes, and the enamel dolls that were smashed all over the floor, he felt the blackness in front of him, and the surging anger made him step forward and pinch Xue's neck and lift her up.

Her furry slippers fell to the ground, revealing her snow-white feet, but she was not afraid at all, and there was still provocation in her eyes. She would definitely come back ten times more than ten times more. Even though her neck was pinched by Lance and was suffocated so much that she could not breathe, she still took off the hairpin on her head and stabbed it into Lance's arm viciously.

Without mercy, if Lance had not let go in time, his arm would have been ruined. It doesn't matter whether Xue was intentional or unintentional. What's important is that she picked the most important joints.

One covered his arms with blood and his face turned pale, and the other had finger marks on his neck and was thrown to the ground but laughed. The two formed a sharp contrast.

"You want to kill me?"

Faced with Lance's questioning, Xue said gently: "You'd better kill me sooner, otherwise I'll tell you that you will never have peace."

Who can let her down? The people in this world who make her unhappy will eventually die.

Lance clenched his fists, and he looked at the fingerprints on Xue's neck. Just now, even if she was slower, he would strangle her to death without any mercy. But... he looked down at his bloody arm and said, "You are so cruel."

"You seem to be very gentle when you are talking about it." Xue pulled apart her clothes and exposed her complete neck. She coughed twice, reached out to pick up the hairpin that fell to the ground, looked at the blood on her head in fascination, then stared at Lance, licked the blood above her mouth with her pink tongue, and finally slowly tied her hair up.

After standing up, I found that there was an enamel doll on hand, which was really what Xue liked. In order to please her, Lance would always collect all kinds of things for her to play with.

Unfortunately, these rags are worthless when people die.
Chapter completed!