127, such a person as Xiaohei

Yin was pushed by him and fell to the ground. She covered her throat and coughed loudly. Su Ti hurried over and patted her back for a long time to make her recover.

Huo Feng sighed sympathetically: "Xiaoyin, what do you want me to say? What you did just now is really stupid. Can't you see that he is jealous? I have to say that to stimulate him. Now it's okay. Even if you go to see the master, no one can kill Greer. This guy is dead.

"Of course you won't understand," Yin sat back in the chair with the help of Suti and coughed intermittently. "Sometimes I also hate him very much. I hate him for his self-righteous arrangement of life for me and treating me as a substitute for Margaret. I have never thought about my feelings."

**'s Idalos' eyelids moved slightly, his eyebrows frowned slightly, and he loosened weakly.

The blackcurrant outside the door leaned against the wall of the corridor and stared at the lattice on the floor.

"But if it hadn't been for his design to let me leave the palace, I might not have met Xiaohei in my life, meet you and others. No matter how selfish his layout is, I am still myself, even if he can control my thinking with dementor and turn me into a Margaret who loves him, as Yin's favorite. It will always be just Xiaohei, and there will be no one else.

Yin lowered her head in frustration: "I am grateful for what Idalos has done for my mother. Whether it is to protect her escape or to do everything to redefend her, since I am Margaret's daughter, I can't repay her kindness, at least I can't watch him die."

Huo Feng was silent. Su Ti stood by the chair, stroked Yin's curly hair with her little hand, and whispered, "En is kindness, hatred is hatred."

"The kindness and hatred can't be met," Yin hugged her gratefully. "Anyway, I will definitely go to see the master tomorrow. With what I know about Xiaohei, he will not be the kind of person who is angry. Even if it's not for Idalus, I have a lot of things to ask the master personally."

Huo Feng sighed: "That's what you said, so let's do it. I hope the monster is really as profound as you said."

Through a door, Blackcurrant let out an unclear snoring, took Xiao Ye Mei from his shoulder and put it at the door. He strode out of the hotel.

After a while, Yin and Suti opened the door and came out, and Xiao Yemei immediately wagged her tail and rubbed her coquettishly.

"Little yellow? Why are you here alone, mom?" Yin asked strangely, bent down to pick it up, opened its mouth and tail to look for a message, but couldn't find it.

Xiao Yemei couldn't speak. She stretched out her tongue to lick her face, and then her front paws tried to scratch the fire phoenix on Suti's shoulder.

Su Ti asked anxiously, "Isn't Brother Xiaohei running away angry? He doesn't even want Xiao Huang, does he?"

"Definitely not," Huofeng avoided Xiaoyemei's claws and said, "Xiao Huang is about to grow on him. Even if he is angry, he will not throw it away."

Yin also nodded in favor: "I also think so. There must be another reason why Xiaohei left it," he thought about it and said, "Xiao Hei and Xiao Huang have a very good relationship. He has left Xiao Huang twice, both times because of terrible things that are about to happen or have happened. He is too busy with himself. Maybe it may be the same this time."

Huofeng squeezed and said, "Yo, remember so clearly, according to what you said, he is not going to kill the master, is he? - Xiaoyin! Let that beast stop waving his paws at me! Although I have a good temper, I don't have any at all!"

Yin had to firmly press Xiao Ye Mei in her arms, closed the door with her backhand, walked to another room at the end of the corridor, and said, "There was that big idiot last time, and the master still escaped. Xiaohei should not be so overpowerful. I guess he should be in ambush to prepare to kill Greer tomorrow."

Hearing her mention of "big idiot", Suti's eyes couldn't help but darken. She couldn't help worrying about Solandal, who was far away in Carlos Fortress. The guy said he wanted to stop the counterattacking imperial army... Can he really do it? It's not just forcing yourself, is it?

"Suti?" Yin walked into the room, but saw that she was still in a daze in the corridor, so she greeted.

"Ah, here it comes." Su Ti quickly followed the door.

Although I haven't figured out how to face him, kindness is kindness, revenge is revenge. I want to avenge my sister and repay his life-saving kindness in Sotowa, so at least I have to help him defeat Hemerlin. Suti made a decision in her heart.

At the same time, Haimerin, far away in Tugart, got good and bad news at the same time.

"Are you Alex's subordinate?" Haimerin, dressed in a uniform, was wiping his sword with a piece of silk. Just a few minutes ago, he had just received a rumor from Elena that Blackcurrant and Solendal had colluded.

He has always seen that the relationship between the two people is very intimate, that is, the kind of primitive and rude friendship that waving fists at each other when they meet. But to let them do something together, Haimerlin felt that they had too little intersection, and there was only Yin in Blackcurrant's eyes, which was unlikely to help Solandal to deal with himself.

While considering whether to immediately turn around and launch an armed coup against Wangdu Usses, Kraun led this madman to knock on the door. Heimlin looked up and down. He didn't think that this big and three-thick man had any useful value, so he asked, "If you don't follow Alex well, why do you want to work for me?"

Arthur gasped. He followed Kraun all the way and chased the pace of the imperial army. He only arrived at the place where they were stationed half an hour ago. Kraun did not let him take a break, but directly took him to the command headquarters.

He swallowed his saliva and made his throat less dry: "This boy said you can teach me how to completely defeat the blackcurrant."

Hemerlin suddenly laughed: "Just because of you, do you want to defeat Camus? Hahaha... Should I say that you are ambitious, or are you over your own? Then he frowned and accused Crowe of saying, "This kind of person who is blinded by a momentary hatred and can't even see himself clearly, why do you bring it back!"

Crohn replied humbly, "The enemy of the enemy is a friend. Your Highness needs someone who can kill Camus for you. We pave the way for him. Why don't he do it?"

Heimlin hummed and laughed a few times and reluctantly nodded: "It makes sense. What's your name?"

Arthur answered him. Although he was very dissatisfied with his previous evaluation, he knew that if he wanted to defeat the black gallon and get Yin's heart, he must have the help of the person in front of him. For this reason, a little humiliation was completely tolerable.

"Well, Arthur, you and I stand on the same position on the issue of eliminating Camus, so I need to tell you what a difficult opponent he is," Hemelin looked at Arthur again, and the evaluation in his heart was still terrible, but he would His dissatisfaction was cleverly hidden. "How much do you know about him?"

Arthur replied rudely, "Not much. All I know is that he is Miss Yin's slave. He used to be a gladiator. I have fought with him. His body is like an iron fight. No matter how you hit him, he won't get hurt. On the contrary, he can break my tooth with one kick."

Claune couldn't help but interrupt: "It's good that you can hit him."

Hemmering nodded: "That's right, but I think it's probably because he didn't compare with you seriously. First of all, you have to understand that if Camus is a person who can be killed casually, he can't live to have a grudge against you at all. His body is different from ordinary human beings. The escape from the dead in those years has broken the elemental balance in his body. His fists and feet carry the terrible power of death. If he is furious, he may even Warcraft with more than seven stars tore it in half with bare hands.

Arthur couldn't help shivering. Warcrafts above seven stars are big, and there are some strange magic, gladiators who can tear them up with their bare hands...

"Are you scared?" Heimlin smiled and took a few steps on crutches. "If you are afraid, you can regret it now."

"Who said I was scared!" Arthur roared in the middle of the strong.

Heimlin shrugged his shoulders and didn't bother to expose his lies, but continued: "When Camus was still affiliated with the Parthian Legion ten years ago, he was already one of the best assassins, but what really made his roaring nightmare was his defeat - of course, it was unfair to say so. His loss this time. It's not because of lack of ability, but because... he was betrayed.

"The story needs to be traced back to the winter ten years ago..."

While Haimerlin was observing Arthur's facial expression while telling a story with great interest, the protagonist of the story was lurking outside the confession room of the Brilliant Temple, the Central Temple of Usays, holding his breath and listening to the sound inside.

In the voice of a young man, Blackcurrant recognized that it was Greer's voice, who they had a relationship with: "I want to confess to God that I used annihilation against a clergyman... to a priest. Although it's for revenge, I can't forgive myself. I hate the enemies who killed my sister, and I can't tolerate the blackness of my hands stained with the forbidden curse... Noble God, please guide me the way of redemption!"

Another voice is old but not weak: "Only those who have strength in their hands will stick to revenge, wealth and power. Since you have chosen to use the forbidden spell, you must be psychologically prepared to accompany the darkness for a lifetime. Even if God can forgive you, you will still make mistakes again and again. One day you It will be numb, so you don't need to seek relief from God, just do it according to your own will.

It's almost the same scene. In the confession room of the temple, the master is enlightening the members of the legion who come to ask for God's forgiveness. He hides in the dead corner, holding a sharp knife, such as an arrow in the string, ready to shoot the target at any time.

What is slightly different is that his goal in those years was not the priest who went to confession, but the master sitting behind the curtain!