Fifth personality SwanLake

Chapter 117 Finally. The Final Meeting

"Brother, who am I?"

Emily asked in a crying voice, why such a terrifying picture appeared in front of her eyes, she felt that she was about to go crazy after coming to this manor.

"Who the hell am I? Why is someone calling me Lydia Jones?"

"...you are my sister."

Neb whispered, he doesn't know the real story of this time and space, but since it is set like this, let's tell it according to the setting.

Naib pulled Emily who had fallen to the ground and hugged Emily who was crying. Emily was startled, "No matter what happens, my brother will be by your side."

Emily burst into tears, and Neb patted Emily on the back silently.

At this moment, Marta was leaning against the wall outside the bathroom door, showing a relieved expression.When Marta looked at the clock on the wall, shock was written in her golden eyes.

"Time. Reversed."

she murmured.

When Helena woke up, everyone else gathered in the living room to discuss something.

When Helena picked up the cane, she found that the rose on the cane had disappeared. Although she still felt a little regretful in her heart, the controversy outside was still greater than this trivial matter.

"what happened?"

When Helena walked into the living room, everyone looked at Helena, and Emma smiled softly, "Helena, are you awake?"

Emma's smile is like a little sun that can soften other people's hearts, and Helena couldn't help raising an arc, "Yeah."

"Helena, you may find it unbelievable, but I have to tell you that time is constantly reversing, time is going backwards."

Marta's expression was very serious, while Nebu remained silent and seemed distressed by this matter. Why did time go backwards?

Emily is checking on Pearson's injury. Although the wound is not getting worse and spreading, when Pearson wakes up, the feeling of losing his hand must be very sad, right?

"Are there only six of us left?"

As soon as Helena's words came out, everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, and they were the only ones who were teleported back, which meant that the other people who went with them were all dead.

"Perhaps, only Ms. Nightingale can give us the answer. We should wait for Ms. Nightingale's reappearance."

Emma's words are very reasonable, and there is no way to understand why time is reversing now, they can only wait.

Marta looked worriedly at the silent Naibu. The situation of Naibu may not be able to wait for long.

Blue hairs had already started to grow on Nebu's body. Although it was not obvious, it meant that the medicine had started to work. After a while, Nebu would become an irrational monster.

Don't come so soon
Marta silently touched the gun that Daier gave her. The coldness of the metal made her inexplicably sober. Nebu noticed Marta's movements.

He lowered his eyes and said nothing.

Suddenly a wry smile appeared.

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The lights in the hall of the villa were turned on again.

The solemn and solemn crows hummed their songs on the branches, as if welcoming the arrival of guests.

"Killing, the final meeting."

A deep and magnetic voice sounded.

A crack suddenly appeared in the empty rose garden, and a young man in a tuxedo came out of it, his scarlet eyes were as calm as a lake in a calm wind.

The pale paper mask completely covered his face, the metal blade heralded his identity, the elegance of his manner fascinated the girls, a hypocritical gentleman was hidden under his mask, he was a hypocritical devil, In the eyes of the world.

He left all the goodness to the girl on the tip of his heart.

There is still no bright rose in the depressed rose garden, because rose seeds will never grow in this scorched earth.

The sparse rose vines reveal lifelessness, and the abandoned gardening tools look very old and dilapidated. The natural hammock originally made of rose vines also fell to the ground because the dead rose vines could not support the gravity of the hammock.

Killing obediently landed on his shoulder.

He is their god, and they obey and trust him unconditionally.

"Perhaps we should make some cups of black tea this time to celebrate the final meeting?"

There was a hint of excitement in his scarlet eyes, but he calmed down quickly, "After all, there is Leo's military factory game."

When Jack finished making the black tea, Leo and Ms. Nightingale had already arrived in the villa, and Jack handed them the gentleman's black tea. Leo couldn't see his expression clearly because his face was wrapped in bandages. He said politely Thank you.

Ms. Nightingale smiled slightly, and didn't take Jack's black tea. Jack didn't feel embarrassed, but just put the black tea on the table, and the dark red tea in the gilded white porcelain cup also slightly fluctuated because of this action.

"Ms. Nightingale, your behavior is really unladylike."

Jack took a sip of black tea, and said in a slightly sarcastic tone, his scarlet eyes flashed a strong murderous intent.

"I'm here to talk about business, but I don't have time to drink Mr. Jack's black tea."

(End of this chapter)