Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

"Bang -"

He suddenly pushed his backhand and the whole stone table flew out. Everyone didn't expect it

The huge stone table is composed of four parts. Turin pushed it with his backhand. Part of the stone table, the 3M long stone table flew out

Straight to lolas

Loras had no time to react

"Poof -"

The stone table hit him heavily. Lolas was wearing a thick armor outside. After the impact, the force was greater, and he was shocked to spray out a mouthful of bright blood

Loras's eyes were swollen with blood.

“……”

Turin stood up from the ground as if it were a towering mountain. The blood on his face had dried up, and his slightly long flaxen hair was curled and stained by blood

He raised his heavy footsteps and spit hard on the ground next to him, mixed with thick blood.

There were some faint scars on his face. When he stood up, he looked like an angry evil spirit.

The dull sound of footsteps is particularly dull on the bluestone floor

Turin walked over, lolas was hit and lay on the ground. He raised his hand to press his chest. His young face was splashed with blood, all of which were his own.

His thin coral lips are stained with blood. His blue eyes are not pure, but full of thick blood

"Cough -"

He choked and coughed out thick blood. He raised his head hard, and a thick shadow was shrouded over his head.

"Hiss -"

He wanted to pick up the ancient sword next to him. The ancient sword rubbed on the floor and made a clear sound.

Loras felt that the swords in his hands seemed to become heavy.

He tried to stand up, and the shadow over his head seemed to be a demon from hell.

Turin slowly bent down, squatted down and looked at the child in front of him, the poor child.

"Poor boy."

Turin's voice was slightly hoarse. He squatted there as if he were appreciating the painful expression of Loras, or sympathy, but there was no pity at all.

Lolas took a deep breath and picked up the sword from the side, but now he was seriously injured and his action of holding the sword seemed a little powerless.

"How old are you?"

Turin squatted.

“22.”

Lolas answered.

"I thought you were the youngest one I killed, but obviously you were not. The youngest one I killed was a child, 18, who was really talented -" Turin seemed to recall, "18, he came from Germany, and he was born in a fencing family --"

"Bang -"

Before Turin had finished, a dull voice rang through the hall.

Loras's breath was unstable and he gasped violently. He suddenly turned over and jumped up. The whole man was surprised to ride on Turin, and the sharp sword was hard against Turin's neck.

“……”

"But a 22-year-old can also kill you, even with the most disgusting sneak attack -" lolas's hair is wet with sweat. His words seem to satirize Turin's sneak attack just now. "Age and experience can't explain anything - maybe it just proves that you have experienced much more bloodshed than me. I won't torture others in those abnormal ways."