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“……”

Turin moved his lips.

"Are you serious?"

"Yes."

Although Loras didn't understand what Turin's smile meant at the moment, he subconsciously clenched the sword in his hand.

He has a bad intuition.

Intuition told Loras that he should start first now.

"Bang -"

Who knows, just when lolas was about to lay his sword, Turin seemed to be a suddenly awakened lion, turned over and threw lolas to the ground.

Loras had been hit and his internal organs were seriously damaged. When he fell, he almost vomited blood.

As Turin strode past, Loras still wanted to resist - but compared with the previous resistance, this time it was more like a struggle for survival.

"You never win."

Turin easily grabbed Loras' eyes.

His fingers pressed against his eyes, and the pain made lolas unbearable.

Loras stretched out his hand, desperately trying to resist, and even stretched out his hand to try to grab Turin's face. He raised his foot and kicked Turin's body.

However, Turin is all wearing armor... He can't hit anywhere at all.

The pain from the eyes is the most painful. Lolas screamed sharply and tried his best to hit Turin with his hands

But it's no use at all.

"Bang -"

This time, a dull voice rang through the hall.

It's the sound of human head skull crack.

Turin's face was covered with blood, as if coming from hell.

be quiet.

Bloody.

The horse looked at this scene in shock. It was too bloody.

Turin squatted there as if nothing had happened.

The smell in the air is disgusting.

Turin rose slowly from the ground.

"Nobody can win me, I'm the king of the knight."

Turin smiled coldly and looked at the incomplete body on the ground and the warm blood flowing out

He chose this way of killing because he wanted lolas to know that there are far more ways to kill a person in the world.

Moreover, he doesn't like those blue eyes. They look too pure. The blue inside seems to be the earth seen from the high sky, clear and bright

Turin stood up, the thick smell of blood on his body made him want to vomit.

"Without any doubt, I won, Aubrey," Turin walked to the table again. His blood smell was so strong.

The servant next to him held the old carved glass wine bottle and was afraid to pour wine for him.

Turin took a cold step ahead, grabbed the wine bottle in the employer's hand, crumpled it on the stone table, and the dark purple liquor flowed, mixed with the blood in his hand.

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