Offer your allegiance to Chaos!

——Yeah, why didn't Hemer wait until Saria fell asleep before going to bed?

——When did she relax so much?

An ominous premonition welled up in her heart, Ashe's hand was slightly stiff, and tentatively pressed the back of Hemer's hand embracing him, and rubbed it lightly.

This was seven years ago, when Hemer stayed overnight, before falling asleep, he often liked to play a small game with her to test whether she was asleep.

If Hemer was not asleep, she would rub his palm against him as a wordless intimacy. Sometimes, she would pretend to be asleep, and when Ashe wanted to play another prank, she would suddenly squeeze his palm as a gesture of intimacy. Punishment for jokes.

If Hemer hadn't fallen asleep, this little action would definitely evoke long-lasting memories. At least, his breathing would become disordered.

But breathing is still steady.

Ashe hesitated for a moment, then squeezed her palm with a little force.

Still no response.

Ashe's forehead started to sweat, he gritted his teeth, and with a lot of strength, squeezed Hemer's waist - under normal circumstances, no matter how deeply he slept, he would wake up with pain, right?

But Hemo suddenly didn't realize it, let alone waking up, he didn't even have a spontaneous stress response in his body.

Ashe didn't dare to move now.

The darkness in the RV engulfed his sense of security like a silent shadow.

At the same time, a faint voice sounded:

"Don't use too much force... After the effect of the medicine wears off, the pain remains and even the bruises are still there. If you are found out, you won't have to play next time."

It was Serena's voice.

Ashe turned her head suddenly, and saw that she had sat up from the darkness at some point, her miraculous exertion skills did not ring a single wind chime, her tall body was sitting on the bed, overlooking the small movements between him and Hemer.

The brown-red eyes are clearly visible in the darkness, revealing the indifference that belongs only to dragons.

"..."

Ashe opened her mouth, but nothing came out.

Tonight's Seriya was different from what he had seen before.

His whole body exudes a sense of...on the verge of limit.

What is the limit?

Ashe didn't know, and didn't want to know.

But the reality does not allow him to make a choice. He, who has been sealed with the Book of Slaanesh, has no power to restrain a chicken, and Hemer, who can only serve as a deterrent, is also stunned by the so-called "drug"—so Said Serena, you are really outrageous!How dare you do something like prescribing drugs!It is not wrong to say that you are sanctimonious!

But it's useless to complain about these things. It seems that they can only sit still and let Serena deal with it?

But it was just nightfall, a long night, and who knew what she could do to Hemer next to him!

No.

Fortunately, there is still the last hole card.

Ashe took a deep breath and turned her gaze to the cell phone beside the bed.

On it was his final weight, Lady Sicily.

Of course, it is impossible to call her directly, one is that it will be too late after thousands of miles, and the other is that the conflict will be intensified to the point of being out of control.

What he wanted to do was to let Saria know about the existence of Ms. Sicily, and to feel a little bit jealous—this may add fuel to the flames and detonate Saria’s jealousy, but weighing the pros and cons, Ashe still thinks it’s worth it. try.

Anyway, even if the so-called jealousy is ignited, the situation cannot be worse than it is now.

Finally, after making up her mind, Ashe said:

"Seriya, I think I have something to tell you first—"

But what made Ashe's eyes widen was that Serena interrupted him directly, and said the second half of the sentence for him:

"You want to say that your lover is the supreme ruler of Syracuse, right?"

???

"You, how do you know—"

Ashe's mind fell into chaos for a moment, but she quickly sorted it out—good Saria, walls have ears, don't they?And if you know the truth and dare to do it, you are really well prepared!

The problem is not big, he quickly regrouped and prepared to change his rhetoric.

But if he could still understand Seliya's last sentence, then the next sentence completely stunned him, as if struck by lightning.

"Not only do I know this, I know more—"

The brown-red dragon eyes protruded downwards in the darkness, pressing on Hemo's face through Hemo's body.

The scorching breath, like a flame hiding killing intent:

"For example, the potions she used on you—"

Chapter 65 Not Fearing Demons

Medicament.

Those two simple words seemed to ignite the gunpowder keg in Ashe's heart, causing his brain to burn violently.

Potion? !

Lady Sicily and potion, these two terms are linked together, Ashe can only think of the "love experiment" she did on him some time ago, those dark and muddy days entangled in desire, excitement and torture...

Even though it has been a long time, the conditioned reflex impulse deeply rooted in the neurons still caused Ashe to produce an uncontrollable physiological performance—don’t get me wrong, it’s not that I was educated to pull the flag when I heard the medicine, it’s just that the pupils Tightening, rapid heartbeat, accelerated secretion of hormones.

But these, for Sereya, are enough.

In the dark night, Serena could not stop her from reading the meanings of "excitement" and "fear" from Ashe's eyes.

She stared fixedly into the boy's eyes, and squeezed out words between her teeth:

"Sure enough, she really used it on you—"

Killing intent is overflowing.

"Wait, where did you know it from?" No matter how stupid Ashe was, he wouldn't try to quibble at this time, he could only try to explain it positively while cleaning up the chaotic thoughts in his brain: "But no matter where you know it, I think you've misunderstood something—"

"Misunderstanding?" Long sneered: "Where is there any misunderstanding? Those medicines were originally developed by Hemo and I!"

???

Ashe was tongue-tied—originally he wanted to say that no matter who Seliya learned about the potion from someone with ulterior motives, he could tell her that that person must have exaggerated the truth, and that those potions were just between lovers. Just game toys.

But those potions were actually developed by Serena and Hemo? !

Are you kidding me? How can I argue with this? As the developer of the potion, Seliya must be very clear about the violent effect of the potion. It is not a toy at all, but a torture tool—at least for people who are not immortal, it is absolutely in this way!

"But, but you and Hemo, how can you make this kind of medicine..." Ashe's mind was completely messed up.

"Because your 'lover' came to place an order with Rhine Life under the banner of the Royal Victoria Zoo."

Serena paused word by word: "Hehe, it's better to be a master than a lover, right? A master who treats you like an animal..."

"But, but as you can see, I'm not injured." Ashe's brain speed reached a rare limit, and the situation was critical. Normal people are different, with extremely strong recovery ability, almost at the level of immortality, and, most importantly, I can actively block the pain experience."

The second half of the sentence is of course nonsense, if it doesn't hurt, there will be ghosts, but facing the current Serena, Ashe only dares to say so.

"Really?" Serena's brown-red pupils seemed to be gradually turning scarlet. She stared at Ashe for a moment, then bent down suddenly, and bit his neck.

If the blood sucking in the morning could be regarded as warm and tender, like an injection, then this time it really turned into a beast-like bite, with sharp teeth piercing through the skin, causing Ashe to scream out in pain.

But Hemer was unmoved and still slept soundly.

Serena pulled out her teeth, and blood overflowed from the blood hole.

"Okay, show me your recovery ability and pain shielding." Serena said coldly.

"..." Ash was stunned.

He had no idea that Serena had gone crazy to such an extent. Now that the Book of Slaanesh was sealed, it was impossible for him to be immortal, let alone a fabricated pain shield. He dared to say that, but only in the The bet is that Serena won't be so cruel that she will directly hurt him for the experiment.

But he bet wrong.

"I—" The tearing pain was still working, and Ashe's cheeks became slightly distorted.

But Saria's face was even more distorted than his.

"At this point, you are still defending her."

Heartache and hatred intertwined on the dragon's face. She pressed Ashe's wound tightly with her hands to stop the bleeding, her fingertips trembling: "It's obvious that one bite can hurt so much, let alone those terrible potions, she will do it to you!" Don't you understand what a cruel thing she did? Why? Why are you still defending her? Could it be that even your mind has been twisted by her and turned into a complete slave?"

Damn it, no matter who told the "truth" to Seriya, this setup is really ruthless!

Ashe's distorted cheeks were not only caused by physical pain, but his mentality was almost burst - this is a fucking dead end!Saria's thinking has reached a perfect logical self-consistency, her anger does not come from sensibility, but rationality!Unless a mountain of irrefutable evidence is smashed in her face, all words are feeble sophistry!

But where did he come up with such ironclad evidence?This game is a series of tricks. Ifrit's chess piece made him trapped in a caravan in a lonely wilderness. The only possible help around him was Hemer, but Hemer had already been counted in, and he was caught in the first place. Solved it.

It's too ruthless, too ruthless, compared to this kind of heart attack, the pure violence of Ms. Sicily's crushing is as tender as spring breeze and rain!

Who is it? !

"Is there nothing to say?"

Saria showed a sad expression, and then the sadness gradually turned into a kind of determined pain.

That's right, all the truth was confirmed to her, and the worst ending finally came to reality.

So, how should she face this reality?

The answer seems to be only one.

"I'm sorry..." Serena's gaze seems to be no longer focused on Ashe in front of her, she is more like apologizing to the "image of Ashe" she imagined: "I know, this is also hurting you, but In order to save you, I had to do this—"

She slowly bent down, flashed her sharp teeth again, and kissed Ashe's neck.

Danger!

This time, unlike all the previous ones, Ashe's intuition was frantically sounding the alarm, some kind of innate premonition was warning him that if Saria was allowed to let go to drink his blood tonight, some kind of An ending so bad that he couldn't even imagine it will happen!

Danger!

Must stop her!

But how should he stop it?

Ever since the book of Slaanesh awakened and gained immortality, Ashe has never felt such a sense of crisis as she does now.

In this extreme sense of crisis, his brain went blank, and the flow of time seemed to slow down at this moment. In his eyes, Seliya's bending down became slow motion, and even the sound of breathing became as long as a bell.

And at the acme of blankness, a new voice appeared.

It was a familiar yet unfamiliar whisper, as far away as if from another world:

"Don't be afraid of evil spirits, God Emperor bless you—"