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- Chapter 125 Summer Night
In the Luton family, Otilia is a rather special existence.
She is not named Luton, but both the old patriarch of the previous generation and the current head of the family, Bergson, have given her great power and trust. This special favor for people with foreign surnames makes all the guys with Luton as suffix of their names go crazy with jealousy. They used various means to find out about Otilia's origins, fully activated the thinking function of their brains, and guessed her origins from all possible angles. These seemingly boring but practical actions have led to many bizarre inferences.
Some people think: Otilia is the daughter of the old patriarch.
Some people think: She is a bitch from the wilderness. Maybe Bergson was the seed that came out of her belly. Anything can happen in this world, and it is not uncommon for women to live into their seventies or eighties and still maintain the youthful appearance of a girl. Maybe she likes to eat human flesh and drink human blood, using this terrifying and effective method to stay forever young. (Bloody Countess Elizabeth Bathory)
There are also people who stubbornly bite her to death - Otilia is actually Bergson's mistress. It is not difficult to understand this stubborn and weird thinking. Bergson is a smart and capable guy, but he doesn't like women. Except for Otilia, who is closest to him, who can believe that the dignified head of the Luton family will be absolutely loyal to his wife? Such a steadfast and tenacious man was rare even in the old days, let alone now.
No matter which statement it is, there is no credible evidence. Otilia was as cold as a piece of ice. No one had ever seen her smile or cry. She was not pretty, and other than indifference, there was no other expression on her face. She always appears quietly from the dark corners of Gargasoni Castle when people are not paying attention. His movements are as nimble as a cat walking in the dark, and his graceful figure is like a black rose that can only bloom in hell. A sharp dagger always carried on his back, exuding strong and pungent blood.
Based on the per capita living standards of this era, the people living in Gargasoni Castle are equivalent to a small noble with hundreds of millions of assets in the old era. When their empty stomachs were filled to the brim with nutritious and delicious food, the men of the Luton family naturally focused their lustful eyes on Otilia.
They don¡¯t lack women, they just want more and stronger stimulation. Not beautiful, but with a first-class figure, silent, and always carrying a weapon. This kind of woman is obviously more exciting than those bitches who can be bought with money in bars or companies.
No one knows what happened that night. When people woke up the next day, they found that on the luxurious long table of the castle restaurant, there was a human head that had been chopped off from the neck. The edges of the wound were so smooth that there were no wrinkles, but it didn't look fresh.
That¡¯s Bergson¡¯s distant cousin. Judging from the confusing blood relationship, he is probably a cousin or cousin. His surname was also Luton, but his head was cut off with a sword by a person whose status was similar to that of a maid in his own home.
There is no complicated process in this matter, only an incredible result. Facing the ferocious dead heads, and the relatives of the deceased who were crying so hard that they almost lost their breath, and whose expressions were even more pitiful than those of the refugees starving to death in the wilderness, Bergson said lightly - "Take this guy away." Find the lower body and throw it out to feed the dogs."
Since then, no one has dared to take advantage of Otilia.
The strong wind blew away the thick clouds that covered the sky. Revealing a cold and desolate waning moon hanging in the center of the night.
With his legs bent, he sat slumped on the hard ground, and the thin white sheets slipped silently from the hospital bed. Through the semi-arched window, she stared blankly at the pale moonlight that penetrated into the room from the glass window. In Otilia's eyes full of dullness and despair, warm and turbid liquid slowly seeped out. . They slowly slipped from the gaps in the corners of the eyes, leaving two slightly curved water stains on the surface of the white and smooth skin.
Locke lay on the bed like a piece of rotting wood. The monitoring equipment beeped slightly from time to time, and the faint bright green light spot on the screen was like an exhausted snail, dragging its heavy body forward with great difficulty.
"Brother Griffith, Brother Lockeyou are all dead. What's the point of living alone" Otilia murmured, with a look of helplessness on her face.
Suddenly, there was a sound of slight but firm footsteps in the corridor outside the door. From far to near, it becomes louder and clearer.
Otilia's pupils shrank sharply, she quickly stood up and moved her long straight legs stretched out by dark stockings with smooth lines. The body is slightly arched, keeping it ready at any time.With a raised posture, he stared at the crack in the ajar door.
Locke was dying, but some people wanted him to die faster. McGee is the best example.
This is not nursing time, and the rhythm of her footsteps does not match any doctor or nurse in Otilia's memory. Obviously, this is a stranger.
Otilia said nothing. She slowly put her snow-like hand into the leather bag slung on her shoulder and slowly pulled out a handful about half a meter long. It was simple in style and exuded a sharp cold light and a strong smell of blood. dagger.
The door opened gently, and the white chandelier hanging high in the center of the roof illuminated a tall figure.
"Whoosh¡ª¡ª"
Like the most agile cheetah, Ottilia jumped forward and lunged forward. The dagger she held in her hand tore through the air, letting out a piercing scream and sending out an icy cold glow in the silver moonlight, towards her. The person's waist and abdomen were slashed hard like lightning.
"Huh?"
The visitor asked instinctively in surprise, avoiding the attack at an incredible speed and angle. Under Otilia's gaze, the figure blurred for a while and disappeared on the spot like a ghost. Like a burst of transparent air, in an instant, it faded out of her sight and flashed behind her. The horrified Otilia quickly turned the sword around, but felt her wrist stagnate, her throat was instantly tightened by a strong hand, and all her strength was suddenly lost.
"Who are you?" A stern and fierce young male voice sounded behind the ear.
Otilia's face looked a little distorted when she was half suffocated. She swallowed hard, and said in an extremely desperate and vicious voice: "I won't even let go of a dying person The Luton family This scumbag did hire a pretty strong dog this time¡ª¡ª"
I don¡¯t know why, but the fingers stuck in my throat slowly loosened up. Otilia seized the opportunity and broke away suddenly, her soft body dodging to the wall as fast as possible. The moment her fingers touched the handle of the dagger pinned to her lower back, an irresistible force suddenly grabbed her shoulders and pressed her hard against the wall. Immediately afterwards, the cold and sharp sword blade came very close to the soft and white recess of Otilia's collarbone.
The cold moonlight shone directly from the window, and she finally saw her opponent clearly.
This is a young man who is so beautiful that it makes people¡¯s hearts beat. He is wearing a silky light gray combat uniform on his muscular body. His strong muscles bulge slightly from under the elastic fabric. His two beautiful thick eyebrows are curved. The depths of his pure black eyes are like the deep night sky. peaceful.
"Are you Locke's friend?" The man's voice sounded like running water.
Otilia nodded subconsciously. She couldn't feel any powerful aura emanating from this man, but she had no ability to resist under the pressure of his crystal-like jade arms that were smoother than her own.
The man let go of his hand, lifted the hilt of the sword and slowly brought it to her hand. The black jade-like eyes stayed on Locke, who looked almost dead next to him and could only barely feel a faint breath.
"How is he doing?"
These completely unsurprising words stimulated Otilia like an electric shock. Surprise, ecstasy, disbelief¡. Complex psychology and chaotic thinking instantly filled her entire brain. The sound was ringing endlessly, hitting her eardrums so that she could no longer hear any other unnecessary sounds.
"Youare you Lin Xiang? I heard Locke talking about you." Otilia took a deep breath, keeping her body tense, and suddenly she felt weak and wanted to collapse.
The man turned around and nodded. His eyes flashed past Otilia and settled on the alcohol bottle in the middle of the medical equipment rack next to the hospital bed.
"Locke is dying, and Griffiththem, they have been waiting for you." Otilia wanted to maintain her usual cold appearance, but the sound coming from her throat was obviously helpless. A suppressed cry.
"They will be saved. I promise." Lin Xiang's smile seemed to have an indescribable magic power, gently soothing Otilia's almost collapsed heart.
"Can I do something for you?" Otilia let out a long sigh of relief as she wiped the tears that overflowed from the corners of her eyes.
Lin Xiang looked at her calmly: "You are too tired. I suggest that it is best to take a nap."
Otilia shook her head resolutely and decisively.
Lin Xiang's face showed no change, and his clenched fist's right hand suddenly swung out without warning, hitting her ribs hard. Otilia's face suddenly turned pale, and she opened her mouth in disbelief, but did not cry out. His body shook uncontrollably, and he slowly collapsed to the ground, falling into a coma.
"Sorry, sometimes, I fall asleep??, on the contrary, it is a kind of happiness. "
With a hint of melancholy in his eyes, Lin Xiang walked quickly to the hospital bed and carefully wiped his smooth fingers with an alcohol cotton ball. As the scalpel opened a long and narrow gash in the skin that was too white and greasy. Following the drop point at the end of the fingertip, a few drops of crystal clear bright red blood slowly fell on the center of Locke's slightly opened lips.
The Summer Ball has always been one of the most anticipated events at Gargasoni Castle every year.
In a brightly lit hall, the most eye-catching scenery is always a woman.
They wore dresses as bright as butterflies, and the expensive satin skirts were surrounded by lace as soft as clouds.
In contrast, men¡¯s clothing is not so flamboyant. Most of them wore traditional black suits with exquisite fabrics and exquisite workmanship. The silver buttons shone under the light, and the golden patterns on the sleeves and collars were dazzling. Occasionally, there will be a few unique guys who appear, wearing the standard Thorspian combat uniform with blue and white patterns, and paired with well-polished high riding boots, they look handsome and tall. It looks like a very proud rooster that has just changed its tail feathers.
?This is a night full of fun and passion. Gargasoni Castle is huge, with hundreds of rooms and countless hidden corners, fully capable of satisfying anyone's needs.
When Lin Xiang walked into the hall from the side door, he saw an old woman with a wrinkled face and facial muscles that were atrophied and clinging to the bones, but she was wearing a pink-green taffeta low-cut dress, revealing two slumped soft leather bags. , opening her mouth covered in bright red lipstick, showing him an extremely sexy yet creepy charming smile.
The soft light shone on Lin Xiang's face, seeming to stir up a jade-colored shimmer on the flawless skin. Although only a few people noticed his existence, without exception, they all fixed their eyes on him with covetous, jealous and surprised eyes.
¡°This man is my¡ª¡ª¡± A fat woman with pimples on her face tightly twisted the wavy wig hanging down from her shoulders with her fingers. His throat was rising and falling as he swallowed hard.
¡°He belongs to me, I discovered him first¡ª¡ª¡± The old woman sitting behind her stared at her wrinkled eyes and raised her fists fiercely.
Those eyes full of primitive sensuality include both women and men.
"This year's prom was good. There was such a beautiful and cute little guy." A bad old man with all white hair licked his lips.
"It looks very clean. The muscles are strong, and the butt must be very tight." The fat man next to him, who weighed at least more than 150 kilograms and whose black suit was about to be burst by his round belly, quickly swallowed a blue one with a glass of mellow red wine. Hormone drugs. Eyes flashing with desire, greedily roving back and forth on Lin Xiang's body.
A middle-aged woman wearing a pink corrugated silk skirt was the first to come forward. Her appearance is ordinary, but her figure is acceptable. The waist, which was obviously stretched out by the tight clothes, looked very slender, and the skin was relatively fair.
"Shameless¡ª¡ª"
¡°Bitch! Slut! Bitch¡ª¡ª¡±
"I want to tear her face apart¡ª¡ª"
Everyone cursed angrily in their hearts and expressed strong condemnation in the most filthy words. Of course, their livid faces still maintained the demeanor and smiles expected of nobles. There were only countless cannibalistic gazes gathered from all directions on the woman who alone had the fattest prey tonight.
"What's your name?" Lin Xiang politely asked the woman nestled in his arms.
"Call me Dinah." Her face was filled with happiness and lust. However, the latter obviously contains more ingredients.
"Dina? A very good name." Lin Xiang nodded: "So, what is your last name?"
"Of course it's Luton." The woman, immersed in satisfaction, obviously didn't realize the consequences of this strange question. She added: "Everyone here has the surname Luton."
"Very good."
Lin Xiang casually pulled out the M500 from his waist, and with the most sincere smile, he inserted the cold, thick muzzle into the center of the woman's lips that he couldn't wait to kiss. - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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