Don’t Mess with the War Goddess

Girl's skull?

Vic has a little interest.

He got up, walked to the girl with the skull, and looked at the hair that was processed the day after tomorrow.

Landiffan gently shook the red wine in the skull, and continued with a smile: "Every time you taste a sip of red wine, you can hear the cry of a girl in your ears."

"Red, girl, cry, Mr. Vic, don't you think it's wonderful?"

There is not the most perverted, only more romantic.

Vic was moved by what he said.

Pick up another skull cap filled with red wine.

Only when I held it in my hand did Lan Tiffin say that the bones had been treated specially.

Very white, with a thin coating around it, like a transparent material melted with gold powder, it feels very comfortable.

It's like touching the delicate, smooth skin of a girl.

As the red wine swayed, the gold powder shone brightly, and even the wine juice revealed a thin layer of golden light.

Brewed by a witch in the forest, it can make people never grow old. It is full of magic wine, beautiful and dangerous.

Vic bowed his head and took a sip, with an aftertaste on his face.

"Indeed, it's wonderful."

Landifen held the skull and held it up, "Cheers."

"Cheers." Vic toasted together, the two head caps touched, the bright red wine shook, and the wind blew by, and it seemed that the girl's cry could be heard in his ears.

Vic laughed and drank several cups in a row.

Landiffan was also laughing, he was tasting slowly, playing with the bones in his hands from time to time.

In those eyes that had been smiling, there was a devilish cruel in the depths.

More morbid than Vic's exposed brutality.

Above the snow-capped mountains, there is white snow, and under the snow, the forest is quiet.

Inside the villa, I don’t know how many people are about to give up their lives.

About ten kilometers away from the jungle villa, in the jungle manor privately owned by individuals, there are also people standing in front of the large French windows where the snow-capped mountains can be seen, gazing over the distant snow-capped mountains.

He was a very handsome young man with a face of Ossi, and his facial features were so handsome as if he had carved it by himself. No matter which angle he had, he was so perfect.

He also has a pair of azure blue eyes, which are brighter than the sky reflecting the snow-capped mountains.

Standing in front of the large French window with medieval aristocratic costume, his upright posture exudes an innate noble temperament. The long legs are wrapped in boots, making his legs straighter.

He was holding an ancient saber in his hand. It was a saber that could only be possessed by the head of the Winsier family. It has a history of hundreds of years.

This person is the Earl of Winsell.

He was very worried, standing in front of the window where the snow-capped mountains could be seen, motionless, half an hour away.

"Master Earl."

A servant came in and paid a royal gift.

The Lord Earl turned, but it was just a turning motion, so graceful that there was no flaw in it.

He is the head of the Winsell family and the Lord Earl of Winsell.

A young earl who pursues perfection and does not allow himself a little aphasia in his appearance and appearance.

Azure eyes locked the servant, "Where are they?"

The voice is low and thick, like a violin playing.

With the aristocratic aura that cannot be offended, the servant bends over and bows his head, extremely respectful.

He replied in a low voice, "Xia Guo, the four of them went to Xia Guo."

"Xia Country? That ancient and mysterious ancient country in the East, how could they go where?" Earl Winsell frowned slightly.

The servant replied, "The four of them left in secret, and they haven't found it on the emperor domain so far."

"Help them prevent the emperor domain from discovering it." Winsier ordered in a cold voice, and then said again: "I'm going to Xia Country, right now."