34~ I Bet You Can't Make It

"How about you untie the chain for me first? Don't worry, I won't run, and I won't be able to get out." ~ Since you don't plan to run, why let me untie the chain for you?" Joan raised her eyebrows.

~But you are short of manpower right now, aren't you?"

"Oh? Could it be that Her Majesty the Queen wants to go into battle for Her Majesty? For a while, a trace of interest flashed in Joan's eyes.

"I didn't say that." Villette turned her head away. "I just don't want to be buried with you like this. Anyway, I will resist." "Is that so?" For some reason, looking at Villette like this, the corner of Joan's mouth flashed a little.

~ Well, you stand there and don't move. "Said Ruo, Joan took out the iron lock key she carried with her from her waist.

"That's it?" Joan's simple release surprised Villette, she thought it would take more words to convince the other party. "if not?"

~Aren't you afraid that I will be bad for your queen?" Villette raised her eyebrows. "I have a grudge against her. "~I believe that Her Lady Queen once had the virtues of being a knight, and" Joan raised the corners of her mouth.

~Also?"

"How about a bet?" Joan said with a smile. "I bet, Your Majesty, that you can't do anything to Her Majesty the Queen."

"Why can't I do it??""While hearing this, I don't know why, Villette's heart became inexplicably irritable." Your queen killed my parents and comrades in arms, causing my country to be ruined, I said. At night, I want to kill her in my dreams!"

"Are you sure? Then you can try it." Joan didn't seem to be afraid of this, as she untied the chains that bound Villette.

"Does the Queen know that the most difficult thing for mortals to give up is feelings, especially more emotional women, they will not be able to forget those who have had intimate contact with them, no matter how big the hatred is, it will be slowly diluted with time. of."

"What do you mean?" Villette clenched her fists. "Do you think that I will forget the deep hatred I once had just because of this superficial relationship?"

"Unfortunately, that's the way it is. Whether it's the Gulan people, the blood family, or the charm, our relationship is so fragile." Qiong spread her hands. "If this is enough, it's far from being able to let the Queen do not attack the Queen, and what's more important is" Joan leaned over and poked Villette's chest. "The seeds of love have been deeply planted in you."

~ I bet you absolutely can't attack Her Majesty. "

~What a joke!" Villette slapped Joan's hand away, and Joan wasn't annoyed by this, and the chains clicked at Villette's feet.

"Okay, Madam Queen, you are free, but if you want to save your life, you'd better stay out of this room, there is a super high-level guardian spell here, go out, you will only have to die like a headless fly. One, died in the chaos of the army."

~ You are too underestimated. "Villette said coldly.

"Okay, Lady Queen, I wish you good luck." Joan threw a steel sword hanging on the wall to Villette.

"If I can survive, I would like to have a good chat with you." After saying that, Joan made a gesture and stepped out of the door of the room. For a while, the room fell silent, leaving only Astrid lying in a coma on the bed, and Villette holding a sword silently. She recalled what Fang Caiqiong had said to herself.

"I bet you will never be able to take action against Her Majesty the Queen."

~Really?" Villette looked at the steel sword in her hand, and the face of the sword reflected her pretty and glamorous face. She walked to Astrid step by step, raised the sword, and stabbed it fiercely.

"The sharp point of the sword was so close to Astrid's slender neck, and now, this sinister is so weak, that just a slight downward movement of Villette's hand can take her life.

Villette took a deep breath and closed her eyes. She could see the tragic death of her parents and her companions. Let this nightmare end.

She had made up her mind, killed Astrid, and then committed suicide.

"I just think that if it was your elder sister who killed this king, there would be no problem at all." Vilitt was taken aback for a moment.

For some reason, what Astrid had said to her that day flashed in her mind.

The hands holding the long sword trembled slightly, and Weilit felt that she was gradually unable to grasp the sword in her hand. Why, it's only a little short, why can't I kill myself??

This villainous queen killed her close relatives, ravaged her country, and desecrated her body. Isn't it right that she took her life??

Then why can't you do it yourself?

Could it be true that if that Mei Ting said the same, the seed of love has been planted in his heart and has taken root?! No, it is impossible

Four months, just four months of rotten life, has she completely forgotten the friendship of the past twenty years? Vilit gritted her teeth.

She couldn't believe that she was such a cheap woman.

"Yeah!" The long sword in her hand stabbed fiercely, and when she slowly opened her eyes, the sword stabbed at Astrid's pillow, perfectly avoiding Astrid.

~pat." Villette took a step back, and the long sword fell to the ground.

"I, I" Villette looked at her hands dully, her heart full of inexplicable loss. I don't know if it's for me or what.

After a long time, she looked up at Astrid, who was still asleep, and stood up with a sword. Can't kill her, at least not at this time.

If you want to kill her, kill her in a fair and open manner, instead of taking advantage of it at such a time. For Dari's unscrupulous means, if you don't, just follow

Is this villain just as despicable and shameless?

Perhaps just wanting to give herself a reason to feel at ease, Villette calmed her mind and stopped focusing on Astrid. She took off Suo's long floor-length dress, cut it in half, and only put on the upper part of the body, and the lower part was used for the waist.

The braided hair is untied, and the long blond hair is pouring down, throwing off the high heels on the soles of the feet, and naked ankles wrapped in white over-the-knee socks, which makes it easier to move.

Played a few sword flowers in the house, restored the learned sword skills one by one, and got it at your fingertips.

She hasn't touched a sword for four months, and her technique has become a lot rusty, but after short dad's practice, the feeling she once felt came back again. His eyes were no longer indifferent and dazed. The moment he held the hilt of the sword, the knight Ji, who was galloping on the battlefield, came back.

Outside the window is a fire, and the wind is flickering with the smell of blood.

A burst of hurried footsteps came from the first floor of Sleeping Words, from far to near, until they roughly pushed open the door of the bedroom. The wind brought by the door blew Knight Ji's long golden hair, and stood in the wind with sharp eyes.