League of Legends Millennium Warlord

"I haven't been in a good state recently. Lord Harold asked me to come back and rest for a while. It is estimated that it will be several days."

Among those who pinched himself, Ziram shook the clothing design manual in his hand and handed it to Trisley.

"I was going to bring it to you, but I didn't expect you to come back and pick it up yourself."

Taking the manual with a smile, Trisley bent down and gently held the man's right hand.

"Why don't I rest today and accompany you?"

Shaking his head with a smile, Ziram was a little absent-minded about the woman's caring.

"Thank you, but no need, I have nothing to do. I might be fine with a good night's sleep. You can go to work. The matters in the territory are important, and the tailor shop can't be without you."

"Well, if you need help, you can come to me at the tailor's shop."

Watching his second spring leave, Ziram sighed a long time, lying on the table with his arms propped up, his arms being lightly stinged by the messy beard, making the man realize that he hadn't shaved for a long time.

This sloppy look just follows the devil.

After thinking about it for a while, the man still tried to move his steps and crawled back to the bed with difficulty. He didn't even bother to take off his clothes and shoes, and buried his head directly in the velvet pillow that Trisley sewed by herself.

"I'm too tired, really too tired. My daughters don't go home very often. They go out early and come back late every day to do their own things. Trisley is also very busy, and I should be very busy, too busy, okay. I'm tired, take a nap, maybe just take a nap..."

I don't know why, as soon as I closed my eyes, the face of my ex-wife Mihira appeared in front of me. Different from the indifference before, the wife at this time looked apologetic and returned to her past gentleness.

"Ziram... I'm sorry..."

'I am sorry? ’

In an instant, Ziram opened his bloodshot eyes, and his anger ripped apart the illusory picture of his wife's tenderness.

Angrily, the man kicked down the small stool beside him, smashed the glass, overturned the low table, and tore off the bedding.

"It's been more than ten years! It's been more than ten years!! I think you've been thinking about it for more than ten years!!! If you don't want to, why drive me and my daughter away!!!

Mihira! What are you apologizing for now! Didn't you choose to leave us! ? Why bother with my life! ! ! Go away! ! ! Get out of here! ! ! ! I don't want to see you! ! ! ! ! "

...

Emerald Collar, Nightblade Killer Underground Castle.

Harvey looked in horror at the beautiful girl in the purple dress who followed the butcher chief not far away, trying to shrink in the shadow of the cell, begging himself not to choose himself.

"Uncle Morris, who is it for today?"

There was the sound of two people talking from outside the corridor, followed by the sound of a 'squeaky' wheel turning.

The tone of voice was still full of the lively and lovely atmosphere of a girl as it was two years ago, but Harvey felt that the voice was like a life-threatening curse, full of malice towards life.

If Maurice is the chief butcher, then the black-haired girl must be the devil.

If demons have a color, it must be purple-black.

"Miss Sheena, it's time for Harvey. He must be looking forward to today's meeting... It's just that the equipment you made this time is indeed a bit big. I'm afraid it won't fit in the cell."

"It's okay, Uncle Morris, just find a place to put it down, ah~ I can't wait to see Harvey's limbs being disassembled at the same time, I did a lot to keep the prisoner from dying. In life support work, I learned a lot of design concepts from Grandpa Christoll, blood transfusion kits, wound sewing machines, flesh carbonization devices, alchemy gel..."

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Hearing the words outside, the man's crotch began to print water stains, which quickly became wet and trembled.

"Don't worry, it's definitely not a problem for Harvey to live for a few hours... In order to make these scumbags enjoy more pain, I have consumed a lot of energy, and I will definitely not let them... Harvey, yes, I won't let them. My friend Harvey died too soon."

"In this regard, Miss Sheena, there is no doubt that you are a genius, and I am sure the master will like it."

"Hee hee, I can't wait to see Brother Lester and tell him what I think, the dungeons and prisons in the Emerald Collar are still too simple, we should have a more complete and humane punishment In this place, let the hopeless garbage enjoy the last despair of life... Beheading and hanging are really sorry for what they did..."

"Uuuuuuu..."

Covering his mouth in fear, trying not to let himself make a desperate sound, Harvey still failed.

Because, the man who pushed the torture tool and the demon girl had already come to the outside of his cell.

Compared with two years ago, the purple dress had more blood droplets, chains and zigzag black patterns. The girl's tall and gigantic chest tightened the clothes tightly, creating a sense of tension that was about to come out, like ink. His short hair hangs cleanly around his ears, protecting his delicate and beautiful ears. His overly marked eyebrows and eyes are like Pandora's box carefully decorated by the creator. Underneath the beautiful appearance, there is a fascination and despairing evil spirit.

In front of Harvey, who was curled up in a ball, the girl bent down and waved her fair and slender hand politely, like a naughty lady~www.novelmt.com~ You are Harvey, let's be friends, Harvey , can you tell me your story? "

"No...don't come here..."

Out of sight, the huge and complex torture tool was guarded by the faithful demon. The cold-blooded butcher slowly picked it up from the cart and placed it on the wide floor tiles outside the cell, with wooden flails, bone-breaking knives, pulley teeth, etc. messy stuff.

"Let... let me go, Miss Hina, please! Give me a treat!"

Kneeling to the ground, the man wearing the mask of fear kept kowtowing to the girl, begging for forgiveness.

"no."

The girl shook her head in denial without hesitation.

"If you do bad things, you will be punished. No one can escape except Brother Lester. This is the iron law of the Emerald Leader."

"Miss Hina! Isn't my death a punishment!?"

"It doesn't count. Death without pain is a gift to kindness. Think about it, how can a scum with no cure be eligible for a gift?"

"Uncle Morris, please, my friend Harvey doesn't seem to be very obedient."

"Leave it to me, Miss Hina, this is..."

"This is for the neck, Uncle Maurice. You have to pull the lock tight and put the wire in the leather buckle."

"Understood……"

"You devil!!! Ah! What are you doing!! Let me go!!!"

"Uncle Morris has already told me your story, so it doesn't matter if you don't tell it, let's start directly~"

Soon, Harvey's body was perfectly stripped and brutally [healed] under the numb and empty gazes of the few death row prisoners left in the dungeon.

The half-dead man struggled in vain, gasping violently.

"Ahhhh!!! You devil! Kill me! Kill me!!"