She followed Perlangodo all the way, and the two of them walked through the night. Ye Weilan's eyes looked around from time to time, as if she wanted to find Qi Ye's figure.

"He's not here, don't look for it," Perlangodo's tone was stained with the coolness of dewdrops in the night: "Concentrate and follow me."

He walked very quickly, and Ye Weilan had to trot to follow him. She always felt that something was wrong with Perlan Gordon's mood tonight.

More than just Perlangodo?

This Holy See is completely incorrect tonight.

Not long after leaving, Ye Weilan soon found that they had arrived at an unexpected place.

This road is to the old woman's palace.

Perrangodo took her to see Madame Camilla?

Ye Weilan bit her lip and her expression became cold.

As he arrived near the palace, it seemed to be out of a sense of danger, Ye Weilan stopped and took a few steps back as if his body had automatic consciousness.

She walked behind Perlangodo and watched him strode all the way. The person he met on the road who made a sound blocking sound. As soon as he opened his mouth, he suddenly pulled out the knife on his body and put it on his neck. He wiped his forehead with a brisk crack immediately on his neck, red blood squirted out, and the person fell down softly.

In the temple in the night, the sound of "Puchi" and "Puchi" slit the throat of the knife is constantly heard.

Ye Weilan felt a little cold and cold. She had never seen such a cruel Perrangodo.

The old pervert used to pursue beauty when murdering people. He liked to give them a blissful elegy before they died. He had never done it directly like tonight.

Walking in as if no one was around, Perlangodo stopped at the door and suddenly spoke; "Girl."

Ye Weilan responded almost tremblingly.

Perlangodo pointed inside: "Get in!" His tone was as cold as ice under the glacier: "Send that old woman to the west!"

...

Deep in the gorgeous palace, Madame Camilla was smashing things out of control. She was barefoot, like a crazy woman, running around, crying, making noise and screaming.

The maids around who were responsible for taking care of her were kneeling on the ground, like statues, and did not dare to move.

The broken porcelain cup smashed a maid's forehead, and the hot tea poured on her face. The maid trembled in pain, but she still bit her lip, but she still dared not let herself make any noise.

I was afraid that a bad person would stimulate the cruel woman who was almost crazy.

"Why...why...ah..."

"Ou Ruoqinghan, if you treat me like this, you will definitely not die well!!"

The hope is within reach, but you can only see it from afar and cannot touch it.

This sense of powerlessness that life is worse than death makes Madame Camilla completely crazy.

And just in this mess, a cold laugh suddenly came from outside the hall gate: "But I haven't seen you for a few days, you have become like this, you are not a human or a ghost. It's so gratifying."

Hearing this voice, the woman who was already crazy suddenly turned around. When she saw the person she was thinking about, her eyes were almost about to come out of her eye sockets. She rushed forward, her tone as if she was epilepsy, and she shouted: "Ou Ruolan... Give me... your blood!!"

Her blood?
Chapter completed!