Chapter 1858: Chapter 1858: Farewell
Dorian Cook had teased others all his life.
But he never thought that one day, he would be teased by soone else.
Moreover…
It was a woman?
Lillian Tompson was also stunned, quickly stepping back a few steps, wiping her lips with her sleeve.
In front of n, Dorian Cook was charming and alluring.
But in front of won, she instantly transford into a tigress.
“Don’t make a move.” Julius Reed glanced at Lillian Tompson and said to Dorian Cook, “I bet you’re now feeling powerless.”
“This…”
Dorian Cook’s eyes widened, discovering in surprise that she indeed felt weak.
From head to toe, she was so soft she collapsed to the ground.
“What’s happening…” Dorian Cook asked weakly.
She was a bit dazed.
How did she suddenly lose her strength?
“Did you know it was ?” Julius Reed did not answer her question but instead looked at Lillian Tompson, who was dressed in imperial guard attire.
“I didn’t originally know, but now I do. You knew I kissed you without sincere intent?”
Lillian Tompson did not escape.
She knew she couldn’t get away at all.
The last gamble failed, her bicycle turned into a wheelchair.
Though it added two wheels, it was still a huge loss.
“Perhaps you were sincere, but sincerity might be mixed with sothing else.” Julius Reed turned and his gaze fell on the sowhat desolate Lillian Tompson, “You kissed , there had to be poison on your lips!”
Hearing this.
Lillian Tompson froze for a mont.
“I really didn’t know before that you understood so well.” She smiled, a genuine joy from the heart.
“I understand you, but that doesn’t an I have to say it.” Julius Reed reached into his clothes and took out Pruitt Wilde’s severed arm. “You wanted to poison unconscious, just for this, right? But you know, I’m immune to all poisons.”
Lillian Tompson lowered her head, saying nothing.
The three of them, a stalemate like that.
“Hey! What exactly is the situation between you two! Are you old lovers? West Tower, I don’t care what won you bring back from outside, but anyway, I sleep every night at nine and wake up at eight in the morning!”
Dorian Cook, lying on the ground, shouted loudly: “I’ll leave the master bedroom light on for you, but don’t let see them!”
Bang!
Julius Reed’s right foot stepped on Dorian Cook’s head, silencing this girl who was more licentious than a temptress.
“When did you recognize ?” Julius Reed continued with a healing smile on his face.
eting an old friend brought many emotions.
“Maybe this world has geniuses, or masters. But in my heart, none of them compare to you. If there were a second person in the world as outstanding as you…”
Lillian Tompson lifted her head.
On her stubborn face appeared a trace of pride, “I wouldn’t like you the way I do.”
“I can’t refute that reason.” Julius Reed paused in silence for a while, then opened his mouth to ask again: “Are you okay?”
“Not so good.” Lillian Tompson turned her head sideways, looking at the sky, with tears shimring in her eyes.
She was the saint.
The burden she bore was too heavy.
She couldn’t do like Grace River, who could disregard everything for the person she loved.
She couldn’t do as Isabella Warm, who could do anything crazy for love.
Nor could she be like Eliezer Pine, who almost gave the person she liked a green hat.
She was Lillian Tompson, saint of the Ghost Martial Tribe.
She bore the hope of more than five thousand years of the tribe.
She did not belong to herself.
In the face of the tribe’s greater good, her love must give way.
“The High Priest’s betrayal must have hit you hard.” Julius Reed stood his ground, his right foot still on Dorian Cook, and said feelingly, “If soday, you find yourself at a dead end, co find .”
“To let you laugh at ?” Lillian Tompson said with a bit of spite, involuntarily pouting her lips, her eyes reddening.
She missed the past.
Missed the days by his side.
Every ti she hit setbacks and struggles, she would think of him.
“I can’t laugh if you’re not doing well.”
Julius Reed’s smile gradually faded, his words grew stern, “But as long as there’s a place for in this world, I will shield you with a sky.”
Lillian Tompson said nothing.
Having lost the High Priest, she lost the chance to reclaim that arm.
In this life, she had no hope of resurrecting her ancestor.
She looked directly at Julius Reed, forcing a bitter smile.
In her eyes.
Nothing but desolation.
“Take it.” Julius Reed extended his hand, returning Pruitt Wilde’s arm to her.
“You…” Lillian Tompson looked at the arm with surprise, her eyes full of disbelief. “You’re giving it to ?”
How could this be!
The ancestors of the Ghost Martial Tribe were killed by the Holy Master!
They were arch-enemies!
Irreconcilable foes!
Once Pruitt Wilde is resurrected, he would imdiately seek revenge on the Holy Master!
“Take it.” Julius Reed commanded in a tone that brooked no argunt: “I won’t let a woman who’s been with suffer injustice. Not even a little!”
“But…” Lillian Tompson reached out with trembling hands, taking the arm with a face of joy, bowing her head in sha: “But you know, once…”
“Then, I’ll just kill him again.” Julius Reed folded his hands behind his back, smiling confidently, “Such a simple thing.”
“I worry…” Lillian Tompson’s face reddened like a ripe peach. “I worry about the ancestor…”
“Give him ten thousand years, and I will still behead him!”
“Ants are still ants, even if he’s the king of ants, how could he stand shoulder to shoulder with the sky of this world?”
Julius Reed gazed into Lillian Tompson’s eyes: “My words still hold true.”
The atmosphere, briefly fell into silence.
“From today onwards, I won’t like you anymore.” Lillian Tompson cried.
No one knew how painful each day was for her.
The tribal pressure, the expectations of the clan!
All weighed heavily on her!
“I guess you were about to say you fell in love with .” Julius Reed chuckled lightly, “Like and love, all the work of hormones.”
“I love you.”
Lillian Tompson wiped her mouth, raised her tiptoes, and directly kissed him.
Julius Reed extended his hand to block her gently. “Won only affect my speed of drawing the sword.”
“Wait for .” After saying so, Lillian Tompson happily turned around and ran towards the outside.
“Take care, Nel—”
Julius Reed’s words halted as he suddenly realized…
He seed to have said the wrong na?
Lillian Tompson’s body trembled, standing still.
She knew of Nelson.
She knew that crazy woman.
“The south has a lot of rain.” Julius Reed said calmly: “Rember to bring an umbrella when you go back.”
“Mm.” Lillian Tompson bit her lip, her face showing a shy blush.
For the first ti, she realized that when the Holy Master ward up, he was so considerate.
“Witch God, I’m returning it to you.” Julius Reed took a letter from his bosom and gently tossed it.
The letter sliced through the air, caught by Lillian Tompson.
“Take it, go find Brant Fairbanks.” Julius Reed moved his foot away from Dorian Cook’s face, watching Lillian Tompson’s departing figure: “Be careful in all things.”
“You knew I would co.” Lillian Tompson looked at the letter, her hand trembling continuously.
“I just thought, maybe.” Julius Reed bent down, pulling Dorian Cook up, and gave a fierce slap!
“Damn! I finally feel better! Wait, why does a slap solve it?”
Dorian Cook held her face, feeling strength fill her entire body.
Despite being angry about being hit, she gratefully said: “Thank you.”
“Because the effect of the drug has worn off.” Julius Reed glanced at his watch, casually smiling, “Dorian, follow .”
User Comments
0 comments from readers