Chapter 63:

"Wait, don't push first."
Liu Yu opened her eyes in a burst of pain.
To be honest, the last broken arm did not make her too painful: when the pain was felt, the arm was no longer there.
And what occupies all her thinking is not pain but cold.
The snow is cold and the blood is cold.
The whole person seemed to be in the ice and snow, from inside to outside, it was cold.
But now, it is really painful.
The rope was embedded in the body, and it could be seen that the person who tied her had no effort at all. She struggled, but could not move even a small finger. The whole person was recessed into a humiliating shape, the only left arm remaining She was tied back, her knees were on the ground, her hair was pulled from behind, almost leaving her scalp—
Although what she expected.
...But it hurts too much.
Liu Yu moaned.
The sound was like a drop of water falling into the rolling oil.
"She she she... how did you wake up?"
"Hurry and push into the water..."
"No, no, Princess Mary, do we really want to do this? Also, wait for Master Bruce to come... and make a decision."
"Shut up! Poor! Hypocritical benevolence!" Princess Mary sneered again and again, "It's not you who threw the stones just now? It's not you who insulted people? Or, you don't have enough faith in the light to believe in the dark creatures. code?"
"Last year, there were thirty-two evil witches burned to death in Guang Vincent Square. Do you sympathize?"
"No!"
"Why do you hesitate now?!"
After an eager "Dada" sound, Liu Yu's face was dragged up.
"Because of this face?...Oh, yes, unparalleled beauty...The rose that never dies in the city of Soro...and these beautiful eyes..."
Princess Mary's luxurious red silk scratched the girl's cheek, her red nails were pressed against the white skin, and just as a girl shouted "no", the long nails crossed across--
A long blood stain appeared on the delicate face like a rose.
"Mary! Are you crazy?!"
"I'm not crazy."
Princess Mary giggled, and she used her nails to make a few more strokes back and forth on the wound, until the wound was torn very hard, and the blood trickled down like a centipede, before turning around. , Facing Liu Yu, "... Oh, Miss Fergus, don't stare at me like this, when you are close to the cultists, willing to be with the fallen, you should know that this day will come sooner or later..."
"Yes, I'm jealous of you. I saw you from the first glance, I was jealous of your beauty, and even more jealous that you became Mr. Leslie, oh no, now I'm a lover of the cultist. My Mary Carlo is not As hypocritical as everyone else, I admit, I am avenging you."
"Mary Carlo."
The girl who was and unable to move was gasping for breath. There were no soft waves in those blue eyes, but rather icy frost. "The trial and the trial haven't come down...you, you can't..."
"I can."
Princess Mary couldn't tell herself, where did the endless maliciousness come from.
There seemed to be a voice in the brain, constantly urging her, insulting her, killing her, and not letting them die too happy.
And this thought made her blood boiling--
"Kathys, give me your dagger."
Katice is one of Mary’s followers, and now stands with Ophelia behind Liu Yu, one pulling her hair and the other pressing her shoulders, not letting her stand up—
Katie drew her dagger from her waist and threw it away.
Mary took it, and the girl struggled.
It's a pity that her strength is too low, and kicked by Ophelia, the whole person fell down in embarrassment.
"Ophelia! Please, let her go." At this moment, a girl in a blue dress stood up, "Sister Belia is innocent... she is just, just..."
"Oh, Natasi, if you want to be with her, please continue."
Princess Mary said.
The unfamiliar by the Berner Lake has already left.
They did not intend to argue against the cultists, but they did not stop Mary's behavior.
Once this world is judged to be dark, then, it seems natural to do anything to them—
Even if there is a rise of mourning, they dare to confess to the deities in their hearts, confess their infirmity, and then they should be as firm as they should be.
Only a dozen people remained.
Most of them are fanatical light believers, and they are very interested in making the dark creatures unlucky. At this time, those burning eyes fall through the dim sky and fall on the girl who stood out halfway: if she said one more word, Then she will become the second Belia Fergus.
Natasi helplessly grabbed the corner of her clothes, she wept to the spire of the temple.
The bell of the temple rang.
"Boom--"
"Boom--Boom--"
"Boom--Boom--Boom--"
Six times.
But otherwise, there was no movement.
The world seems to be indulging all this.
Natasi's footsteps backed away, she backed away, and suddenly squatted down while covering her face and crashing:
... kindness... integrity... courage...
She can't do it.
She has no courage to stop...
Princess Mary turned happily and patted the girl's forced face with a dagger.
She looks too embarrassed.
A face was half-blooded with blood, but there was no tear, and fire was burning in his eyes.
"Oh, it's ugly."
Princess Mary "tweeted" twice, and she provoked her hair with a dagger in disgust.
The long wavy golden hair reveals the rich color of gold in the dim sky, which is reminiscent of the bright light that countless people yearn for.
Really disgusting.
How can a traitor enjoy the bright colors.
"How about I change your hairstyle?"
Princess Mary walked behind her with interest, and Ophelia gave way.
The daggers are drawn east and west.
The long hair like seaweed fell down one after another.
The girl looked stubbornly in front of her, and she did not cry, and when the short dagger crossed her long hair, she occasionally fell on her delicate skin, and her body swept, but she did not cry.
Gradually, the enthusiastic followers began to be silent.
Dark creature...
Depraved species...
But the blood they shed is also red, and they have loved ones...
At this time, the eyes of the teenager sleeping next to him opened.
He seemed at a loss.
Princess Mary's hand shook and crossed Liu Yu's neck with another deep wound.
"Oh, sorry, didn't hold on."
She said disrespectfully, "Kathys, bring your mirror."
A mirror stood in front of the girl.
There was an extremely embarrassed face in it, a fierce wound from the temple to the corner of the mouth, torn the whole face in half, like a nightmare that only appeared at midnight... Blood was still flowing down... Blonde hair was It was cut like a dog's bite, tightly against the scalp, and the hair was stained with blood...
She closed her eyes:
"kill me."
...It doesn't matter, Liu Yu.
She comforted herself that any gain would have to be paid.
And this price, she is willing to pay.
"Bei... Leah?"
The teenager moved, but didn't break away.
He turned his head to the side of the girl, and the sky was still bleak to him.
Only dark night.
"...Oh sorry, Leslie, no, cultist, don't move, this rope can be soaked with the juice of Vedan grass, the more you move, the tighter it is wrapped, don't use the silent method, you can't make it ...Do you know what I am doing? I am cutting my dear Miss Fergus... My craft is very good, and Miss Fergus is crying with joy..."
Princess Mary seemed to be happy, throwing the dagger into Katie's hand.
"Mary Carlo, kill me."
The girl said again.
The voice is dumb.
"Beliya!"
The teenager struggled harder and harder.
The rope is indeed as Mary said, tightening like a creeping bug, tightening...
"No! Gaia! Don't move!" the girl exclaimed. "The more you move, the tighter it will wrap."
Gaia stopped.
He was not crushed like Liu Yu, and those people seemed unwilling to touch him, he just lay straight.
Gray-green eyes looked at the sky:
"……wrong."
Princess Mary looked around for a while:
"Ophelia, you said, should I push them down now?...No, I can't see Miss Fergus' tears, I'm always a little unwilling...You said, how can I make her cry?"
Ophelia thought for a while:
"The city of Soro once said that Miss Fergus has something besides her most precious beauty."
"what?"
"The coat of arms of the Fergus family, a golden iris flower."
"Oh, look, here, it's really not creative to hide." Princess Mary found the badge in the pocket of the blonde girl's skirt as soon as she reached out. She looked at the light for a while, "very ordinary, Han Qi, compared with the badge of our Carlo royal family... far from it."
The golden badge was dropped to the ground.
"no, do not want!"
The girl seemed to collapse, she cried forward, but fell on the grass.
She looked up desperately:
"Please, no! Princess Mary, you can insult me... please, please... let go of Fergus..."
The golden iris was crushed by the heels of leather shoes.
The ruby ​​dropped.
Petals as thin as cicada wings also fell.
Piece by piece, it was finally crushed into sections.
"no, do not want……"
The girl kept shaking her head and crying.
"Crying finally. Ophelia, push her down."
"And this one, together."
"Boom--"
"Boom--"
Liu Yu was pushed into the water.
The water of Lake Bernard was so cold that she poured it from all directions.
The wound hurts...
In the lake, there seemed to be a voice saying: "As you wish, Miss Fergus."
Yes, if you are not successful, you will become a benefactor.
Liu Yu thought, this time... what was the result?
Will it change?
She opened her eyes, and her long-term blood loss made her consciousness start to dissipate. Through the large bubbles, the expression on the teenager's face was somewhat distorted and distorted. ...
She blinked.
The picture disappeared with the increased dizziness.
Is it an illusion?
Liu Yu only had time to call out gently towards the other party:
"Gaia Leslie..."
"Variety."
The ban was loosened.
The trapped and sturdy boy turned into a golden lamb in the last trace of divine power.
The rope fell off it.
But the girl fell faster, and two heavy stones pulled her, sinking like a "cannonball."
Blood spread on the way she passed.
Her breath disappeared.
The lamb froze.
He was wrapped in a turbulent current and rushed straight to the shore of the lake, farther and farther away from the little shadow...
"Do not."
Can't.
She swore.
The lamb's body is constantly inflating, inflating...
"boom--"
It shattered into countless golden fragments.
The world seems to be enveloped by this golden color, and the night becomes day.
Countless golden shards floated on Lake Bernard, and even the sky became golden.
The believers are creeping on the ground and dare not raise their heads:
"The Holy Light is above, with my loyalty, with my faith, dedicated to my God!"
In the endless golden undercurrent of the lake, a slender young man stepped out of the vortex, holding a girl in his arms.
The golden floating catkins poured into her body like a slurry.
The girl opened her eyes.
Her eyes changed from a shallow azure to a clear ice blue closer to ice.
Her short blond hair is as crazy as algae, so crazy...
Was blown up by the wind, intertwined with the teenager's gray silver hair in the air.
There are fewer and fewer golden floats, less and less, until zero.
Liu Yu's consciousness sank, sober.
At a glance she saw the beautiful, similar and dissimilar face in front of her.
He looked down at her, his expression lingering like fog, like a layer of light gauze.
Liu Yu only saw his robe like clouds, and cold gray silver hair, his facial features were as sharp as a knife:
"...Gaia Leslie?"
The young man bowed his head and kissed.
His cold lips covered the corners of her lips:
"I accept your love, Belia Fergus."
He announced politely but arrogantly.
Liu Yu's response was to straighten up and kiss him.
The two kissed for a long time.
When separating, Liu Yu also said:
"I accept your acceptance."