A woman pushed open the door. She did not go in, but stood at the door, overlooking everything happening below.
There were dozens of children in the huge space, each holding a rare and unknown sharp weapon in their hands. They were fighting and stabbing each other, sweating like rain, and there was a smell of blood in the air.
And the oldest of these children is no more than fifteen years old!
The woman's fluffy black curly hair was spread behind her, but her beautiful pupils were empty, looking down at the children like dead objects. The sad and painful wails fell on deaf ears to her.
Ever since I could remember it as a child, the shrill and painful wails here have never stopped...
Behind him, Reg's cursing could be heard. It didn't take a guess to know that Reg must have found a new unlucky child from somewhere else. Joanna's eyes narrowed and her eyes fell on the child. It was obvious that he was only eight or nine years old.
Despite his age, he has cold eyes and an unusual temperament.
Most of the people brought here are distinguished nobles. They were either exiled here by their families because of family feuds, or they were left alone because their families were wiped out. In short, everyone has a story of their own when they were still young.
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And when they are brought here, they will never escape the fate of being trained as murder weapons...
However, the child in front of him was a little different. He had a delicate face that is rare among oriental boys, and he still had a calmness and composure in his bones that he shouldn't have at his age.
All in all, very weird!
Joanna was slightly startled and asked, "What's his name? Which family does he belong to?"
"It seems to be called Rong Jue," Reg snorted coldly, "a child of the Rong family."
"The Rong family? That famous family of ghost doctors in the black market?" Joanna frowned slightly, glanced at the oriental boy again, and said to herself, "You are so brave, you actually treat a child from that kind of family
Did you bring it too?"
"Whatever, after being brought here, I will soon change my real name!"
Reg stopped talking. He reached out and pushed the boy and locked him into the cage. He turned his face slightly and said to Joanna, "The leader asked you to go to the study to find him."
Hearing this, Joanna's beautiful face immediately fell into a haze.
Usually he would only ask her to go to the study when there was a task. However, he hadn't given her a task for a long time.
The closer she got to the room, the slower she slowed down. When she reached the door, her right hand just grasped the doorknob when she remembered something.
The movement in her hand was obviously a pause. She was... afraid of the man inside!
The leader...
On the surface, it appears to be just an unknown church, but in fact, it is the underworld leader of the most powerful assassination organization in the world!
The man inside who is called the leader is not only the largest boss of the organization, but also the brother who was brought here for training with her when she was a child...
And now, she has become his housekeeper, and...
"Since we're all at the door, why don't you come in?!" A cold and sinister voice came from inside.
Joanna's slightly drooped long eyelashes trembled slightly. Two seconds later, she opened the door and walked in. "Leader, are you looking for me?"
Inside, a huge crystal lamp hangs from the ceiling. Because the ceiling in the castle is too high, there is no sunlight in the room, making every furnishing in the house seem to be immersed in a sense of mystery.
A man with dark brown hair was standing in front of the large desk, his eyes as cold as two ink-colored ice blades. The gorgeous lights in the study were refracted by the water waves and swayed on his handsome and delicate face, making his expression even colder and scary.
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If we only look at appearance, even Joanna, as a woman, is envious of his appearance.
His dark, ice-arrow-like eyes struck her, and Joanna froze on the spot, her heart tightening. When she looked up again, the man was already in front of her.
"William..."
Joanna only felt her waist tighten, and she was forced to take several steps back until her back pressed against the cold wall. There was no way to retreat!
The man's tall figure blocked the light above Joanna's head, and his deep black eyes looked at her, and Joanna couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.
William's hot breath floated on Joanna's cheek, and she could feel his strong heartbeat, and Joanna's thoughts moved slightly.
He was only two years older than her, but this feeling of suffocation could make her breathless.
Before he could take any further action, she suddenly said, "Master, do you want some coffee?" If she didn't say something, she would be out of breath.
It's eerily quiet inside...
After five full seconds, William let go of her expressionlessly, pointed his slender and strong fingers at the desk, pursed his thin lips, and said coldly: "The pen is out of ink, go get the pen!"
Joanna raised her eyes and met William's eyes, which were a pair of bright and deep pool-like pupils, with a hint of coldness in them.
As if she breathed a sigh of relief, the soles of her feet felt a little weak, "I'm sorry, it was my negligence, I will get it right away!" After saying this, she turned around and walked away.
"Stop!" The chaotic and powerful male voice revealed a domineering and innate coldness and arrogance, low but so magnetic, "Stay!"
"...Yes!" Joanna's eyes flickered, and a faint voice sounded in the room, sounding long and cold.
The next second, the man stretched out his big palm and tightly hugged her waist. He quickly walked behind the desk and pressed the hidden mechanism. The wall behind the desk slowly opened, and it turned out to be a bedroom inside.
There is a huge bed!
Joanna was thrown on the bed, and William pounced on her like a tiger, but kissed her very softly. Joanna resisted a little, but couldn't help but close her eyes.
"William, have you forgotten? You and I," she said softly in a hoarse voice, "we are brother and sister...my mother and your father, I, we are..."
With trembling passion, William opened and closed his eyes, looking down at her with cold and empty eyes, "If there is no blood relationship, we can't count as brothers and sisters!"
As soon as the words fell, he pursed her lips fiercely!
Yes, he is right, they are not related by blood. Their parents remarried and formed a family, so they are not really biological siblings.
But...this deformed physical relationship made her feel like she was on the verge of death.
He seemed to feel her absence, and suddenly bit her jaw tightly. She squeaked in pain and couldn't help but open her mouth. His dragon-like tongue took advantage of the opportunity and slipped in, tightly wrapping around the tip of her tongue.
The two of them indulged in the fierce kiss, staggering and rolling into the quilt, hugging each other tightly (harmony), looking down with the rushing desire (harmony), all the entanglements were tightly bound shackles, as if
Scorching flames instantly enveloped her whole body. Joanna grasped the sheets under her body to stop the horror of sinking, biting her lips in pain. Amidst the smell of blood, her moans (harmonious) were swallowed up by the darkness...