It was the temptation of the devil's words that made me fall into the abyss!
——Samira
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As an ADC who pretends to be unformed, when Aslan calls out the sheep, there is no suspense about the outcome of the battle.
In the smashed and broken carriage, Aslan firmly pressed Samira's hands, turned her body around and pressed her against the carriage frame. Her sword was inserted into the ground far away, and the ancestral weapon in her hand
The large pistol specially made by An Technology was thrown away without knowing where it was.
But she was still struggling, like a leopard that couldn't be tamed.
Putting the badge on the carriage in front of Samira, Aslan pressed her down and said, "I gave you many opportunities along the way. You seemed to only focus on the mission itself, and you didn't even notice the badge hanging on the carriage once.
, it’s right above your head.”
Samila paused as a coldness invaded her brain.
To be honest, she didn't really see it. She just read the description in the intelligence and knew that Aslan would appear at the right place. It was evening at that time, so she really didn't pay attention.
Moreover, Aslan was so cooperative with her from the beginning that she didn't pay much attention and made a misjudgment.
"You really are a general... no; a boy from the Baroness's family?"
Samira's tone was still a bit unbelieving. Because of Daly's relationship, she also knew some information about Lestana, the bloody baroness. Furthermore, there was no one in Noxus who didn't know about Du Keka.
profound.
But Samira was still a little hesitant,
Aslan's face doesn't look much like Duke Khal or Lady Lestana.
They're not even a family!
she thinks.
"Do you want me to take you to see the Baroness for personal verification?" Aslan leaned closer to Samira, "Before that, I think you can tell me some valuable news, such as who gave you the task and you accepted it.
Whose commission?"
Aslan is talking about two things!
Samira was bent over the frame of the carriage, and her posture was very inelegant. Her buttocks were raised high, creating a very interesting posture.
"Or do you think you have a chance to report information to your captain? Or do you think you want to lead her to escape Noxus?"
Seeing that she didn't speak, Aslan moved closer again, whispered into Samira's ear, and blew her earlobe gently.
The warm breath in her ears made Samira tremble subconsciously. She felt as if someone was scratching the palm of her hand with a feather.
It itched all over my body.
However, what Aslan said immediately made her feel as if she had fallen into an ice cave!
This person knows information about her, not only who she is, but also information about her captain, Captain Indali.
She felt like she and the captain were trapped in a trap.
Yes, a trap. I felt the temperature of Aslan's body and remembered the bad taste of those damn nobles.
"If you want to do something, hurry up. I'll take it as if... you were bitten by a dog. Hurry up, I'm in a hurry!"
After her trembling body stopped, Samira turned around. Like an angry cat, she said bitterly: "Have you expected that I would attack you?"
Yes, this man must have expected it a long time ago, otherwise he wouldn't be so calm at the beginning, and he would also be very cooperative with him in acting. It is really extremely evil.
"I didn't expect to be attacked at first, but seeing you made me think of many things."
After a few seconds of silence, Samira stopped struggling.
She is now very sure that she has fallen into a trap, and may have harmed her captain by the way.
Although she seemed a little nervous at first, Aslan did not kill her immediately, and she calmed down completely.
It seemed that the more dangerous the place, the more active her mind became.
"Let my captain go!" Samira said to Aslan, "She doesn't know anything!"
"Then it depends on your sincerity and how much you can tell me, my dear little wild cat."
Aslan hugged Sami into his arms and buried his chin in her shoulder. The words he spoke made her fall into some tangled emotions.
When she was agitated, Aslan discovered that her remaining eye began to change. It was no longer the round pupil of a human, but turned into a green pupil similar to that of a cat, which looked like
It was a cat, with maroon hair tied into a big braid with gold ornaments hanging on it. Her lips were very thin, and her green pupils had a strange and monstrous feeling like poisonous snakes.
Sure enough, this woman could go into all kinds of dangerous places without any harm. It was obvious that she definitely had extraordinary power. Aslan was convinced of his thoughts.
"I'm not your kitten!"
Samira's tone was a little angry, but she was thinking in her heart, what did this damn Baroness boy want from her.
Or is he already aware of his own information, and even her captain's information clearly? What on earth is he going to do?
Maybe, the reward posted was directed and acted by him, and he happened to be the prey that fell into the trap.
A skilled hunter often appears as a prey, and she, Samira, fell into trouble today.
"No, you are, you are my little wildcat!"
Aslan frowned slightly, pretending to be dissatisfied, and rubbed his fingers down Samira's forehead and the bridge of her nose.
The escaping frost breath made Sami shiver immediately. She felt as if the other party would dig his fingers into her body at any moment, freeze her, and then turn her into pieces all over the sky.
Moving his fingers upward again, Aslan's hand stopped on Samira's face, caressing the smooth and moist skin, and rubbing the soft texture of the skin that is unique to Shurima Samira.
"If you are unwilling to tell me, your comrades and your captain may all pay the price because of you. Doesn't it matter, my kitten?"
"Think about it, a captain who is paralyzed in a wheelchair suffered unreasonable disasters because of his reckless subordinates, and even harmed his comrades. Will you feel uneasy about your conscience?"
Samira subconsciously raised her hand and grabbed the fingers that were brushing her face, her eyes remaining on Aslan's face.
At this moment, this man with an elegant face was speaking cruel and ruthless words. He opened her bloody wounds and cut them out with a sharp knife, one after another.
The tone of the other person's words and the smile on his face were obviously full of elegance, but Samira was frightened.
She's afraid this will happen.
Moreover, the other party can really do it.
Aslan stroked Samira's hand carefully, then put her hand against his face and said with a smile.
"Do you want to watch your captain step into the abyss like you?"
He felt Samira's grip on his fingers tighten again and again, and Aslan's fingers gradually rested on her waist.
"Come, tell me, who asked you to assassinate me? My dear kitten?!"
Aslan's fingers came close to Samira's lips, and his other hand reached down to her belt and began to search.
Samira couldn't move at all, she found that her legs were fixed by the ice, and the other party seemed to easily understand her desire and physical weakness.
This is a very hateful, vicious and cruel man with experience.
She defined Aslan in her mind.
Looking at Aslan with very complicated eyes, unable to bear the humiliation after the mission failed, inexplicable explosion of self-esteem and imbalance, Samira found shamefully that she still had a little bit of unspeakable happiness and expectation.
"It is said that your captain has been paralyzed in a wheelchair for several years. Do you want her to stand up? My kitten!"
Aslan looked at the crystal water droplets on his fingers that were solidified by the frost, and let Samira see them. His tone was very seductive, "You know, she is a good person, just like the crystal clear water droplets on my fingertips, a good person
It always brings back beautiful memories.”
"Can her legs really recover?"
At this time, Samira had no time to pay attention to Aslan's overly affectionate address to her. She stiffened her body, held his hand tightly, and said in an extremely serious tone, "I want you to swear! A blood oath!"
"You don't seem to be qualified to negotiate terms with me!" Aslan looked at Samira, "Look, you are not even willing to be my kitten. Oh, no, it should be a little wild cat!"
"You scumbag, damn guy, you are a devil, I don't belong to anyone!"
Samira's graceful and mature body softened.
"Thank you for your compliment. If necessary, I never mind making my methods despicable, but now it's time for you to show your sincerity!"
"Tell me." Aslan took out a handkerchief and moistened it with the power of frost. He carefully wiped the tears on Samira's face, "If a master lets his kitten cry, this is the deepest sin.