"You have to stay elegant to disarm people, wait until you have the information, set up layers of traps, and then kill the target!"
——LeBlanc
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"It would seem rude if I killed you here; so let's try another way."
Aslan put his handkerchief into Samira's hand.
"What's more, it's a pity that such a mature and beautiful body can be destroyed so easily. I also want to see the stamen of your rose..."
"This is a little gift from me." Aslan activated his [Ice Vein Control] power, and then condensed a black ice seed the size of a fingernail in the palm of his hand, "You don't naively think that I will
Can I let you go easily? My kitten!"
Samira looked at the black ice in Aslan's palm. The small ice cube gave off a huge chill, causing the water stains on her body to condense. Her eyebrows were soon stained with a layer of black frost. She originally wanted to struggle.
, but his legs and feet were frozen to the ground, and his heart was shaking uncontrollably.
"Come on, the best way to overcome fear is to face it. Don't you want to kill me one day, or have a hearty revenge with me in the gladiatorial arena? Think about your captain!"
Holding the black ice seeds in his left hand, Aslan approached, and the warm fingers of his right hand gently stroked the hair on Samira's cheek, wiping away the frost that had condensed on her eyebrows.
His movements and expressions were very gentle, as if he was carefully caring for the treasure in his hands.
Slowly raising her head, Samira looked at Aslan.
What caught her eyes was a smiling face with an extremely gentle expression, his eyes were a fascinating and sunken blue, and his silver hair made him look warm and elegant.
However, what this man is doing to himself at this moment seems to have nothing to do with the word elegance.
Samira's instinct told herself that she had to find a way to leave.
However, as the black ice gradually spread across her body, she found that she was completely fixed in place, unable to move at all.
"Sorry, you may feel a little uncomfortable at first, but please trust my methods!"
Aslan gently opened Samira's armor, then raised her arms, and slowly pressed the black ice seeds into her chest under her uneasy gaze.
Lissandra's black ice, in a certain principle, is also an elemental power. After carefully recalling the usage and characteristics of [Ice Vein Control], Aslan was ready to make a new attempt.
Use your own black ice seeds to create your own favored one.
Just like the sword of the Ruined King, to a certain extent it is the same as the spell to control others, and it may also be a way of energy.
[Ice Vein Drive] has many areas that can be developed.
"Asshole; what the hell do you want to do?"
After a brief panic, Samira didn't feel anything unusual, and she quickly regained her composure, "What do you want to do to me?"
"I want you to be my kitten, haven't I already told you? When I think of you showing that shameful attitude that you don't want but are forced to submit to, that is definitely a very pleasing sight to me."
Aslan stretched out his fingers and slowly guided the place where the black ice seeds were integrated into Samira's body, "That must feel very good."
After calming down from the panic, Samira noticed that her coat had been cut open. After a brief period of calm, she began to struggle.
"Don't move, my little kitten." Pulling open Samira's broken armor, Aslan put his own clothes on her body.
At the same time, he was also using his hands to guide the power of frost towards Samira's body and limbs.
Although the imprisoned state slowly disappeared, Samira felt that every part of her body had become numb and stiff due to the sudden influx of frost elements. All she could do was hold the skirt of her clothes tightly, and kept
shuddering.
...
"I don't belong to anyone, and you are no exception, you damn guy..."
I felt that the inexplicable power was absorbed into my whole body, and I recovered from the state of constant chills and shivering.
She grabbed the hem of her clothes and looked at Aslan with her only remaining eye. Her green pupils had a faint gaze, and her cheeks were already pale due to the influence of the frost.
If she had a gun at hand, Samira would have raised her hand and punched Aslan's hateful face.
"Taste the changes in your body, my kitten." The smile on Aslan's face faded, and then he held up Samira's chin with compassion, then took off her blindfold and pressed his fingers on her
On the blind eye, "You have beautiful eyes, but it is really a pity and regret to have only one!"
In the process of fusing black ice seeds to Samira, Aslan was also exploring whether there were other extraordinary powers in her body to verify his previous conjectures.
However, the black ice fused smoothly and did not encounter any rejection reaction. Aslan's previous suspicion was not confirmed, and then he set his sights on the tattoo on Samira's body.
Maybe just like the war tattoos on Sejuani's body, these tattoos have some specific functions?
"What exactly did you do to me?"
Her body seemed to be fused with the other party's power, and this power was flooding throughout her body at the moment, pulling her into an abyss of no return. Even while sitting on the ground, Samira began to resist and her body recovered.
After she became conscious, she began to kick Aslan with her feet, and even wanted to bite him with her teeth.
However, this small resistance seemed really weak compared to her previous state.
Ignoring Gu Samila's struggle, Aslan turned her back to face him, allowing the tattoos on her back and arms to be seen clearly.
"What do you want to do, guy?"
Forced to lie there with her back up, Samira felt Aslan's hands constantly running across her back, the palms with the power of frost caressing her shoulder blades, opening her arms, and running his fingers along her back.
The unknown pattern on the tattoo is writing something one after another.
She found that the other person's fingers followed the tattoos on her body, gently leading them over her tall hips, just past the center of her hip line, and then down her legs to her heels.
The other party even tickled the soles of her feet in a funny way, which made Samila feel strange!
"You...what do you want to do?" When her body was free again, Samira hurriedly got up and knelt down on guard. She looked at Aslan, "What on earth did you do to me?"
She began to wonder what Aslan wanted to do...
Why do you keep touching the tattoos on her body when you tease yourself so much that you can't get up or down?
Does this guy like my tattoos more than my body?
"Fuck, why?"
With Samira's character, she is now trapped in a deep self-doubt.
Even though she hated Aslan very much now and wanted to kill him, she was still very curious in her heart.
"Why? After all, I, Samira, am also a rose in the desert. Although I have more thorns and am a little acclimated to Noxus, am I so unpopular?"
"Just a small attempt!"
Aslan looked at Samira with a smile on his face. He knew that the heart of the woman in front of him had changed.
