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The gentle sunlight fell on the sleeping man's sleeping face, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and he opened his eyes blankly.His weak body forced him to lie flat. As if he had been summoned, he turned his head to look out of the window, at the manicured grass, and someone looked at him calmly.

Sloat...

It was Sloat who died while fetching the wheeling stone.He stood on the grass, with a vague sarcasm always on his face, his white clothes were slightly lifted by the wind, he turned his gaze away, and Ent pierced his body with the long sword.

Drops of blood were splashed far away, watering the grass and the white railings.

Sloat!

Yabel fell to the ground suddenly, blood spattered on his forehead, raised his head and nailed Slot to the roof with a spear, and the blood bloomed drop by drop on the top of his head.

The pupils kept shrinking, and Yabel wanted to scream but couldn't make a sound. He couldn't move, and was held in Ent's arms, "I am a priest, you say you love me...I am your only belief...you have to make Si Lott killed, killed him...you became like this because of him, I left because of him, you can't lose me..."

His voice became sharper and sharper, and Yabel wanted to cover his ears but heard it more clearly. He opened his blank eyes and screamed uncontrollably.

When Sloat opened the door, he saw Yabel curled up in the corner, like a wounded little animal, refusing anyone to approach him.

"Your Highness, he wakes up like this."

''roll!Get out of here! ''

Neil tried to get closer several times, but Yabel beat him back.

Sloat walked over cautiously, and Yabel grabbed him. He huddled in Sloat's arms, looking out of the window with unfocused eyes, "Master...don't go..."

Sloat was shocked, knocked him unconscious and threw him back on the bed.

The person lying on the bed was unconscious but still not honest, his body struggled subconsciously to wake up, and the servants obeyed orders and brought a rope to tie Yabel up.Sloat just walked over, he knew that he lost his composure just now, "Abel?"

Sloat touched Yabel's forehead as an apology, and Yabel murmured his name in a low voice, calling him but not him.

Sloter's rational strings finally couldn't stand the external force and broke, he left and said, "Call Ke Jun back, if he pretends to be crazy, he will be beaten to death."