Cultivating Immortals For All: I Can Modify The Script Of Life

His facial muscles twitched violently, his eyes were full of hostility, "Bargers, this time, don't try to escape!"

"Crack——"

The wooden fence was broken and turned into debris scattered all over the place.

Lorant walked slowly outside the gate of the castle, looked up at the night sky, his eyes were confused, but there was endless hatred and hatred in his heart.

"Katachrome!"

Bardia snorted, "Find me this bastard! I'm going to kill him! Kill his whole family!"

"Obey, Master."

A priest wearing a cloak knelt on the ground and respectfully said, "I'll do it right away."

Baldia snorted coldly and left with a flick of his sleeves, leaving the room empty.

After a while, the cleric stood up and watched Bardia's leaving back, with a treacherous and cold smile on the corner of his mouth, "Can you finally hold back?"

Lorant stood outside the castle hall, staring blankly at the star-studded sky in the night sky, without saying a word.

After a while, she came back to her senses, stepped into the castle, and walked to the second floor.

"Ma'am, are you awake?" the butler greeted her.

Lorraine nodded and walked towards the stairs.

The butler hesitated for a moment, then comforted him in a low voice: "Your Majesty has been troubled by business affairs recently, please be more tolerant to him..."

Lorant was stunned when he heard this.

"Your Majesty has not slept well for a long time."

The butler sighed, "You can take more care of yourself."

Lorant was silent and didn't answer.

She walked into the bedroom, opened the curtains, looked at the Galaxy Cluster in the distance, and stared quietly.

After a long time, she put down the curtains and sat down at the table again.

In this world, there is a starry sky and a Star, and every star is shining and dazzling, as if it contains infinite vitality, but at the same time it is also wrapped in a huge curse and pain.

Laurent closed his eyes.

It all comes from magic.

A country that was born because of magic also perishes because of magic.

This is a kind of evil, but it does exist, and it will become stronger and stronger as the magic power continues to increase, until it swallows everyone...

"ah!"

With a scream, Lorant hugged his head and took a few steps back, then fell to the floor suddenly, panting violently.

Her face was pale, her whole body was soaked in sweat, her hands and feet trembled slightly, and her eyes showed extreme panic.

What did she see just now?

In the starry sky, there was a face, a bloody grimace.

He was smiling mockingly at her, showing sharp fangs and knife-sharp nails.

Lorant was so frightened that he tried to avoid that face, trying to escape from his grasp.

It's a pity that that face is too scary, chasing after her, as if trying to tear her into pieces!

Just when she was about to collapse in despair, a golden light flashed and crushed that face.

Lorant breathed a sigh of relief, lying limply on the floor, breathing heavily.

The butler heard the movement and hurried in, "What's wrong?"

"Go away."

Lorant reprimanded weakly, covered his ears and curled up into a ball.

The butler hesitated for a moment, closed the window, and cleaned the room again. After Lorant's mood stabilized, he asked, "Are you okay?"

"It's okay," Lorant forced his eyes to open, "help me get my clothes."

After she was fully dressed, she went to the balcony and looked at the night sky.

The moon hangs in mid-air, exuding a light silvery soft light.

Lorant took two deep breaths, turned around and went back to the house to rest and prepare dinner.

There is a feast tonight.

She has to keep up her physical strength.

"Ding dong~"

The crisp doorbell rang, Lorant opened the door, and an elf appeared in sight.

Her skin is snow-white, Black's long curly hair hangs on both sides of her shoulders, her blue-purple eyes are shining like jewels, her nose bridge is high, her lips are thin, and her graceful arc reveals a kind of indifference.

"Mr. Katachrome."

The maid saluted politely, "Your Majesty invites you to the ball."

Lorraine nodded, "Understood."

The maid smiled and said, "I'll take you to change clothes. This dress was chosen by His Majesty. I hope you like it."

Lorant followed the maid to the dressing room, his heart beating wildly.

Of course she likes it!

Although she was the eldest daughter of the Lorant family, her parents died young, leaving her alone. In this manor, apart from her father, she had no trustworthy friends.

In such oppressive and dead days, she yearns for warmth, affection, and love.

Fortunately, she finally found her own happiness.

She will make herself the real heir of the Lorant family, possess enough power and wealth, make the nobles of this country submit to her skirt, and make those who look down on her and bully her pay the due price!

"Miss Lorant, do you need my help?" the maid asked, "After all, this is your first time attending a ball."

Lorant came back to her senses, shook her head and declined her help.

The maid smiled and said goodbye.

Lorant quickly put on the dress and walked out of the dressing room.

At this time, the sky was already dark, and the lights were just coming on. The whole castle was bathed in dim lights, as if in a dream, peaceful and peaceful.

Lorant walked into the restaurant and found Barton and Li Ang near the wall.

"You came."

Seeing her, Barton raised his jaw, "Hurry up and eat, the dinner party is about to begin, we have to go to the palace for an appointment after eating, don't faint from hunger."

Button has always been strict, but for her only daughter, he has always been gentle, even pampering.

Lorant obediently responded and buried himself in the meal.

Button looked at it for a while, then suddenly frowned, and his tone became cold: "Why did you lose so much weight?"

In his memory, this child was chubby, always cheerful, like a little angel.

"It's nothing." Lorant said calmly, "I've been losing weight recently."

Barton snorted softly, "Don't learn from other wizards, you are Her Royal Highness, you don't need to wrong yourself just to please me."

Lorant pursed his lips and didn't answer.

Barton didn't bother to care about her, he just focused on eating, and occasionally glanced at the food in the other's bowl.

She had a terrible appetite, and after eating two sandwiches and some vegetables, she stopped eating and put down her fork.

"Are you full?" Barton asked, "Your figure is already very good."

Lorraine nodded, got up and left.

She strolled along the path in the garden, leisurely, as if walking in her own courtyard, leisurely.

Barton stared at her, a few complex lights flashed in his eyes.

Lorant returned to the room and changed into a clean and comfortable dress.

She looked at herself in the mirror and couldn't help but hesitate.

The girl in the mirror was slim and slim, with bulging breasts, a tight waist, and slender and straight legs.

Lorant's skin was peach red, with a healthy and seductive luster. Her long black hair was combed into noble and elegant waves, showing a bit of charm, but not vulgar. One wants to take a bite.