League of Legends Millennium Warlord

"I haven't been in a good state recently, Lord Harold asked me to come back and rest for a while, probably for a few days."

Among those who pinched himself, Zilam casually shook the clothing design manual in his hand, and handed it to Trisli.

"I was going to send it to you, but I didn't expect you to come back and pick it up by yourself."

Smiling and taking the manual, Trisili bent down and gently held the man's right hand.

"Why don't I rest today and stay with you?"

Smiling and shaking his head, Chiram was a little absent-minded about the woman's thoughtfulness.

"Thank you, but no need, I have nothing to do, maybe a good night's sleep will be all right, you go to work, the things in the territory are important, the tailor shop can't do without you."

"Well, if you need help, you can come to the tailor and find me."

Watching his second spring leave, Zilam sighed long, and lay on the table with his arms propped up. His arm was lightly pricked by the messy beard, which made the man realize that he hadn't shaved for a long time.

This slovenly appearance is almost like a demon.

After thinking about it, the man still tried his best to move his feet, and climbed back to the bed with difficulty. He didn't even bother to take off his clothes and shoes, and buried his head directly in the velvet pillow Trisley sewed by herself.

"I'm too tired, really tired. My daughters don't go home very often. They go out early and come back late every day to do their own things. Trisili is also very busy. I should be very busy too. Too busy, okay Tired, go to sleep, maybe just sleep..."

For some reason, as soon as he closed his eyes, the face of his ex-wife Mihira appeared in front of his eyes. Unlike the previous indifference, the wife at this time expressed apology and returned to her previous gentleness.

"Ziram... sorry..."

'sorry? '

In an instant, Chilam opened his bloodshot eyes, tearing the illusory picture of his wife's tenderness in anger.

The man angrily kicked down the small stool beside him, smashed the glass water glass, overturned the low table, and tore off the quilt.

"More than ten years! More than ten years!! I think you have been thinking about it for more than ten years!!! If you don't want to, why did you drive me and my daughter away!!!

Myhira! Why are you apologizing now! Didn't you choose to leave us yourself! ? Why bother with my life! ! ! Get out! ! ! Get out of here! ! ! ! I don't want to see you! ! ! ! ! "

...

Emerald Collar, Nightblade Killer's underground castle.

Harvey looked at the beautiful girl in purple skirt who followed the butcher leader not far away in horror, trying to shrink her body in the shadow of the cell, begging herself not to choose herself.

"Uncle Morris, who is it today?"

From outside the corridor came the sound of two people's conversation, followed by the sound of 'squeaky' rolling wheels.

Obviously, the voice was still full of the lively and lovely atmosphere of a girl as it was two years ago, but Harvey felt that the voice was like a curse that threatened life, full of malice towards life.

If Morris is the butcher chief, then the dark-haired girl must be the devil.

If demons have color, it must be purple-black.

"Miss Hina, it's time for Harvey. He must be looking forward to today's meeting... But, the equipment you made this time is indeed a bit big, and I'm afraid it won't fit in the cell."

"It's okay, Uncle Morris, just find a place where you can put it down, ah~ I can't wait to see how Harvey's limbs are dismantled at the same time, I have done a lot to keep the victim alive Life support work, I learned a lot of design concepts from Grandpa Christol, blood transfusion kits, wound sewing machines, blood carbonization devices, alchemy gel..."

Hearing the words outside, the man's crotch began to be water-stained, and he was quickly wet and trembling.

"Don't worry, it's definitely not a problem for Harvey to live for a few hours... In order to let these scumbags enjoy more pain, I have spent a lot of energy, and I will definitely not let them... Harvey, yes, I will not let My friend Harvey died too quickly."

"In this regard, Miss Hina, there is no doubt that you are a genius, I believe the master will like it."

"Hee hee, I can't wait to meet Brother Lester and tell him what I think. The dungeons and prisons in the Emerald Territory are still too simple. We should have a more complete and humane punishment. Let the hopeless trash enjoy the last despair of life...beheading and hanging are really sorry for what they did..."

"Uuhhh..."

Covering his mouth in fear, Harvey tried hard not to make a sound of despair, but Harvey still failed.

Because, the man pushing the torture tool and the devil girl had already arrived outside his cell.

Compared with two years ago, the purple long skirt has more blood drops, chains and jagged black patterns, and the girl's tall and big chest stretches the clothes tightly, creating a sense of tension that is ready to come out, like ink. The ear-length short hair hangs cleanly around the ears, protecting the delicate and beautiful ears. The overly iconic eyebrows and eyes are like the creator's carefully embellished Pandora's box. Under the beautiful appearance, there is an obsessive and desperate evil hidden.

In front of Harvey who was curled up in a ball, the girl bent down and waved her slender white hands politely, like a naughty lady.

"You are Harvey, let's make friends, Harvey, can you tell me your story?"

"No...don't come here..."

Out of sight, the huge and complex instruments of torture were faithfully guarded by the devil, and the cold-blooded butcher slowly picked them up from the cart and placed them on the wide floor tiles outside the cell, where items such as wooden shackles, bone-breaking knives, and pulley sawtooths were placed. Messy stuff.

"Let... let me go, Miss Hina, please! Give me a good time!"

Kneeling on the ground, the man wearing a fear mask kept kowtowing to the girl, begging for forgiveness.

"no."

The girl shook her head and refused without hesitation.

"If you do something bad, you will be punished. Except for Brother Lester, no one can escape. This is the iron law of the Emerald Collar."

"Miss Hina! Isn't my death considered a punishment!?"

"It doesn't count. Death without pain is a gift to kindness. Think about it, how can a hopeless scum be eligible for a gift?"

"Uncle Morris, please, my friend Harvey seems a little disobedient."

"Leave it to me, Miss Hina, here is..."

"Here is the neck, Uncle Maurice. After the buckle is tightened, put the wire into the leather buckle."

"Understood……"

"You devil!!! Ah! What are you doing!! Let me go!!!"

"Uncle Morris has already told me your story, so it doesn't matter if you don't tell it, let's start directly~"

Soon, under the numb and empty gazes of the few remaining condemned prisoners in the dungeon, Harvey's body was perfectly stripped, and then roughly [healed].

The half-dead man struggled in vain, panting violently.

"AHH!!! You devil! Kill me! Kill me!!"

Rest today, okay! (Forbidden yes!)