PFC Chapter 448 What's his is mine, and what's mine is still mine
Chapter 448 What's his is mine, and what's mine is still mine
"give it to me."
Ivy took Christine to Lord Leon and extended her hand to him.
What she wanted was Joshua's lightsaber, and that weapon was held between Lord Leon's long, pale fingers.
He obviously didn't want to give it to her. His five fingers moved back and forth, and a smug smile was imprinted on the metal shell.
"Leon! Give me back Joshua's stuff!"
Ivy was a little angry. She looked serious and beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.
"Why should I give it to you? There's no name on it. Shouldn't it belong to whoever finds it first?"
Lord Leon raised an eyebrow at Ivy and swiftly passed her quickly outstretched hand with his lightsaber.
"You know better than me whether it was picked up or not. This is Joshua's. How could I not know about this thing that Joshua carries with him every day?"
"Are you familiar with him?"
"Isn't that nonsense!"
"So what if they are familiar with each other? That's his thing, not yours."
"No! You're wrong. To put it simply, my relationship with him is..."
Ivy said seriously: "What's his is mine, and what's mine is still mine, but it's not yours."
These domineering remarks frightened both Lord Leon and Christine, but one was frightened because he thought Joshua was a slave, and the other was frightened because he thought Joshua was a lover.
"Give it back to me, it's very important to me."
After saying that, Ivy once again extended her palm to Lord Leon, who curled his lips.
In the distance, the two vampires were still fighting each other. Ivy could hear their voices, like thunder buried deep underground, which would raze the place to the ground if not handled with care.
"Don't you just want to kill them?"
Lord Leon was still somewhat reluctant. He lowered his eyes, and his thick golden eyelashes trembled slowly in unhappiness.
"I've already told you that I'm happy to serve you..."
"That's different." Ivy replied firmly, "I can handle it myself. That vampire hurt me and Joshua before, so I'm afraid he can't escape responsibility for this incident either."
"I've found a way to suppress him. You just said that mixed-bloods can't beat pure-bloods. If Dalton sucks Walter's blood dry, the consequences will be disastrous..."
After saying that, Ivy took a deep breath. Perhaps the wailing and howling in the distance affected her. She trembled for a moment and her tone became anxious.
"I'm in a hurry. I need to get Christine's gun, search the lake for a sterling silver cross, and kill the vampire who almost killed me twice. This opportunity cannot be missed..."
"So, Leon! I need Joshua's lightsaber, and I'm not begging you I'm not kidding!"
For a moment, Ivy saw Lord Leon's red eyes suddenly widen.
But the next second, a very playful smile appeared on his face, his eyebrows were raised high, the corners of his mouth kept twitching, and his cold fangs were shaking with excitement on his thin lower lip, as if he had tasted the most mellow and delicious blood in the world.
Lord Leon suppressed his restless excitement, bared his fangs, and whispered to Ivy in a vicious tone:
"I...don't...want to..."
The answer was expected. This person's bad taste had long been engraved deep in his bones, like a feather wet by rain, which could neither be picked up nor brought back.
Ivy looked at him coldly, took a long breath, and without any hesitation, she grabbed Lord Leon's tightly tied collar and quickly pulled it towards herself.
"Well!"
Ivy's soft lips collided with those sharp teeth, causing her to scream in pain.
But soon, hard, thin and cold lips covered her lips, like a piece of iron stone standing on the top of a cliff, which could not be melted no matter how hot it was.
The sound of monsters fighting could be heard in the distance, and the sound of swirling water and silent silence were dormant and hidden in the woods, setting an infinite tone for the dark night.
Lord Leon was stunned for a moment, and then began to bite Ivy's lips frantically.
He seemed to be enjoying it very much, his beautiful eyelashes fluttering, his expression serious and yet selfless, as if he was focusing all his body's senses on his wet lips.
So, when Ivy's hand moved from his collar down his chest and gently pulled out the small metal strip, Lord Leon had no idea.
He sucked Ivy's lips quickly and fiercely, even rolling all the saliva at the corners of her mouth into his tongue, like a stingy madman, guarding his treasure sadly and pitifully.
He did not continue exploring inside. For him, just sucking the silky cheese on the edge of the cake was the most delicious thing in the world.
Their lips were intertwined dryly, one taking cautiously, the other cooperating skillfully.
Except for Christine who was in a stately manner from beginning to end.
Her hand was still held by Ivy, like an iron clamp, and she had nowhere to go.
After recovering from the shock, Christine felt uncomfortable all over. She didn't dare to look at the two people who were pressed tightly together. She could only look at the tall treetops, the clear crescent moon, the soft grass and the large open space created by her feet.
Time seemed to stop at this moment. In just one minute, Christine felt like she had gone through an entire century, during the most difficult period of the Black Death.
On the other side, Ivy, who had already succeeded, seized the opportunity, opened her lips, and bit Lord Leon's thin lips hard.
"what!"
Lord Leon let out a cry of surprise and left Ivy's face like a spring.
"boom!"
Ivy picked up the small metal stick and hit Lord Leon hard in the face.
"I've already said it, I'm not begging you..."
After giving Leon a fierce look, Ivy turned on the button under the lightsaber and quickly ran behind her holding Christine's hand.
Lord Leon bent his upper body and gasped in place. There was no blood in his body, and the bite wound was just a layer of white skin.
Looking at the two figures going away, Lord Leon's eyes turned red and dark. He stretched out his fingers and gently touched the wrinkles, and then he laughed wildly for a while.
A strong wind blew through the woods, this time destroying the beautiful Lake Eden.
On the other side, the blue-purple light of the lightsaber suddenly illuminated the ground beneath his feet.
Ivy and Christine followed the light into the woods, one exploring the way and the other searching, and no one spoke.
Using a lightsaber for lighting is good, but the fire in the dark is what those butterflies love most.
After a while, the silent black-robed "ghost" suddenly appeared in front of the two of them, scaring Christine and causing her to fall down after being zapped twice by the sudden electric current.
Sure enough, in the face of sufficient firepower, all fears are insignificant.
Looking at the blue fire butterfly emerging from the black robe, Ivy lifted her skirt and stepped on it.
The butterfly, which had already been scorched black by the electric current, was instantly torn into pieces by Ivy's step, leaving only the remaining wings with blue flames trembling in the wind.
"Let's go! Follow the same path we came from!"
Ivy shook the lightsaber in her hand and knocked down another black-robed "ghost" who was overconfident.
Looking at the blue and purple electric currents, Christine immediately relaxed her nervous mood. She tightly grasped Ivy's clothes and carefully explored the land behind her.
However, the doubts in her heart continued to grow.