Chapter 125 Summer Night

In the Luton family, Otilia is a relatively special existence.

Her surname is not Luton, but both the old patriarch of the previous generation and the current head of the family Bergson gave her great power and trust. This special favor for people with foreign surnames made all the guys with Luton's suffixes crazy. They used various means to inquire about Otilia's origin, fully activate the thinking function of the brain, and guess her origin from all possible angles. These seemingly boring but practical actions have produced many strange inferences.

Some people think that Otilia is the daughter of the old patriarch.

Some people also think that she is a bitch from the wilderness. Maybe Bergson is the seed that emerges from her belly. Everything can happen in this world. It is not uncommon for women to live until they are seventy and eighty years old and still maintain the tender appearance of a girl. Maybe she likes to eat human flesh and drink human blood, and uses this horrible and effective method to always maintain an immortal youth. (Bloody Elizabeth Bartour)

Some people stubbornly bite to death - Otilia is actually Bergson's mistress. It is not difficult to understand this stubborn and strange thinking. Bergson is a shrewd and capable guy, but he is not a woman. Apart from Otilia, who is closest to him, who can believe that the dignified head of the Luton family will be absolutely loyal to his wife? Such a steadfast and tenacious man was rare even in the old days, let alone now.

No matter which statement, there is no tangible evidence. Otilia is as cold as a piece of ice, and no one has ever seen her laugh or cry. She is not pretty, and except for indifference, it is impossible that the second expression on her face will never appear. She always appears quietly from the corner of Galgasone Castle shrouded in darkness when people are not paying attention. She is as sensitive as a cat walking in the dark, and her graceful figure is like a black rose that only opens in hell. A sharp short sword behind her at any time emits a strong and pungent blood.

According to the per capita living standard of this era, the people living in the Castle of Galgassoni were equivalent to a small nobleman with billions of assets in the old era. When his empty stomach and intestines were filled with nutritious and delicious food, the men of the Luton family naturally bet more on Otilia with their lewd desires.

They are not short of women, they just want to find more and more intense stimulation. They are not beautiful, but have first-class figures, taciturn, and always carry weapons. Such women are obviously more attractive than those bitches in bars or companies that can be bought with money.

No one knows what happened that night. When people woke up the next day, they found a long and luxurious table in the castle restaurant with a cut from their necks. The edges of the wound were smooth without a trace of wrinkles, but the head that looked not very fresh

That was Bergson's distant cousin. Judging from the chaotic blood relationship, it was probably an existence between cousin or cousin. His surname was Luton, but in his family, he was cut off his head with a sword by a man with a similar status as a maid.

There is no complicated process for this matter, only an incredible result. Faced with the deadly ferocious head, and the relatives of the deceased who almost cried so hard that they almost carried them over, and their expressions were even more miserable than those of the refugees starving to death in the wilderness, Bergson said lightly - "Find out the lower half of this guy's body and throw it out to feed the dog."

Since then, no one dared to call Otilia.

The strong wind blew away the thick clouds densely in the sky, revealing a cold and desolate moon hanging in the middle of the night.

With his legs bent, he sat on the hard ground, and the thin white sheet quietly slipped down from the hospital bed. Through the semi-arched window, he stared blankly at the pale moonlight that penetrated into the room from the glass window. In Otilia's eyes, which were covered with wood and despair, warm and turbid liquid slowly oozed out. They slowly slid from the gaps at the corners of their eyes, leaving two slightly curved water stains on the white and smooth skin surface.

Locke was lying on the bed, like a piece of rotting wood. The monitoring instruments whirled slightly from time to time, and the faint green spot on the screen was like an exhausted snail, dragging forward desperately with great difficulty.

"Brother Glyfiz, Brother Rock... You are all dead, I'm alive alone, what's the point..." Otilia murmured, her face full of helplessness.

Suddenly, a slight and firm footsteps came from the corridor outside the door. From far to near, it became louder and clearer.

Otilia's pupils contracted sharply. She quickly stood up and moved her long legs that were stretched out smooth lines by dark stockings. Her body was slightly arched, maintaining a posture that could explode at any time, staring at the faint crack in the door.

Locke is already dying, but some people hope he will die a little faster. McGee is the best example.

Now is not the time for nursing, and the pace of the steps does not match any doctor or nurse in Otilia's memory. Obviously, this is a stranger.

Otilia said nothing, and Ruxue's hand slowly reached into the leather bag with her back slanted on her shoulder, and slowly pulled out a short sword about half a meter long, with a simple style, exuding a sharp cold light and a strong smell of blood.

The door opened gently, and the incandescent chandelier hanging high in the center of the roof illuminated a tall figure.

"Swoosh--"

Like the most agile cheetah, Otilia suddenly jumped over and rushed over. The dagger held in her hand tore the air, making a sharp scream, and a cold light appeared in the silver moonlight, and slashed towards the waist and abdomen of the visitor like lightning.

“Huh?”

The visitor asked instinctive questions in surprise, and his body avoided the attack at an incredible speed and angle. Under Otilia's gaze, the figure blurred and disappeared in place like a ghost. It seemed as if a transparent air had faded out of her sight in an instant and flashed behind her. Otilia, who was shocked, quickly turned her sword, but felt her wrist stagnant, and her throat was instantly squeezed by a powerful and powerful hand, and her whole body's strength suddenly disappeared.

"Who are you?" A stern and fierce young male voice rang behind his ears.

Otilia's face seemed a little distorted when she was half suffocated. She swallowed her throat with difficulty, and said in a grim voice in extreme despair and vicious voice: "Even a dying person is unwilling to let go... The scum of the Luton family did hire a relatively strong dog this time-"

For some reason, the finger stuck in the throat slowly relaxed. Otilia seized the opportunity and suddenly broke free, and her soft body flashed to the wall at the fastest speed. Just as her fingers touched the dagger handle on the back, an irresistible powerful force suddenly grabbed her shoulders and pressed her heavily against the wall. Immediately afterwards, the cold and sharp sword blade also approached the soft and white collarbone of Otilia.

The cold moonlight shone straight from the window, and she finally saw her opponent clearly.

This is a young man who is so beautiful that he is heart-wrenching. He is wearing a light gray combat suit with silky texture. His strong muscles are slightly raised from under the elastic fabric. His two beautiful thick eyebrows are bent. The deep inside of the pure black eyes are as quiet as the deep night sky.

"Are you Locke's friend?" The man's voice sounded like running water was spinning.

Otilia nodded subconsciously. She could not feel any powerful aura emitted from the man, but under the pressure of his arms that were as crystal-like as jade and smoother than her, she had no ability to resist.

The man let go of his hand, lifted the hilt of the sword backwards and slowly approached her hand. His eyes, which were like black jade, remained on the side of the side with almost dead bodies, and he could only barely feel the faint breath.

"How is his situation?"

This uncanny sentence stimulated Otilia like an electric shock. Surprise, ecstasy, suspicion.... Complex psychology and chaotic thinking instantly filled her brain. The sound was ringing endlessly, impacting her eardrums, so that she could no longer hear any other sounds.

"You... are you Lin Xiang? I heard Locke talk about you." Otilia took a deep breath, kept her body tight, and suddenly felt a weakness that she wanted to collapse.

The man turned around and nodded. His eyes flashed over Otilia and frozen on the alcohol bottle in the middle of the medical device stand next to the hospital bed.

"Locke is almost out of the way, and Glyfiz...they, they are waiting for you." Ottilia wanted to maintain her usual cold appearance, but the sound from her throat was obviously filled with an irresistible crying voice.

"They will be saved. I promise." Lin Xiang's smile seemed to have an indescribable magic, gently stroking Otilia's almost collapsed heart.

"Can I do something for you?" Otilia breathed a sigh of relief after wiping the tears that had spilled out of the corners of her eyes.

Lin Xiang looked at her calmly: "You are too tired. I suggest that it is best to go to bed."

Otilia shook her head firmly and decisively.

Lin Xiang's face did not change at all. His right hand, which was clenched into a fist, suddenly swung it out without warning and hit her hard under her ribs. Otilia's face suddenly turned pale. She opened her mouth in disbelief, but did not scream. Her body shook uncontrollably, slowly collapsed to the ground, and fell into fainting.

"Sorry, sometimes, when you fall asleep, it's a kind of happiness."

With a faint melancholy deep in his eyes, Lin Xiang quickly walked to the hospital bed and carefully wiped his smooth fingers with an alcohol cotton ball. As the scalpel cut a narrow and long rupture on the white and greasy skin. Following the drop point at the end of his fingertips, a few crystal clear red blood beads slowly dripped on the center of Locke's slightly opened lips.

The summer dance party has always been one of the most anticipated large-scale events in Galgassoni Castle every year.

In the brightly lit hall, the most eye-catching scenery is always women.

They were wearing bright butterfly robes, with expensive satin skirts surrounded by soft lace lace like clouds.

In contrast, the men's clothes are not so ostentatious. Most of them wear traditional black suits, with exquisite fabrics and exquisite workmanship, with silver buttons shining under the light, and the golden patterns on the sleeves and necklines are dazzling. Occasionally, a few ingenious guys will appear in Sosbian combat suits with blue and white patterns, and with high-tube riding boots that are shiny, they look handsome and upright. They look like roosters who have just changed their tail feathers and are extremely proud.

It is a night full of joy and passion. The Galgassoni Castle is huge, with hundreds of rooms and countless hidden corners, which can fully meet anyone's needs.

When Lin Xiang walked into the hall from the side door, a bone with wrinkles on his face and his facial muscles were shrinking and tightly pressed against him, he was wearing a pink and green taffeta low-cut long skirt, revealing two old women with collapsed soft and soft leather bags. He was opening his mouth with bright red lipstick, showing him an extremely sexy but creepy charming smile.

The soft light shone on Lin Xiang's face, as if a layer of jade-colored glimmer was stirred up on the flawless skin. Although only a few people noticed his existence, they all coveted, jealous and surprised eyes, and remained firmly on him.

"This man is mine-" A woman with a fat body and a bean rash on her face tightly twisted her fingers against a wavy wig that fell from her shoulders. She swallowed her saliva desperately in her shaking throat.

"He belongs to me, I discovered him first-" The old woman sitting behind her glared at her wrinkled eyes and fisted viciously.

Those eyes full of primitive sensuality include women and men.

"This year's dance party is good, there is such a beautiful and cute little guy." An old man with all white hair licked his lips.

"It looks very clean. Its muscles are strong and its butt must be very tight." The fat man, who weighs at least 150 kilograms and is about to be broken by his round belly in the black suit, quickly swallowed a blue hormone drug in the fragrant red wine. His eyes flashed with desire, and greedily turned around Lin Xiang.

A middle-aged woman wearing a pink corrugated silk skirt came first. She had an ordinary appearance, but her figure was quite appropriate. She obviously had her waist strangled by her tights and her skin looked very slender.

"shameless--"

"Bitch! Slut! Bitch-"

"I want to tear her face--"

Everyone cursed in anger in their hearts, expressing strong condemnation with the dirtiest words. Of course, their blue faces still maintained the demeanor and smile that the nobles should have. Only countless gazes that were enough to eat people gathered from all directions to the woman who alone had the most beautiful prey tonight.

"What's your name?" Lin Xiang politely asked the woman who was snuggling in his arms.

"Call me Dinah." Her face was filled with happiness and lust. However, the latter obviously had more ingredients.

"Dinah? A very good name." Lin Xiang nodded: "So, what is your last name?"

"Of course it's Luton." The woman immersed in satisfaction obviously did not realize what the result of this strange problem would bring. She added: "Everyone here has the surname Luton."

"Very good."
Chapter completed!