In the center of the Holy See, the windows are slender and high, and the sun shines through the stained glass, paving the mysterious and gorgeous scene of the upper part of the church dome.

Under the solemn icon, the Holy Court Hall, which has always been solemn and holy, was dull and chaotic at this time. Countless battle reports were sent back from the Golan coast. It was supposed to be a war that was won, but it was destroyed by the appearance of miracles. twist.

Catbury sat on the throne, his old, wrinkled face was shaking violently.

The Sutherland family, he missed again, and missed the chance to live forever.

The archbishops of the Holy See are arguing endlessly, while the pope, who has always been assertive, has been silent. The failure of this war will undoubtedly damage their prestige in the hearts of believers, especially when they are still in a tit-for-tat stage with the royal family.

The weak wolf cub showed her sharp claws, and several actions made the Holy Court overwhelmed and at a disadvantage.

When everyone couldn't make up their minds and looked at the Pope, they found that the Pope seemed to be suddenly old. He stood up holding the scepter,

It was as if he was saying to the crowd, and at the same time he was talking to himself, "This is the will of my lord, it is the will of my lord..." Then he left the people who were discussing and left the hall tremblingly.

When the news came to the Sistine Palace, Tilia raised her head and laughed, "The old people in the Holy Court really lost,"

Because she laughed too hard, Tilia suddenly coughed violently. She covered her mouth, her eyes were bloodshot, and she looked a little crazy.

The secretary stood to the side tremblingly, and when he saw Tilia's gesture of retreating, he didn't want to stay for a second, and quickly disappeared.

Tilia looked at the battle report in her hand, a faint smile appeared on her gloomy face, she took the battle report and walked inside.

Pushing the door open, Mrs. Warmin was standing by the window, naked. The exposed neck was densely covered with ambiguous hickeys, in which a few clear tooth marks were vaguely visible.

Dark red, it seems that the touch of a finger will cause an uncontrollable trembling.

Tilia's eyes fell on those tooth marks, her eyes darkened, she did not approach, leaned against the door, and said softly, "Madam, you are wrong, the Holy Court lost, I won."

Mrs. Warmin didn't look up, but her hand clenched subconsciously, struggled for a moment and then slowly released, expressionlessly, "Your everything has nothing to do with me."

I can't remember how long I've been trapped in the Sistine Palace, Vormeen has given up any communication with Tilia, she's crazy and can't listen to anything.

Tilia is now like a mad beast. She comes here every day just to vent, and Wormien feels humiliated, disappointed, and sad. Her restraint and love have been bullied again and again by Tilia. In the abuse, everything turned into disgust and into numbness.

Just yesterday, Tilia seemed to realize that, if it went on like this, Mrs. Warmin would definitely leave her.

Either way, life or death.

Tilia wanted to show her goodwill, even though Wormien was still indifferent and sarcastic, she smiled restrainedly, trying her best to show the same innocent expression as before, but her words still brought a chilling taste,

"Ma'am, when I kill all the people who are in the way of the Holy Court, I will let you out."

In the Sistine, the Holy Court and the Vormeen family are mortal enemies, with years of grievances.

This is also the reason why Tilia wants and dares to kill Philip's child. The current Wormien family has no choice but Tilia. They need an orthodox monarch to fight against the Holy Court.

The two sides had been deadlocked for many years, and in the hands of Mrs. Warmin, they had maintained a rare semblance of calm.

And Tilia's action seems to be swearing to kill one of them.

Vormeen can turn a blind eye to Tilia, but he can't be indifferent to his own family.

With a bit of powerless anger, Wormien finally turned his head and met Tilia's eyes, "For so many years, the Wormien family has never really shaken the Holy Court, even if it has secretly cultivated other heirs, That shouldn't be a victim of your random madness."

"Crazy at will?" Tilia's eyes darkened suddenly, and she realized that Mrs. Warmin had misunderstood her intentions.

But to her, it didn't seem to be important at all. Her attention was focused on the word madness. After so many days, didn't Madam think she was wrong?

It was obviously the wife who betrayed him, and it was obviously the wife who deceived him.

Tilia frowned, and sneered subconsciously in her nose, "Victim? Madam, don't you and your family treat me as a victim who can be replaced and sacrificed at will?"

Unable to hide her anger and gritted teeth, Tilia couldn't help but stretched out her hand to dig at the wall, her head felt a sudden pain that seemed to be pierced by countless red needles. Ya's sanity tore.

Tilia cried, her eyes were red, like she was looking at herself when she was seriously ill in the past, the only difference was that there was soft attachment in her eyes at that time, but now, Wormian can't tell whether it was hatred or not. .

His face was also too pale, that kind of white was not the normal milk-like white, but upon closer inspection, it seemed to be tinged with cyan.

Vormeen couldn't help looking at it for a while, and her actions in Tilia's eyes undoubtedly brought a little concern.

In an instant, a little light emerged from Tilia's haze-filled eyes, she restrained all the sternness around her, and pretended to be harmless and approached Wormien a little bit.

"Madam, I'm just protecting myself, even if you don't mean to leave me, the rest of the Wormien family are different from what you think,"

Tilia's voice was low and seductive.

Vormeen was lost for a while, and at the moment Tilia's voice fell, she almost instinctively stepped back and pulled the distance from Tilia.

And this evasive action obviously angered Tilia, and the innocent look on her face disappeared in an instant.

Before Tilia went mad again, Mrs. Warmin spoke up, rubbed her forehead, and concealed her helplessness and exhaustion.

Imprisoning himself in this room, he was forced to experience deep, powerless shame for countless nights. shame. In the bedroom where she felt, Wormien couldn't bear Tilia's closeness any longer. She took a deep breath and restrained the thought of going back.

"Tilia, since you rescued the nobles, I have never thought of giving up on you, I have never regarded you as a dispensable sacrifice, as for Philip's child, I have explained to you Numerous times, the Warmin family has always had a price."

With the company of nearly ten years, Mrs. Wormion took care of Tilia in every detail. If it wasn't for Tilia's frail body, Wormion would have given her the authority of the Sistine royal family, instead of Tilia. Always on the lookout for other plans from the rest of the Warmin family.

Wormien didn't know why it became like this. The children she grew up with repaid her like this, being pressed on the couch and using cold tools again and again. humiliating.

Vormeen clearly remembered Tilia's cruel expression when she was lying on top of her. She looked down at herself from top to bottom, smiling cruelly, and her whole body was shaking with excitement.

While holding her earlobe, she whispered like a devil, "Madam, you're wet, look, you like it too."

Tilia put her crystal-stained fingers in front of Mrs. Warmin, admiring her forbearance and unbearableness.

Tilia stopped walking with a smile, but there was not much real smile on her face. When she heard Mrs. Warmin mentioned the events of the year, she asked back,

"Then what do you think of me? As your daughter? But no mother would take it lightly under her daughter's body. Wet."

"Shut up," Mrs. Wormyn closed her eyes sharply, her pale lips trembling.

If she can't say anything, no matter what her answer is, it will put her in a humiliating dilemma.

Seeing that she didn't answer, Tilia smiled self-deprecatingly, she approached step by step, and her fingers slowly touched her cheeks from her neck.

Mrs. Warmin wanted to push her away, but she was pushed against the wall by Tilia at the moment of her movement. She had to tilt her head, and the elegant jawline made a fragile arc of the neck.

A few oppressive voices sounded against the skin on the side of the neck, and Tilia rubbed casually against Wormien's neck, which was left with messy marks by her, and complained faintly,

"Madam, I won't trust you anymore. You fed me the last medicine yourself."

The dampness spread from the back of the neck, and Wormien's thin eyelids trembled. Just when Tilia was seriously ill last time, someone added other things to Tilia's medicine to make her body feel sick. collapsed overnight.

After a thorough investigation, that person was the bodyguard who was greatly used by Mrs. Warmin.

Perhaps since this incident, Tilia will no longer trust herself.

Mrs. Warmin's body was trembling slightly, her lips were open, she didn't know how to explain, or maybe she didn't need to explain at all.

Tilia pressed her body to the moment when Mrs. Warmin opened her lips, holding the tenderness that was close at hand, sucking the kiss, and entangled it over and over again.

With a bit of a painful panting. Breath overflowed from Vicia's lips, stirring up the cold air.

Taking off the unsightly clothes one by one, Tilia's whole body's senses became excited. She felt the heartbeat that suddenly accelerated, seemed to be swelling, and seemed to be hot, and a strong excitement that could not be ignored grabbed her. whole mind.

It seemed that only in this way could Tilia spy out a vague love like a lover from Mrs. Wormien when the jade hope burst.

It seemed that only in this way could Tilia find a little solace in Lady Warmin's distasteful eyes.

Her long hair fell from her shoulders like a long wind blowing red plum blossoms.

Mrs. Warmin was tensed, struggling in vain, but she was slowly enveloped by the fine net woven by Tilia, tightening until she suffocated.

Tilia completely forgot her purpose of coming today. She looked at Mrs. Wormien's fragile shoulder blades that were undulating like cicada wings, and showed an almost perverted smile.

Their bodies fit together without the slightest gap, and Tilia felt Mrs. Wormion's trembling, and she felt the loss of her body, which she couldn't restrain.

This indescribable feeling made Tilia addicted. When she took out a smooth cone-shaped object, Mrs. Wormien shrank obviously, and she lay softly on one side, her eyes with pleading. Means, "Tilia, I'm really tired."