Under the dim candlelight, he finally saw the familiar and frightening face in front of him.
“Do…Dota!!!”
His voice was shrill and hoarse with fear, his throat was tightly choked, he was breathing with difficulty, and his face was flushed red.
"You...why aren't you dead?! How could you still be alive?!"
Dota lifted him up with one hand, like a useless rag doll.
The black robe surged like a deep dark tide in the night, making him look like a ghost from hell.
He looked down at Doming, with a slight curve at the corner of his lips, as if he was enjoying a ridiculous farce that he had foreseen.
"Yes, Dominic—"
His voice was low and gentle like the wind, yet it contained a chilling coldness that made people shudder.
"Thanks to you, I didn't die."
His eyes were as cold as a knife, and the smile on the corner of his lips was lazy and nonchalant.
"It's okay—I'm fine and back."
"I still remember the knife you gave me..."
…
Dominic's screams could be heard throughout the palace, and the main hall was practically a river of blood.
The palace maids knelt on the ground, trembling, and the eagle guards controlling the surroundings all showed who had returned.
In just one night, oh no, not even in two hours, the sky in Xiaoyue City changed again.
The Eagle Guards escorted a group of courtiers into the palace, and no one knew who Dota was going to kill next.
But Dota didn't give any more orders.
At daybreak, he rode out of the city alone to pick someone up.
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