Chapter 222

The red skirt was put away, Sigrid leaned slightly, and the crimson ribbon on the white jade shoulder slipped down some distance, and another temptation came to the carriage.

Modrian's expression was frozen. In his field of vision, a touch of snow-white surging waves rippled, matched with a gorgeous red skirt, he seemed to have an inexplicable impulse to seduce his inner desire.

The scarlet breathing method suddenly runs, and the surging life energy suppresses the boiling blood and quickly quiets down.

"Count Sigrid, what are you doing?" modrian looked at Sigrid with a cold face. The title of [blood rose] was not in vain. The beauty of the rose was vividly displayed in the scene just now.

"What are you talking about? I just paid tribute to you. Heroes who can repel the abyss Lord deserve to be treated like this." Sigrid raised her confused face, as if she didn't understand why modrian suddenly changed his attitude.

Delicate temperament, with a slightly uneasy look at the moment, what a poor woman!

Of course, if you don't mention Sigrid Cecil's bloody name in limontanlu's underground forces, she is really pitiable at the moment.

Modrian frowned. In the past, he might have solved the problem directly, but now it's different. He needs each other's help to do something.

Moreover, Sigrid's strength surprised him a little. The hidden deep life energy was clearly visible under the gap of realm, like a candle in the night.

I didn't expect that count Sigrid, who is said to have no strength to bind chickens, would be a very good peak knight.

Modrian's eyes skipped the count Sigrid, who could not afford to bow at the moment. His sexy and plump figure highlighted the extreme temptation under the bright red dress.

A cold smile filled the corners of his mouth. Modrian sat impolitely on Sigrid's side, with his right hand around his thin waist and his left hand touching the soft place like cotton.

"I just made a mistake," modrian said with a smile, staring into his confused and charming eyes. "I want your highness Saroyan's banquet tonight. You lack a male companion."

"So what do you think of me?"

The right hand exerted a slight force, and the surging scarlet life energy entered Sigrid's body through the touched part to suppress the abnormal body shape.

Sigrid's face turned a little red when she bit her lips. She didn't expect that the person in front of her was so shameless. The aristocratic etiquette was completely abandoned and made a grand act of wiping off.

But she didn't dare to struggle, so she had to bear the strange feeling and gently said, "of course I don't mind. It's my honor to attend the banquet with you."

For her own survival, Sigrid resolutely abandoned her highness Saroyan. She had no burden and no one was as important as herself.

Modrian hugged the sexy figure, swept the soft place in front of his chest with his left hand, pinched Sigrid's white chin, and stared at the rosy face with slightly cold eyes. He was calm without a trace of waves.

"Please tell me about the purpose of his highness Saroyan's banquet tonight. Maybe we will have the same topic."

"OK!" Sigrid began to adapt to her current situation. Her red face showed weakness and charm. She had seen the difficulty of Baron modrian in front of her, and only wanted to survive in the end.

"His highness Saroyan is making a final struggle. From yesterday, he began to send invitations to invite some great nobles to his banquet in advance to pave the way for the noble Parliament."

"Unfortunately, the hatred between his highness Saroyan and Horace has already spread all over the upper class society, and no one wants to go through this muddy water."

"It is said that behind you stands a legendary crown, and the great nobles dare not provoke, so they will remain silent until there is no specific news." Sigrid twists her body slightly, and her soft boneless body depends on modrian's body as much as possible. With the conversation, the ambiguous posture becomes more and more unrestrained, and the white jade's legs are looming in the bright red skirt, Cross the carriages.

Lust spread in his heart. Modrian didn't care about the words behind Sigrid, especially with the extremely tempting body movement, he felt more unbearable desire.

In the final analysis, for two generations, he spent only a few times alone with the gorgeous young woman. Now, under the provocation of the other party, he regretted that he didn't kill the other party directly, but strongly asked the other party to cooperate with him to do something.

"Hmm!" Sigrid said softly. Up to now, she could see that the mordrian in front of her seemed different from that in the rumors. Although she was equally cold-blooded and ruthless, she didn't seem to have experienced the decadent life of the nobility.

The slender legs rested lightly on each other's knees. Sigrid didn't care about the leaked spring light and pretended to say, "Baron, you're too hard. People can't dance at the party."

"Don't dance, you'll see later." modrian saw the carriage stop, poked off Bai Yu's legs with his left hand, touched the skin, made him tremble slightly, and then strongly left Sigrid's body and turned to get off.

"Giggle!" seeing modrian's slightly embarrassed figure leaving, Sigrid covered her mouth and smiled. The uneasy feeling was dissipated, and her sharp teeth were exposed from the corner of her red mouth. "Seems to be a good goal, eager for his blood..."

There was just a different emotion in her heart. She suddenly realized that the extreme danger was coming again. The fine sweat dripping from her forehead was not from modrian, but the shadow reflected under the soft light in the carriage, and her red eyes gradually dissipated.

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The torrential rain covers the luxury buildings in front of us, with small walls and red walls, painted pillars and carved beams, front windows with horizontal turtle backs, and crimson giant doors standing high.

Modrian's body surged with scarlet life energy to disperse the rain. He looked at the unusually quiet palace in front of him and frowned.

"What is this?"

Sigrid behind him walked out of the carriage alone with a red skirt, inexplicable breath, ignoring the dense rain, and looking at different buildings, her charming face was very dignified.

"I really don't know. According to the time point on the invitation, it should be the time for the banquet, but now......" Sigrid softly explained. He took a golden invitation from the space ring on his right hand and put it in front of modrian.

Instead of receiving the invitation, modrian looked back at the trefari soldiers behind him and a dark shadow.

"Lord, why don't I go in and investigate." Horace stepped out of the line and made a firm voice. He should stand up, either driven by hatred or for exploration.

"No, let's go in and have a look." modrian waved his hand and looked at the quiet and lonely palace. He smiled. He had even experienced the broken shadow world. Would he be afraid of the strangeness in front of him!

"Come on, count Sigrid, may the banquet tonight be wonderful!" said modrian, raising his right hand and looking at Sigrid.

Similarly, Sigrid quickly adapted to her identity, smiled, stretched out a slender and white jade hand, took modrian's arm, and moved gently across the rain.

Under the costumes, the dark black and bright red halo dyed the rainy night, and walked into this luxurious and quiet building.