Mr. Chen slowly sipped a sip of red wine, then turned on the breath suppressor with a button and peeled off the rubber coat that Nero had tied.

Nero fell naked to the ground, his long golden hair had been soaked in sweat, and he was wet on his face. His beautiful eyes were half closed, his pupils were weak, and he lost all the focus and color. All that was filled with was the darkness of unconsciousness.

Nero's body was originally as white as her feathered clothes, but at this time, because of the long-term violent restraint of the rubber coat, dense marks and blood spots appeared on it. Some places were even worn out due to their own violent struggles, and blood kept oozing.

This look is like an angel falling into the mortal world, with brutally broken wings, which is extremely heartbreaking.

Mr. Chen thought for a while, and kicked Nero in the face with the tip of his leather shoes.

But Nero's little head just kept moving with Mr. Chen's kick, weak and powerless, seemed to have no breath of life, and even his chest no longer rose or fall.

Ophelia glanced at Mr. Chen and said coldly: "Although the Pope of the Cross Church died in our rest area, it is not a serious matter, but it is not easy to explain to the above."

Mr. Chen frowned slightly. Yes, if Nero was really killed by him, it would not have led to a war between the Cross Church and the Judgmental Council, because there are many reasons for diplomacy, and there is no way to worry about adding sins. It would be a waste of time to put a dirty hat on the dead and support a new pope.

In a sense, Nero was originally a person supported by Mr. Chen. Many of the many political benefits that the Cross Church has gained in recent years were granted by Mr. Chen through the Judgment Council.

What Nero provided to Mr. Chen was also very simple, just a body for him to play with and ravage.

Although as Mr. Chen, there is no shortage of women, just imagine which one of the nameless women found in somewhere, and the Pope, one of the three major forces in the mainland, is more pleasant to play with?

Mr. Chen also has a unique hobby in this regard. He has never really had a relationship with Nero. He prefers to destroy Nero's body like today, controlling everything about her, including her breathing and life in his hands, in order to gain psychological pleasure.

But Mr. Chen did not expect that he had been immersed in pleasure for too long this time and accidentally ruined Nero. As he said before, he did not like "surprise", just like now.

If Nero is really killed, he can support another pope, but this requires financial resources and energy. Other shareholders of the Judgment Council will be unhappy, which is not a good thing for Mr. Chen.

Just as Mr. Chen frowned, Ophelia suddenly raised her feet and kicked Nero's chest covered with bloodstains. The kick was very hard and almost heard the sound of a fracture.

However, this kick not only did not kick Nero into the gates of hell, but instead squeezed her lungs by chance, which played a role in cardiac resuscitation.

"Cough cough!!" Nero's delicate body suddenly trembled suddenly, and the red wine poured into his lungs was choked out from his mouth, and some blood clots that were injured and overflowed from his lungs. He lay on the ground and coughed for a long time. It was not until she coughed everything in her lungs that she fell to the ground and panted.

"It's not necessarily a bad thing to be rough." Ophelia sneered to Mr. Chen, who was stretching his eyebrows.

Mr. Chen's expression soothed a little. The punishment just now had vented his anger. A smile appeared on his face again. He pinched Nero's fair cheeks, raised her face in front of him, staring at this breathtakingly beautiful face and said, "Remember, the matter of Republican Radiance does not require your position. I hope you will not surprise me again."

Mr. Chen pushed Nero out, stood up and flicked the red wine bottle on the small table with his finger, and smiled: "Pure 1982 red wine, rootless water, drink one bottle less, don't waste it."

After Mr. Chen finished speaking, he walked towards the exit of the door.

However, when Mr. Chen opened the door, he found that Ophelia did not keep up.

Looking back, Ophelia was standing next to Nero, but did not look at Nero, but stared indifferently at a corner. The beautiful eyes were filled with coldness, like a ferocious wolf staring at the prey, and the deep scar in the left eye seemed to be filled with blood.

"Ophelia?" Mr. Chen asked in confusion, "what do?"

Ophelia passed Nero's delicate body and walked towards a corner of the wall with bookshelf, staring coldly at the ground. Because of the lights in the room, the bookshelf cast a shadow here.

Ophelia looked at the shadow on the ground. Under the natural pressure, she completely released her five sense consciousness. At this moment, all the living things around her were locked by her breath.

Although he knew Ophelia was his own, Mr. Chen was still a little uncomfortable when the bloodthirsty aura passed by, and he became alert.

Ophelia has a very fierce beast instinct in battle. If she releases the detection aura outward, it only means that she has sensed the arrival of danger.

But not long after, Ophelia took back the breath of detecting outwards, finally glanced at the shadows in the corner of the wall, and said coldly: "It's nothing, I always feel like someone is staring at us."

Mr.Chen frowned and said, "Psychic Power?"

"No, the detection aura of psychic energy is very obvious. No one can completely erase the traces. The little devil of the Glorious Eagle Flag Army of the Republic is not good." Ophelia and Mr. Chen passed by, walked out, and said coldly, "Forget it, there are no enemies nearby, maybe it's because of your music that makes you feel a little headache."

Mr. Chen smiled briefly, without saying anything, closed the door casually, and left side by side with Ophelia.

A few minutes later, Nero in the room was still recovering her strength on the ground. She tried to get up, but her injured lungs suddenly twitched. The brief sense of suffocation made her mind blank. She didn't step on her feet and fell to the side.

Just when Nero almost hit the corner of the table, he suddenly felt himself throwing into a soft embrace and being caught.

Nero took it away and saw it directly met the scarlet blood pupils that were richer than blood. Her delicate body trembled. Obviously, she didn't expect that there would be a vampire here. And judging from the breath, she was an extremely powerful high-level vampire.

Sethia put a finger on her red lips, signaling Nero to silence, and then used the "Silent Realm" between the two, a ability to prevent the sound from leaking out.

Sethia put Nero on the ground, came to the sofa where Mr. Chen had sat, poured a glass of red wine, reached out to Nero, and said lightly: "Don't be surprised, I see everything I just now."

Nero reached out and grabbed the fallen feathered robe on the ground, draped it on himself, looked at Scia and said, "You have been hiding in the shadows, vampire."

"You know me well, Nero." Sethia took a sip of the rich red wine, and her soft tongue gently stroked her bloody red lips, licked away the remaining wine stains, revealing a deep smile: "I am indeed a semi-human with the blood of a ferocious beast..."
Chapter completed!