Spotted By the Hero’s Villain’s Mother

    "Count Anther, we have successfully driven that human into the Black Forest."

    Anser changed back to his true face, patted his hands and praised, "Good job."

    Xu Rui thought he would take the initiative to arrest the human like last time, he learned the lesson, changed the plan, and killed with a knife.

    Sir Leng Si was in a dormant period, Xierun did not know why she trusted Shuri so much, and this kid was full of wings in a short period of time.

    Just in order to force Ju Yao into the Black Forest, he broke several confidants under Shu Rui. Sir, it is a thankless thing to catch Ju Yao rashly.

    He didn't dare to kill Ju Yao, but the one who lived in Christoburg could.

    Anser walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, the mountains in the distance were continuous, and the morning sun broke through the night, breaking through the night.

    That human being may have become a cold corpse, and will never see the day of its rise again.

    ·

    The fire of the fireplace is burning brightly, the flame is golden red, just like the gorgeous sunrise outside the window.

    The house was warm, Ju Yao put his coat on the sofa, moved a chair and sat in front of the fireplace, his whole body was warm and his eyes were happy.

    The gate of the castle was unlocked, and when Ju Yao pushed in, he did not hear the peculiar creaking sound of the old gate.

    The interior is clean and tidy, spotless, expensive and exquisite antiques can be seen everywhere, this sleepy castle is like the owner's extravagant collection room.

    Anser was reckless and impulsive, if he really wanted to do something to her, how could he even write a notice letter, obviously to make her panic and run away overnight.

    Ju Yao followed Anser's tricks and went down, no matter where the car went, there were people who followed it, but the driver on the way to the old noble district was smooth, and he didn't have to turn like before ,detour.

    It seems that Anser is leading her to this ancient castle in the forest called Christoburg.

    Ju Yao did not see anything related to the castle in the original book. Could it be that there is a "Demon King" in it that could make Anser go to war to send her in.

    She was walking in the huge castle, except herself, she could not hear any sound.

    It was not until she saw the kitchen that Ju Yao was sure that the castle was not inhabited at all.

    No food and no trace of water.

    Ju Yao felt more and more that this castle was full of weirdness.

    Next door is the study room, where the vast sea of ​​books is neatly arranged according to the type and alphabetical order.

    A quill was placed on the long mahogany table, and Ju Yao opened a book on the table.

    This is a very old book, the paper is yellow, and the fragile paper will be crushed with a little force.

    The text used in the book was popular over a thousand years ago.

    Ju Yao has learned about it in Chinese and history classes. After the war between humans and the blood race, this type of script gradually withdraws from the stage of history, and is replaced by a new script that integrates human beings and the blood race.

    The emergence of new characters plays an important role in the cultural exchange between the two ethnic groups, especially in business exchanges, which accelerates economic exchanges.

    The title page of the book is signed, still in the old script.

    The handwriting is neat and not sloppy.

    Ju Yao opened the drawer and found a lot of paper full of writing.

    Ju Yao saw this kind of paper when he visited museums and cultural centers, in short, it will not appear in this era, different from the ancient paintings and ancient vases used to decorate the hall, these are placed in drawers The paper means the castle dates back a thousand years.

    The content on the paper is difficult to fully interpret, but she probably understands it. It is about the author reporting the internal forces of the blood to someone after infiltrating the blood.

    Ju Yao has taken the history of the blood clan as an elective. The prince of the blood clan described above is no longer in the world. The Prince Dempsey, who spent the most time telling about it, is still the culprit who started the war.

    Ju Yao found some envelopes in the study, but there was no letter paper in them.

    On the outside of the simple envelope, there are only three words "He's all received".

    Ju Yao walked to a bookshelf. Although the books were neatly placed, they were not of the same type as other bookshelves. History, poetry, and dictionaries were all available.

    Without exception, the title pages of the books on this shelf are signed by He Ding.

    It seems that the owner of this study, or the owner of the castle, is named He Jin.

    Go up the spiral escalator, Ju Yao arrives at the second floor.

    The window at the end is narrow, making the castle dimly lit.

    The phone's battery was about to run out, so Ju Yao quickened her pace.

    The promenade is spacious and deserted, the multi-layered crystal lighting emits a cold light, and the soft and thick carpet is bright red, like the color of fine wine in a glass.

    Ju Yao stopped.

    In front of you is a door with intricate and beautiful patterns.

    Ju Yao knocked on the door, but no strange sound came from the quiet corridor.

    She pushed open the door.

    Compared with the outside, the temperature in the room was frighteningly cold, and the coldness was like a poisonous snake spitting a letter.

    The eyes were frozen on the coffin in the center.

    After a while, Ju Yao opened her stiff legs.

    A closer look, her breath choked in an instant.

    The eyes are so cold that there is no emotion, and the anger of being disturbed flows under the ice.

    She raised her left hand, wanting to destroy the intruder.

    A slender, warm hand was placed on the back of her hand, interrupting her next movement.

    Ju Yao took the beauty's right hand and wrapped the beauty's two hands in the palm of her hand.

    She realized that the beauty's hand was even longer than hers and could not wrap it completely.

    This is a pair of white hands, cold as ice, the temperature is amazingly low, the warmth of Ju Yao's palm is gradually losing.

    "Your hands are so cold, do you need warmth? I have a hot water bottle, but it's a lot colder, but it's warm now." Ju Yao leaned over, the coffin was a little deep, and half leaned over Entering it, it seems that there is a possibility of falling into it at any time.

    She stared into the beauty's emotionless eyes, her tone was sincere and sincere. But she was sure that if she didn't hold the beauty's hands, the beauty would most likely dispose of her as trash.

     Strangely, the beauty did not resist.

    She was scanning the unexpected visit of Ju Yao, as if wondering why Ju Yao was here, the back of her hand slowly and clearly felt the warmth that did not belong to her body temperature, giving her a moment to leave the cold place illusion.

    Ju Yao took this opportunity to admire the beauty of the beauty. It turns out that the legend is true, that a beautiful woman was actually imprisoned in the castle.

    Silver hair, blue eyes, snow-white skin, only the red lips were adorned with a touch of gorgeous color, which grabbed Ju Yao's eyes all at once.

    In a trance, she seemed to have seen this stunning face before.

    "Are you..."

    Ju Yao opened her mouth hesitantly, the beauty's long eyelashes flickered, like a smart bird flying quickly above the water, and dangerous ripples splashed in her eyes, as if Ju Yao had only said the following words, Make it the last sentence of your life.

    “…to the end?”

    He made the word, and instantly calmed the ripples, and turned into the monstrous waves brought by the storm.

    Ju Yao, who was stared at by the beauty, saw that this was a surprise to her successfully saying the right answer.

    "I'm here to save you." Ju Yao clenched the beauty's hand, his eyes burning.

    "I will take you away from Leng Si."