The Winter of Ice and Fire Is Coming

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Littlefinger Petil woke up again, he felt cold all over.

I am already dead?

The two ding-ding sounds are made by metal collisions.

The air was full of blood, thick, like the breath of a slaughterhouse.

Before working as a tax officer in Seagull Town, Petir was forced to make a living and also served as the boss of the slaughterhouse. The island of his little finger is impoverished, with no residents or taxes.

So he is no stranger to this blood.

This kind of thick **** aura can only be found in slaughterhouses for years.

Petir opened his eyes and his chest was shocked. In front of him, there was a guy who had no facial features but a flat human face with an iron chain shrinking. That guy heard a voice toward Petir.' Look,'Come here, that human face seems to have facial features faintly underneath it.

Two iron chains passed through this man's skin-faced wrists, and locked him on the two blood-stained iron chains. And that guy's clothes seemed to be picked from the grave. All the exposed muscles of the whole body showed a rotten black color, and there was a disgusting rancid smell, mixed with the **** gas, causing Petir's stomach cramps and cramps.

"Wake up?" A voice was very gentle and polite, but like a giant thunder hitting his head, Petyr was very scared.

An old man with a tall stature, slightly hunched back, blue eyes, and a kind face with crow's feet appeared in front of Petir's bed. He was wearing a short-sleeved linen shirt, a scalpel with a hook in his hand, there were more white silks on his head than gray hair, and a kind smile hung around his lips, just like the grandfather that children especially liked and admired.

Petir's back stiffened suddenly, his neck was too hard to turn, and his eyes were straight: "Bachelor of Science!" He panicked when he heard his voice unfamiliar.

That's right, this kind and kind old man is the most respected by the leader of the blood theater, Wage Hurt, a bachelor who likes to study necromancy with living people. The former little finger also provided experiments for Cobain. Pin——Those disobedient foreign women who came to the brothel failed to bring him the expected benefits, and he would be regarded as a loss. For some women with serious losses, he sent some of them to Coben for experimentation.

This old man, with a benevolent face and a gentle smile at the corners of his mouth, is the cruelest fellow in the blood theater except for the leader Wag Hurt. Even the **** monk Utt who can heal children crying at night is with him. under.

"Sir Petyr, you are afraid. This is not good. You have to cooperate with my surgery, otherwise you will be very painful." Cobain spoke lightly, as if he was a lovely grandfather holding a fruit candy.

Petir's hair is tingling, stomach cramps, and God knows what this guy is going to do with him. He jerked out his hand to **** the scalpel from the old man's hand. The old man was quicker than he thought, and walked away gently, as if he had practiced with him: "Sir Petyr, don't be like this, our time is precious."

Littlefinger Petil turned over and got out of bed, but found that he was naked. He had been to this operating room once. He couldn't stand the rancid and **** suffocation inside, and then stayed away: "Bachelor of Science, save me, I Call your friends’ friendship and Golden Dragon’s gifts."

Cobain's loving smile: "Sir, you know I don't love Golden Dragon, I only love experimenting."

"Let me out, and I will give you ten times as much test product."

"I can't do it anymore. Our head instructed me to peel off your face and transplant a new face to you. I am considering whether to use a dog face or a cat face. Your face is small. Maybe a cat's face is more suitable for you, or a woman's face is fine."

Changing faces is a unique skill organized by Junlin Moker.

"I want to see Captain Varg Hurt." Petir shouted loudly, hoping that the voice could be heard so that Varg Hurt could hear him. He had a good personal relationship with Wag Het, and also sponsored the money and real estate of the blood theater troupe, and also presented a villa to Wag Het.

"Sir, Captain Varg Hutt has returned to the embrace of the Black Goat God."

Many of the Kohor people on the other side of the narrow sea believe in the black goat god. Although Wag Hurt traveled all over the world, he also believed in the black goat god.

Despair rose in Petir's heart, but he was still not reconciled. He was a witty person, but his heart was gripped by fear, his wisdom declined, and his composure disappeared.

"Bachelor, I can give you glory and wealth. I can help you restore the honor of the school city, and I can let you win back the bachelor's necklace."

Cobain shook his head and smiled on his lips: "Captain Roerger, Master Fang, please hold down Sir Petir. He will not cooperate with my operation."

The door opened, and the sound of footsteps echoed. The gorilla and the fangs passed through the chain full of tunnels and strode to Petil. Amid Petil’s begging for mercy, the eagle caught a chicken and took Petil. Pressed on the wooden board, his hands and feet were locked with iron chains, and a steel ring locked Petir's neck, making him unable to move except for breathing.

Petir's heart and liver were cracked, feces and urine came out, short of breath, and pupils dilated, as if he would die from excessive shock immediately, but the Bachelor of Science did not care, and the scalpel could clearly feel his left His face started from the base of the ear and was gently cut open. The strange thing is that he didn't feel the slightest pain... He just felt so cold, as if a line of ice entered under his skin...

"I want to see Lord Will, I am willing to do anything for him..." It is precious. At the last minute, Pettil finally grasped the point... However, the answer to his prayer was the sharp scalpel of Cobain. And the extremely skilled living person does not anaesthetize the raw skinning technique... Then, Pettil felt the pain of the skin burning on the fire... And it was as if pepper water poured into the eyes... Purgatory screams The reverberation in the basement made Coben's eyes more kind...

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Near the steel gate, there is a two-story stone house with a two-story courtyard wall.

Tyrion and his two Lannister attendants and four Lannister guards, including four mercenaries, live here temporarily. Not living in a more comfortable wooden building is for fire prevention. Prevent others from arson.

Without any foresight, Cersei found here with her Lannister guard.

In the room, siblings face each other.

"It's been two days, you don't report the news, hide here, and now you tell me you were ambushed?" Cersei had a sneer smile in her eyes, holding a wine glass in her hand, her tone frivolous and disdainful, "So, How did you get out of the siege? Did you rely on your amazing swordsmanship, or because you were a Lannister giant, powerful and unstoppable."

"Will killed all the blood theater troupe. For no reason, he let me go." Tyrion stood in front of her sister, looked up at her sister, his adult figure, only 8-year-old niece Mi Serra is generally tall, so in addition to the good name of the little devil, he also got a half-human nickname, "I know you won't believe it, but this is the truth."

"You took someone to kill Will, and when Will took the absolute advantage, he was very friendly to let you go? I think he must have kissed your wide forehead. Tell the truth, he kissed Your face or your forehead? I guess it's the top of a giant's head."

"Without a kiss, his last word is to let me and my people clean up the dead bodies and blood in the narrow alley."

"So you did it happily?"

"We can't cause an investigation by the garrison. This will reach Robert's ears."

"I believe you, my brother, what about Sir Petir?"

"I couldn't find him." Tyrion said.

"Oh, you were in an ambush, and Will only killed Pettil? You hid unscathed?"

"That's the truth, I didn't find Petil's body, so maybe Petil is still alive."

"Okay." Cersei poured the wine on Tyrion's face and handed the glass to the sommelier next to him. "My brother, don't say I didn't give you a chance. I think you lied and want to prove your own. Are you innocent? Let's take a trial, if your Bolong wins, I will believe what you said, Hound!"

Cang!

The hound's sword was unsheathed.

Tyrion stepped back and stared at the hound closely: "My dear sister, you don't want to know what I have done in these two days?"

"No, let your Bolong come out. If he refuses to fight for you, then, my brother, this is the will of the Seven Gods."

"Go to him, the seven gods, I have a plan to kill Will and Robb. Revenge for your James, don't you want to listen?"

"Don't mention James to me." Cersei was angry. "If you let James go to exile in the narrow sea, the most **** thing is you. If you weren't my brother, I would have torn you to pieces in Winterfell. The dog. Hound!"

The hound drove towards the little demon.

"Wait a minute, Hound, you don't mean to compete with me. Bolong, Bolong!"

Bolong appeared quickly.

Cersei smiled, shook her waist slightly, and stepped back.

"Cersei, you really don't want to listen to my plan? Jaime is not there, little finger is missing, you need me now! I am Lannister, in the same boat as you, you win if you win, and you lose if you lose. Ai De Stark is going to deal with you, if Robert is on Ed’s side...we Lannister will all face annihilation..."

"I would like to see first whether my dog ​​is better, or your Captain Bolong is better." Cersei red lips lightly opened, "Hound."

The hound strode towards Bolong.

Bolong drew out his long sword, his footsteps turned left and right, his wrist flicked a very dexterous sword flower: "Little devil, this is a big man."

"You can do it, Bolong." Tyrion stepped back to the wall, unaware that he had clenched his fists.

Polon licked his tongue: "Little devil, do you still have money?"

"Have!"

"You have to add money this time, or I won't do it." He circled the hounds, who stood in the room, motionless.

"After cutting the hound, I will give you as much gold as you want." Tyrion said quickly.

"In addition to gold, I want to..."

The hound suddenly turned around, holding swords in both hands, and slashed at the dexterously moving Bolong...