Chapter 33 Lack of water

   Because of Arthur's appearance, Nicola's headache was much better, but because the pain was so severe just now, when the pain was suddenly taken away, Nicola's whole body seemed to have been drained of strength, and she fell limply in Arthur's arms.

   Although the young man was slender, his strength had become much stronger since his spiritual power inexplicably increased. He looked at the girl slumped in his arms, pressed her slender hands on her soft body and stiffened for a moment. After hesitation, he chose safety. Position, pressing her soft skin, he got up on one knee, picked up Nicola, and put her on the bed.

   The girl closed her eyes tightly, her beautiful eyebrows furrowed, as if she was suffering some pain.

   Arthur stood by the bed, staring at Nicola's face.

   He had not looked at Lilith's face so carefully, because in his eyes, she was a devil, a robber, and a pervert. He wished he could stay far away from her, how could he still look at her face and ask for trouble.

   But now, the girl was lying there quietly, wearing a pure white dress, with the sun shining on her beautiful red hair. She has radiant and fair skin, a small and straight nose, and lips that are as natural and red as her hair color.

   Lilith, who used to be arrogant and domineering, was forced to lie on the bed, her arrogance and wantonness faded away, and she became soft and delicate in an instant.

   Her neck was very thin, and because her skin was so white, Arthur could see the blood flowing under her skin.

   He... could kill her instantly.

   This idea suddenly popped into Arthur's mind, and the psychic energy around him couldn't help but riot. But even with such strong fluctuations, the girl still showed no sign of waking up.

   Yea, he can really kill her!

   Arthur's beautiful face showed an unprecedented sinister look, and he was so excited that his heart began to beat erratically.

   The young man curled up his fingertips slightly, his brows were frosty, his eyes were dark, and in the dark pupils was the girl's calm face.

   The black psychic energy circled around Arthur like a pestering pet.

   Arthur raised his hand and slowly stretched his psychic energy in the direction of Nicola.

   Large areas of darkness blocked the sunlight, and the girl's face was wrapped in spiritual power, especially her neck. The black spiritual power slowly gathered, as if it was about to break the slender neck.

   Nicola seemed to have difficulty breathing, and trembled her eyelashes subconsciously. She reached out and grabbed it hard, and her fingertips touched the edge of the bed.

   Arthur was standing there, staring blankly at Lilith's neck.

   If he pressed any harder, her neck would break.

   Although he didn't know why she was suddenly so weak, he knew that he could kill her now.

   Arthur's brows became even more angry as he thought of the humiliation he had suffered in the past.

   Suddenly, a soft finger hooked his little finger. The girl was unconscious, and this action was probably unconscious, but with just that hook, Arthur was instantly deflated for some unknown reason.

   The black psychic power dissipated in a moment, and the suffocating feeling finally disappeared.

   Nicola exhaled freely.

   The girl's face slowly returned to calmness, and Arthur stood there with a strange expression, looking up from her white and smooth neck.

   The small and thin mandible and the delicately colored lips inevitably lost some color due to illness, but a faint red color can still be seen.

   Arthur swallowed. The bite on his Adam's apple had healed, leaving only a faint scar. But even now, whenever he swallows, his throat still hurts. In addition to the pain, there is also a little numbness and numbness, as if someone swept a feather from his neck.

   He let her go, but he felt unwilling to do so.

   There's always something to get back.

   Somehow, Arthur leaned over, put his hands beside Nicola's head, and then leaned in her direction.

   Nicola didn't sleep well. She had a severe headache at the beginning, but she finally recovered and passed out again.

   Forget it passed, she was still dreaming.

   This was a weird and strange dream. She dreamed of a black snake. The snake was as small as her little finger, and she fed it piece by piece with cut meat. It grew to thick arms and thighs, and finally it was bigger than her human body. tall.

   This snake was completely black, even its eyes were black. At first, Nicola was still playing with it, but later, it grew bigger and bigger, from wrapping around her fingers to wrapping around her arms to wrapping around her thighs.

   She could no longer hold it in her hand and squeeze it by seven inches. Instead, it was looking at her more and more strangely.

   Nicola doesn't know why she wants to keep snakes. Her thoughts in her dreams are always so jumpy and illogical.

   The raised snake always looked at her with a strange coldness, which made Nicola feel that it was treating her as food. Is she going to stage a version of the farmer and the snake in her dream?

   Nicola threw the palm-sized piece of meat in her hand, frowned attentively, and threw the meat forward as hard as she could!

   The black snake twisted its body and chased the meat. It grabbed the meat in its mouth, opened its bloody mouth, turned around and "squeaked" twice towards Nicola.

   Such a small piece of meat is not enough to fit between its teeth.

   Then as Nicola's vision gradually became clearer, the black snake swam towards her direction.

   F**k!

   The unarmed Nicola had nothing but the last remaining piece of meat.

   People don't fight with snakes. Nicola noticed its appetite and turned around and ran away.

   The black snake was slender and extremely flexible. Even in Nicola's dream, it still caught up with her, then suddenly lowered its head and bit her.

   Nicola wanted to resist, but found that her body was completely entangled by the black snake body at some point, and she could only move ten fingers and toes.

   The sharp teeth pierced her neck, and Nicola was forced to raise her head and let out a painful whimper.

   Pain invaded from outside, Nicola woke up suddenly and saw a quiet room.

   There was no one in the room except her.

   Nicola stretched out her hand to wipe the cold sweat from her forehead, but the strange black snake still remained in her mind.

   It was so real that it made her neck hurt.

   Nicola subconsciously reached out and touched her neck, and suddenly realized something was wrong.

   She lifted the quilt and stood up, walking to the mirror.

   Her face was reflected in the mirror, with a strange blush on her cheeks.

   Nicola moved her hands away from the red hair hanging on her shoulders, exposing one side of her neck. She saw a bright tooth mark, a large circle, stained with blood.

   Nicola pinched it with her fingertips, and the blood stains were spread out, like crushed peach petals and wiped away from the wound.

   Still freshly baked.

   Who bit her?

   Arthur staggered down the corridor of the castle, holding on to the wall with one hand and breathing rapidly like a seriously ill patient.

   He just...did something, something he couldn't even understand.

   He didn't know why he did that. He felt that he was bewitched. The woman was lying there, bewitching him like a goblin.

   No, he had a reason for doing this.

   He just wanted to know whether his increase in psychic power had anything to do with Lilith. She was used to doing whatever he wanted, so if he did something to her to get her back, it wouldn't be too much at all!

   "Arthur Otis?" A voice came from behind, and Arthur froze, like a little boy who was caught doing something bad.

   Doris Williams had just finished giving herself extra training and was about to go back to her room to rest. She didn't want to bump into Arthur.

   "Are you okay?" She just saw the boy walking unsteadily and wondered if he was sick.

   After all, he jumped into the sea and after rescuing Lilith from the sea, he wore the wet uniform and was blown by the sea breeze for a long time. It was said that this poor young man was not in good health to begin with. After spending so much effort to save people this time, he might not be willing to say that he was sick.

   Arthur turned his back to Doris and shook his head slightly. He said in a hoarse voice, "I'm fine."

   Doris frowned, feeling that Arthur was trying to show off. As she spoke, she walked up to him and asked, "Where did you go just now?" Doris glanced in the direction the boy came from and frowned subconsciously. She remembered that it seemed to be Lilith Noelle's room?

   Doris walked up to Arthur.

   In addition to his psychic strength, the boy has also grown in height recently.

   During the period of development of a teenager, the bones are lifted up like bamboo shoots in spring, with new changes almost every day.

   Doris raised her head slightly and looked at the boy in front of her.

   Arthur is a silent person. This silence allows him to lose the suppression of his height and does not put excessive pressure on him. On the contrary, because of this overly beautiful face, it always gives people an attitude that is as slender and soft as a delicate flower in the rain.

   Like a rose in bud.

   Doris saw the blood on the corners of Arthur's lips, which added a bit of coquettishness to his magnificent rose.

   "Is your mouth bleeding?"

   When Arthur heard this, he subconsciously stuck out his tongue and licked the blood from the corner of his lips.

   This is a simple and subtle action, and Doris, who has been staring at Arthur, can naturally see it.

   The boy's eyes were obscured by black hair, and only his straight nose and red lips were exposed.

   His cold white skin was stained with a little blood red, and he slowly stretched out the tip of his wet tongue and licked the red blood from the corner of his lips.

   A wild wind blew outside the castle. At that moment, Doris subconsciously released a little spiritual power for some unknown reason.

   The psychic force senses danger.

   The blood-stained young man lost his cold whiteness and became sinister and charming, like a bloody rose that finally bloomed from the haze, gradually plumped up its thorns and began to release his unique beauty.

   Arthur's voice was still hoarse. He stared at Doris in front of him and said slowly: "Just lack of water."