After calming down, Xiang Xing paused, but suddenly stretched out his little arm from the black cloak and quickly circled Clarence's neck.

"Huh?"

Seeing her sudden move, the man was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but smile and lowered his eyes, and the corners of his red lips were slightly hooked.

"You want to make me believe in your little excuse by being coquettish?"

He chuckled and deliberately nudged her.

Suddenly, he blinked his eyes very arbitrarily, and his brows raised slightly, "Don't forget, I can read through your mind." ”

“…… Then you can use your mind-reading magic right now and see what I'm thinking. ”

Xiang Xingxiao rolled his eyes and snorted unconvinced.

I didn't even look at it, so I speculated about her thoughts.

It's a slap in the face, but don't blame her.

"Well, that's what you asked for, don't regret it."

Clarence didn't refuse, he smiled lightly, and his eyes glowed with a faint golden light.

However, a moment later, as if he had read something unbelievable, his purple-gold eyes shrank suddenly, and a look of astonishment quickly flashed across his face.

That's right, from her current state of mind, the man saw a magnificent and colorful picture.

In the picture, she and him are in their own blood forms, in the middle of the blooming field of wild roses at the foot of the York Mountains.

Sometimes they snuggle up happily, sometimes laugh and play, and the happiness that seems to overflow the picture extends from day to night, towards another kind of carnival.

Reciprocating cycles.

It wasn't until Clarence slowly came back to his senses from this scene that he couldn't help but constricted his deep eyes, ecstatic, but with a hint of vague uncertainty, staring deeply at the girl in front of him.

"Are you really willing to go back to York Hill with me?"

The man asked cautiously and cautiously with a rare crampedness.

"Or else?"

I saw Xiang Xingying smiling, but pretending to be helpless and spread his arms.

sighed exaggeratedly, "Alas~ Who made me not have a long heart, and agreed to so many unequal treaties for the sake of a forgetful pill...... Now I can only admit it~"

She grinned and continued to shrink into the man's stunned arms.

Raised his little head and looked at him silently, from a shocked and stunned face, to an irrepressible joy and excitement.

The sturdy crook of the arm was also tightened again.

After a long pause, she finally saw him nod solemnly.

"Good...... I'll take you back, back to the place that belongs only to us. ”

……

Soon.

With Franca and his court prepared a series of strong evidence, Archbishop Marbury finally confessed to the crimes he had committed.

In the sentencing court, he was very different from the excited denial he had when he was interrogated before.

He was very calm, taking all the blame on himself, and unconditionally exonerating all the clergy under his command.

No one knows why Marbury dropped his appeal and pleaded guilty so shortly.

However, some people found that on the day he was executed, there was an old harmonica around his neck that everyone had never seen before, and the style was extremely simple.

Despite the eventual dislocation, the harmonica was not taken away by the executioners, but packed up with Marbury's body and transported to an unknown place.