Chapter 941 Earl Venthyr
Maiden's skull?
Vic took a little interest.
He got up, walked to the girl holding the skull, and looked at the post-processing hair.
Lan Difen gently shook the red wine in his skull, and continued with a smile: "Every time I take a sip of red wine, I can hear a girl crying in my ears."
"Red, girly, crying, Mr. Vic, don't you think it's wonderful?"
There is no most abnormal, only more love.
Vic was moved by what he said.
He picked up another skull cap filled with red wine.
It was only after holding it in my hand that I realized why Lantifen said that the bone had been specially treated.
It is very clean and white, with a thin layer around it, like a transparent material fused with gold powder, which feels very comfortable to the touch.
It's like touching the delicate and smooth skin of a girl.
As the red wine swayed, the gold powder shone brightly, and even the wine juice revealed a thin layer of golden light.
Brewed by a witch in the forest, it can make people never grow old. It is full of magic, beautiful and dangerous.
Vic bowed his head and took a sip, with the aftertaste showing on his face.
"Indeed, it's wonderful."
Lantifen held the skull and raised it, "Cheers."
"Cheers." Vic raised his glasses together, the two heads touched, the bright red wine swayed, and with the wind blowing, it seemed that he could really hear the girl crying in his ears.
Vic laughed and drank several glasses.
Lantifen was also laughing, he was savoring slowly and playing with the bone in his hand from time to time.
In those eyes that have been smiling all the time, there is a devil-like ferocity in the depths.
The ferocity exposed by Vic is even more morbid.
The snow-capped mountains are covered with snow, and the forest is quiet under the snow.
In the villa, talking and laughing, I don't know how many people are about to sacrifice their lives.
About ten kilometers away from the jungle villa, in the jungle manor that is privately owned by individuals, there are also people standing in front of the French windows where the snow-capped mountains can be seen, gazing over the snow-capped mountains in the distance.
It was a very handsome young man with Oxi's face, and his facial features were so elegant that they were carved by God himself, no matter which angle he was in, they were so perfect.
He also has a pair of eyes as blue as the blue sky, brighter than the sky reflecting the snow-capped mountains.
Standing in front of the large floor-to-ceiling windows, dressed in medieval aristocratic attire, his tall and straight figure exudes an innate noble temperament, and his slender calves are wrapped in long boots, making his legs straighter.
He held an ancient saber in his hand. This is a sword that can only be owned by the head of the Venthyr family. It has a history of hundreds of years.
This person is the Earl of Venthyr.
Preoccupied, he stood in front of the window where the snow-capped mountains could be seen, motionless, half an hour away.
"Lord Earl."
A servant came in and performed the royal ceremony.
The earl turned around, but it was just a turning movement, so elegant that there was no flaw in it.
He is the head of the Venthyr family and the Earl of Venthyr.
A young earl who pursues perfection and does not allow himself to be aphasia in all appearances and appearances.
The blue eyes locked on the servant, "Where are they?"
The sound is low and thick, like a cello being played.
It also has an aristocratic atmosphere that cannot be offended, making the servants bend down and bow their heads, incomparably respectful.
He replied in a low voice, "Xia Guo, the four of them went to Xia Guo."
"Xiaguo? That ancient and mysterious ancient oriental country, how could they go there?" Earl Venthyr frowned slightly.
The servant replied, "The four of them left secretly, and the Emperor's Domain has not found out so far."
"Help them prevent the Emperor's Domain from discovering." Wenthyr ordered coldly, and then said, "I'm going to Xia Guo, right now."