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"Your name is Norman, right?" Elizabeth's voice faintly passed into Norman's ears.

As he spoke, he turned slightly and faced Norman.

Even if Norman had a defensive heart at this time, he had seen Elizabeth's face.

Norman still couldn't help but suffocate.

That painting, Elizabeth is already beautiful.

But compared with the real Elizabeth, it is still far behind.

"It's not the first time we met. When you came last time, I watched how you act with my own eyes." Elizabeth was accustomed to Norman's reaction and still said her own words.

In her mind, she will always be the most important protagonist.

Getting people's attention and becoming the focus is a matter of course from an early age.

When Norman heard the words, his eyes immediately returned to the clear color, "The corpse lamp tree, is your partner?"

After saying this, Norman felt stupid.

The woman in front of her is definitely not the level of the Corpse Lantern Tree that can cooperate.

Elizabeth did not answer Norman's words, her voice still soft: "I am not interested in you. Give me the piece of world source you took away. I can give you something and let you go."

As she spoke, Elizabeth slowly stretched out her hand.

Ruyu's fingers were lightly in the air.

A pair of mirrors on the lake surface appeared in front of Norman.

That is, the open space in front of the castle.

Mother Mead stood there with an anxious look on her face.

But she didn't notice that her body was being pulled by invisible thin threads.

Elizabeth wiggled her finger, and the line she was pulling moved.

Mother Mead's body also moved.

What frightened Norman was that Mother Mead was completely unaware of her current situation.

Every movement, even every expression of her, is changing with the movements of her fingers, but she doesn't feel it at all.

No wonder, no wonder, the Countess was willing to let Mother Mead leave.

However, both of them are under her control, and they don't want to waste time entangled.

A chill came from Norman's heart, and Norman reluctantly said: "Since you can control us, why don't you directly control me to take things out?"

"You are very special, you have powers that I don't understand, I can't control you, don't talk nonsense!" After these words, Elizabeth was already a little impatient.

"That piece of world source is gone, I'm telling the truth!" As soon as Norman's voice fell, his whole body flew out and hit the wall hard.

A mouthful of blood came out of Norman's mouth.

This kind of power is a kind of power that Norman can't contend at all.

Elizabeth had already sat up, her tender face was covered with frost.

The eyes of the same pool of clear water had already condensed into ice at this time.

A murderous intent shrouded Norman's body.

"I can help you find, this castle of the Marquis of Windsor, there should be more than one source of the world!" Norman blurted out, he was afraid, hesitated for a second, he would be killed immediately.

Norman judged that Elizabeth did not control the castle, which was the reason for this bedroom.

No matter how the master bedroom is laid out, it is absolutely impossible to appear in the first room on the second floor.

In general castles, the master room is on the top floor or the floor below the top floor.

And Elizabeth, such a luxurious room, is located at the entrance of the corridor, above the third floor of the castle, obviously not under control.

Silence lasted for ten seconds, and Elizabeth lay on the bed again.

The fierceness just now seemed to have never appeared.

Norman got up from the ground, only to feel a sweet smell in his throat.

Norman swallowed, without letting the blood come out.

"On the third floor, there is also a world source, give it to me, the same conditions as just now!" Elizabeth's lazy voice appeared in Norman's ear.

It's like a lover's whisper.

Norman fought a cold war, "Can you tell me what kind of person the Marquis of Windsor is?"

"The Marquis of Windsor is a person who likes beauty very much. The more beautiful, the more he likes it. Don't use your own aesthetic point of view to speculate on his aesthetics... You can go now." Elizabeth retched halfway. The voice became cold.

Following Elizabeth's words, the bedroom door opened sharply.

When Norman saw her look, he immediately closed his mouth.

Elizabeth's face, like a run jade, turned pale, obviously thinking of something bad.

Seeing her face, Norman didn't dare to stop and hurriedly left.

Scarlett followed him right behind, like that, obviously staring at him upstairs.

Norman only felt bitter.

Looking at the upward stairs, Norman had to cheer up and gritted his teeth.

Halfway through, Norman turned his head and saw Scarlett standing at the door on the second floor, looking at him blankly.

Taking a deep breath, Norman forced himself to calm down.

Since Elizabeth let herself go to the third floor.

It shows that although there is a great danger on the third floor, it has already blended with the world.

As Norman continued to approach the third floor, the chaotic mark on Norman's forehead gave off a faint feeling of coldness.

Norman didn't understand what this meant, but became more cautious.

The third floor is also brightly lit.

On the walls on both sides of the corridor, apart from the exquisite and complicated wallpapers, there are self-portraits hanging.

Norman has seen these paintings, all of them belonged to the Marquis of Windsor.

These paintings are no longer fuzzy at this time, but unusually bright and clear.

Just as Norman looked over, the faces of all the portraits turned around.

There was a sting in his eyes, and liquid came out of his eyes.

Norman suffered a whole life, and subconsciously assumed a defensive posture.

After waiting for a few seconds, and did not see the attack coming, he lowered his head and wiped it.

All his hands are blood.

"Gluck", a mixture of old hens, sawing wood, and all kinds of the worst sounds came from my ears.

Not one, but a group of laughs like this.

The laughter was full of gloat.

Hearing these laughs, Norman felt a tingling pain in his ear drums.

The Mark of Chaos exuded bursts of chills, washed Norman's brain, and eased the pain.

"Come here!" the voice of the Marquis of Windsor sounded.

"Don't go there, you come to me!" The Marquis of Windsor in another painting screamed.

The words of the two seem to have stabbed the hornet's nest, and these paintings began to gossip and attack each other frantically.

Norman only felt that his head was violently knocked on, and there was a pain.

"Elizabeth!" Norman yelled.

For a while, absolute silence was restored all around.

Norman opened a gap in his eyes.

At the same time, the chaotic mark on his forehead kept cooling off.

The pain in the eyes gradually eased, and finally adjusted to vision.

All the eyes in the painting carry a frenzy.

Norman took two steps back subconsciously, ready to run down~www.wuxiaspot.com~ He was standing at the top of the stairs on the third floor, and behind his heels should be the downward stairs.

After two steps, the body should come to the stairs.

Norman found that he was still standing on the third floor.

A bad feeling arose in Norman's heart.

He turned around abruptly and ran towards the second floor.

However, he kept repeating the action of turning and running away, still on the third floor!

Norman's heart sinks!

"Where is Elizabeth?" A low, hoarse voice sounded from a painting.

Norman turned around, his face becoming paler.

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