rose blade

I never understand why my heart is always killed by the closest people. The brooch in Bjorn's hand, mixed with the dark gray scent of Damascus roses, is made of my brother's ashes. "Are you crazy?" Raven rushed to Bjorn recklessly. She snatched the brooch. Even though the brooch exuded the seductive fragrance of Damascus roses, under Raven's gaze, the brooch showed Cassian's painful struggle exhausted by no anesthetic. The faint image of consciousness made me very heartbroken. "What are you doing there?" Raven sent me an awareness exchange, "This is your real brother! They used your brother's ashes to make a brooch! Why do you think you have been taken away? Why are you still sitting there in a daze? Vesper!" "Acting rashly will only harm us." My left eye, the white pupil closed tightly, sent to Raven: Protect yourself, act rashly, need to bear the price, bless you. "Raven, do you have any comments on taking it?" Bjorn held Raven's hand holding the brooch gently and lowered his eyes gently, which was the most disgusting disguise made by inferior blood. Raven has disobeyed her boss because of her feelings. Since she has received a warm warning from Vesper, she can only answer with a fake smile, "This badge smells very similar to the one I dropped in the wishing pool last week. I'm sorry for offending you." "Of course, it doesn't matter, dear Raven. I don't think we need to be so separated." Bjorn slapped Raven's *ss loudly in front of all the core members of the Black Hawk Gang. Raven looked at me, and her heart trembled. Everyone in the Black Hawk Gang knew that Raven was my sweetheart, and Bjorn was undoubtedly provoking me by doing so. At my brother's funeral, he made my brother's ashes into brooches and sacrificed them to the traitors of the Black Hawk Gang, and flirted with my sweetheart in front of me. Even a clear-eyed person can see it. How can I not see the provocation specifically aimed at me? Black Eagle Successor Code 1: If you don't know the other party's purpose, don't be emotional. All the tricks used by the other party are just to provoke you. I sat in the back of the gang, a dry rose covered my white pupil, raised my head, and the right eye of the black pupil suddenly showed a judgmental look. I hold my heart and pretend to be relaxed. Only the trembling aorta of the neck has been betraying me. Yes, I'm not as deterrent as I look. Just because my heart is always as soft as a loose cotton. The most taboo thing of the Black Eagle Gang is softness. The blade of the samurai sword is never soft, and the same is the secret weapon of the traitor. "Haha, it's really lively." Zhao wore a funny red hat and entered slowly under the gaze of the high-ranking officials of the Black Eagle. "Vesper, how can you stand it?" Raven's thoughts sent me an unbearable message. "Did they make a mistake? This is your brother's funeral!" "Honey, don't be so impatient. Look at what medicine they sell in the gourd." I communicated with Raven's thoughts, but I was forcibly disturbed by Zhao's magnetic field. "The serious atmosphere is not as quiet as I expected!" He looked at me with publicity and unscrupulousness in his eyes. I sat under the stage and wanted to see him and play some tricks. Raven came to me, but was stopped by Bjorn. Before he caught Raven, he had already colluded with Zhao. Otherwise, a dog who followed Zhao would not have a chance to be arrogant to the people in front of me. Bjorn rudely tore Raven's black dress. At Cassian's funeral, Raven's back leaked. She quickly grabbed the skirt that had not completely fallen off and covered her chest. Seeing Raven being humiliated like this, I couldn't control myself anymore, but Bjorn tore Raven's dress and looked at me at the same time as Zhao, like a hunter's trap. They were looking forward to my actions. "Naked, be my bride, and get married here." Bjorn's eyes always looked at me sharply. And his humiliating marriage proposal was said to Miss Raven, whose dress was torn by him. "Vesper, help me." Black Eagle Successor Code 13:The more tense the situation, the more you should think calmly before taking action. Should we stay calm, or attack immediately? Raven's request for help, and Bjorn's beastly behavior, I can't calm down to make a decision more like the heir of the Black Hawk. I pretended to stand up calmly, with a stiff expression on my face, so that no one could see whether I was panicking. " Bjorn! enough！" Bjorn's anger was not extinguished by my warning. Of course, I know that the good play he rehearsed with Zhao will not end because of my warning too. After all, I am the one who is most unlikely to become the heir of the Black Hawk Gang, even if I am the granddaughter of the Black Eagle. In the funeral hall, the flame of the candle flickered slightly. I was too lazy to look at Bjorn, so I tore off the "loyalty" cloak that Zhao gave to Bjorn and put it on Raven. "Vesper, are you a little too impulsive?" Bjorn also pretended to be a fake gentleman. He secretly gritted his teeth hard, making his facial muscles look particularly stiff. Zhao's red hat has not been taken off since he entered the field. I looked around, and everyone else around me respected me, the eldest granddaughter of the black eagle, with more respect. Only Zhao and his lackeys were dignified and decent. Unknowingly, they thought they were police officers. I looked at Zhao with contempt, "I have come up from the stage. What do you want to play? Identify the traitor? Or do you want to admit the traitor and let the Black Hawk Gang change its name?" The cold tone is like a broken glass, which can illuminate someone's conspiracy. They are all smart people and don't want to have any head-on conflict with me. After all, even if I don't have the right to inherit but my blood is pure. Zhao reluctantly stood up from his chair and talked to me: "Vesper must have seen that Bjorn really likes Raven, but the timing is wrong." "What a beautiful and clever excuse, Zhao. I've known you for many years. How did I find out that you have such a powerful subordinate?" He walked towards me, and the footsteps of thin-soled shoes echoed in the very quiet funeral hall. He was about to open his mouth, and I "intimately" helped him take down the absurd and funny red hat. "I think, Mr. Zhao, must have forgotten the rules of the funeral. I will keep this hat for you for the time being." I raised my hand, and the red hat was turned into ashes by me before it fell to the ground. "I'm so sorry, Mr. Zhao, my hand shook a little." The unhappy face appeared on Zhao's face. Obviously, he couldn't stand it. After all, he can snatch everything from the Black Hawk family, and I don't care, but the blood, will and traitors of the Black Hawk Gang can never be stolen. I wanted to take Raven away from this place of right and wrong, but someone didn't let me. Bjorn stopped me, and he will also face my last good temper. "What's the matter?" "You can't go." His eyes were firm, which made me sigh that I didn't get such a loyal and willing dog. I hugged Raven, took off the rose from my left eye, stared at Bjorn, and approached him with a smile. "Yes, I really shouldn't have left. There are still my things here." My fingertips crossed Bjorn's chest, drew a five-pointed star on it, and dug out his heart together. "Do you choose your heart or not? A brooch made of my brother's ashes?" The questioning of whether Zhao's party's loyalty to the Black Hawk Gang was high or low was pushed to the forefront. Several elders sitting under the stage stood up one after another and questioned Zhao from behind. The chief of the Black Hawk? Just by you traitors? It's not worth it at all! "Bjorn, do you think you can use my brother's blood to help your master peck at my pure-blood power of the black eagle?" I stepped on the pool of blood and said with a smile. Dogs and traitors don't deserve to sit in this position!