Chapter 583 (2/2)

Without a doubt, landing onto those reefs was a definite if one lost his footing, and fell from such an altitude Death would be inevitable, so etable would be out of the question

Little Lord Fokkewith an inhuaze behind his helmet’s visor

”Hand, over, the diary, to me, and I shall spare you a quick death”

Sheyan abruptly lowered his head as he wiped his bloodstained mouth ”Do you still remember that red birthmark?”

Little Lord Fokke casted a vacant expression towards him

Sheyan then curled his lips into a smirk ”Ah, that red birthmark atop our beautiful Lady Sally Hepburn’s left bosootten even after toying countless tiid!!!

Sally Hepburn was a naly inscribed within Little Fokke’s soul! How could he forget, hoill he forget?

Even when Little Lord Fokke had given up everything, he refused to forsake thisache, Little Lord Fokke would direct this tor the torainst his opponents!

While Little Lord Fokke’shis toxic words as though he was a poisonous serpent

”I heard the relationshi+p between husband and as filled with loving affection, but your impotence failed to satisfy your wife Her excessive euards, fool around with your servants, with a bartender, and even a pirate”

”You” Little Lord Fokke’s voice reitated demeanor ”Sally didn’t fool around with any bartender!”

”Oh, she did” Sheyan very assuredly shrugged his shoulders ”Because I am that bartender” When his words ca the underlying le word, or perhaps, he didn’t wish to continue thisfire, as he earnestly reiterated the steamy encounter of Sally Hepburn and Jack Sparroitnessed that day The only difference was, he replaced Jack Sparroith himself

One had to admit, Little Lord Fokke fully clear on his wife’s unusual habits when co the deed Furtherreat details, crafting a story that couldn’t be refuted!

Instantly, Little Lord Fokke charged at Sheyan with frenzied aggression He no longer desired to listen to this affair, one that felt like frantic burning lashes flogging his naked heart A fanatical fury thoroughly engulfed Little Lord Fokke in this instance

In a flash, Little Lord Fokke unleashed streaks of ‘Pestering Death’! Blackrot of pande into substance around Little Lord Fokke, for into slender tendrils that twisted towards his nemesis ahead

Sheyan atte miserably, as he was evidently tortured by ily pleased with such an outcoht in his ne his neht, could he finally appease the resentment in his heart!

Hence, he continued frenziedly unleashi+ng streaks of bitter blackso directly dealt a fatal blow

Under the radually cal was a so loudly Technically speaking, he should already be gasping for his last breath!

Moreover, why isn’t there a single trace of festering black on his skin?

Thinking of that, Little Lord Fokke’s pupils instantly constricted He i Sy Sheyan!

Yet at this instant, his heart flushed with an unexplainably queer sensation

This was an exceptionally foreign sensation The previous time he felt such a sensation, was probably when he heard of Sally’s betrayal

Still, an incisive sword blade, eht for the grounded and cowering Sheyan, as it threatened to directly sever his head fro Sheyan suddenly stretched out his hand and seized the icy sharp blade!

A thin sky ice instantly condensed onto his pal his hand! In spite of that, the sword blade only sufficed to cut through half the fleshy pal pervert as finally baring its s!!