MTL - The Barrage Said, I Am the Final Villain In the Game-Chapter 138 Devils and Artwork

  Chapter 138 Devils and Artworks

   "Your proposal?"

  Mrs. Cotter glanced at Lynn.

  Thinking with her toes, she also knew that the "proposal" given by the other party was definitely not a good suggestion.

   how could she

   "Lucy! Don't listen to him! He's a liar! He's a devil!"

  "Devil?" Mrs. Cotter gently stroked her messy hair, "So, you lost me to the devil."

  Marquis Cotter's speech froze for a long time, but he could only repeat a few "I'm not" and "I'm not."

   "Hehe." Mrs. Cotter sneered and looked at Lynn, "Tell me, what are you thinking."

   "It's very simple." Lynn said with a light smile, "Since divorce will cause irreparable damage to you, why not divorce?"

   "I'm sorry." Mrs. Cotter's words were absolute, "Staying under the same roof with this pig, even for a second, I can't stand it!"

   "No no no."

  Lin En crossed his fingers and said softly: "I don't think you have figured it out yet."

   "You think, you walk away like this, it seems free and easy, but have you ever thought about your children?"

   "Do you think that after you left, he got the right to use all the properties and would use them to raise children?"

  Mrs. Cotter was slightly taken aback.

  According to the behavior of Marquis Kurt, it is obvious that this is impossible.

   Not only is it impossible, maybe, after he is liberated, he will lose all his money the next day, leaving nothing behind—Mrs. Cotter has never believed in the ability of her "husband" so much.

  Seeing the hesitation on Mrs. Cotter's face, Lynn smiled again: "So, you are indeed relieved when you leave like this, and the children will suffer—and you may not be able to relieve it yet."

   "People always need to survive in society, don't they?"

  Mrs. Cotter is not an idiot, and she can naturally understand the deep meaning in the other party's words, but she doesn't know what is hidden in it.

   "You said so much, what is the purpose?"

"I just want to help you." Lynn shrugged and said casually, "You see, it is definitely not possible to go, whether it is for your children or yourself, this is the worst choice. So, instead of Give up everything, why not"

  Suddenly, he stepped off the sofa, squatted down, and patted Marquis Kurt's face lightly.

   "Take control of everything."

  His voice was very soft, falling into Mrs. Cotter's heart, but it was like a thunderbolt.

  Thunder fell from the sky, breaking all the darkness, and bringing a ray of light to her world.

   She looked at Marquis Kurt, with strange emotions appearing in her eyes.

   "No, no." Marquis Kurt roared, "You can't do this, you are my wife, you can't kill me."

  “.”

  Mrs. Cotter's eyes flickered, and the light in them was faintly shaken.

   After hesitating for a long time, she finally shook her head.

   "This is not allowed"

  Although the Marquis of Cotter is dead, according to the law, the right to inherit the inheritance will indeed fall into her hands, but with her ability, it is impossible to escape the investigation of the unnatural death of the Marquis of Cotter.

   "Hey." Lynn waved his hand, "You think too much, I don't mean to let you kill your husband."

   "I mean you might as well try to keep your husband under control."

"like this."

   Mrs. Cotter froze again.

  She watched Lynn hold the object to gag Marquis Kurt's mouth again, and then the white and slender fingertips touched the man's metacarpophalangeal joints covered with haggard skin, and then.

   "Kacha—"

   "Woo!"

   Heart-piercing whimpers spread throughout the hall, and Mrs. Cotter covered her mouth in fright, and backed away in a hurry until she hit the sofa and sat slumped on it.

"you you."

   "Don't be afraid, ma'am." Lynn withdrew her hand and smiled softly, "This is a necessary cost."

   "Success, cost?"

   "That's right." Lynn said, "You tell him that once he goes to the casino, you will break one of his fingers, if you are not strong enough"

   Beckoning to Mrs. Cotter, Lynn took out a small knife with a cold light, and handed it to the woman who was walking slowly.

"Try this."

   Mrs. Cotter took the knife stiffly.

   "Yes, that's right, that's it, hold it tight, and then squat down slowly, a little slower."

   "Come on, point the knife here."

  The woman followed the instructions mechanically, until Marquis Kurt's terrified sobs sounded again.

   "Woo!"

   "I, I" Mrs. Cotter threw away the knife, covered her face, and sobbed, "I can't do it, I can't do it."

   "No, you can do it."

  Lin En's voice was as light and soft as soothing a baby to sleep.

   "For your efforts, for your children, for...yourself."

  He picked up the knife and stuffed it back into the woman's hand.

   "It's the easiest and best solution to your problem, and you don't even have to lose anything."

   "What you have paid is just a little 'kindness', but hasn't that kind of thing been thrown away by your husband long ago?"

   "Dropped, lost."

  Mrs. Cotter thought of what the Marquis Cotter had done to her again, her eyes suddenly became resentful again, and even the hand holding the knife began to turn slightly white.

"Go, ma'am." Lynn grinned, "Throw away your weakness, cut off your unnecessary pity, and arm yourself with this knife. From now on, you will be as hard as iron, and you will be able to control your own. "

"-destiny."

   "噗嗤—"

  Blood spurted, splashed in all directions, and floated onto the body, blurring the woman's vision.

  As the world in front of her eyes gradually began to turn scarlet, the woman finally realized what she had done.

   "I, I" she looked at the fingers that rolled down in front of her, crying heartbreakingly, "No, I didn't do it!"

  The woman pointed at Lynn with a blood-stained knife.

   "It was you! You did it! You devil!"

   "No, no, no, you did it yourself." Lynn walked to her side and put his palm on her wrist, "Besides, what you just did is still flawed."

   "Come, let me teach you."

   "Follow the veins on the fingers, slide along the muscle lines, and finally clamp the blade on the joints, using a little force."

   "Pa-ta-"

  Pinching that finger, Lynn gently placed it on the woman's palm, and then pushed it to her eyes.

   "Look, you did it, and you did it well, it looks like a piece of art that could be put in a museum, doesn't it?"

  The woman finally broke down.

  She pushed Lynn away violently, and crazily threw herself on her fainted husband, threw herself on top of him, hugged him, wept hoarsely, and apologized to him.

"sorry Sorry sorry!"

  She was crying and shouting, with messy long hair and blood all over her body. At this moment, she was out of place with this gorgeous manor, as if the garbage dump on Guanghui Street should belong to her home.

  The cries gradually faded away as the night darkened, and after a long, long time, she finally woke up again.

  Sitting up from the ground, she first looked at the blood on her body, then at her husband's face, and the bandaged wound.

  Finally, she looked at the fingers with circular marks on her hand.

   "Lucy."

  The man's hoarse voice sounded slowly, and the woman hurriedly raised her eyes.

   "Lucy. Don't, don't go"

  The woman was silent for a long time, then suddenly smiled.

   "I'm not leaving."

  She bent down and pressed her face against her husband's.

  Her movements are light and slow.

  Her voice is soft and slow.

   "I will be with you forever."

   "However, we have to agree that you are not allowed to play cards anymore."

  After going through a catastrophe, the woman's voice seemed to have returned to her girlhood, falling in the ears of a man, it was a bit tender.

  Marquis Kurt felt pity in his heart, even though his physical and mental state was poor, he still insisted on giving a response.

   "Okay, okay, I will definitely not go."

  Mrs. Cotter didn't speak immediately, but stood up, stared at his cheek, and then laughed again.

  She slowly raised her hand and stroked his cheek.

   "Then, speaking of it, we must do it."

   "Come on, hook."

"it is good"

  Marquis Kurt raised his hand with great difficulty, but when he saw the palm, he was silently stunned.

  His little finger and ring finger are gone.

   "Here it is."

  The woman rubbed and smiled, pinched his knuckle, and shook it lightly.

  She bent that finger, gently placed her little finger on it, then slowly leaned over, and kissed the circular mark softly.

   "Hook, hanging, one hundred years, not allowed to change"

   "Not allowed. Change."

  (end of this chapter)