Agath

Chapter 22

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Yeoerman walked in front, and Ymir followed him two or three steps away.

Ymir raised his head and secretly looked at Yorman.

Suddenly, Ymir fell down.To be precise, it was Dasso who was still covering his body and begging for mercy just now, but suddenly struggled and threw Ymir down.

"I'll kill you!" he said through gritted teeth.

Before Ymir could react, he saw Yeorman, who was walking in front, turned around and strangled Dassault's neck.

Yorman had a cold and weird smile on his face that Ymir had never seen before.He slowly tightened his hands, and Ymir saw Dassault's face lying on his body gradually flushed red and then purple.

"Anyone who covets you and hurts you deserves to die."

Yeoerman's voice was always deep and elegant, but now it was undeniably cold and cruel.

With a "click", Dassault's neck was broken by those slender hands.

Ymir was so shocked by the scene in front of him that he couldn't speak. He stared blankly at the familiar but unfamiliar "uncle" in front of him, and his heart was filled with turmoil.

Yorman threw Dassault's body aside, then pulled Ymir up from the ground.

"Shh, good boy."

He took Ymir into his arms, and then kept kissing his wet eyes and slightly swollen lips.

Ymir rested his head on Yeorman's chest, and wrapped his arms around his waist.Smelling the faint scent of cologne from the other person, I feel warm and at ease.

They hugged each other quietly, neither of them spoke.

It was as if the murder just now was just a real illusion.