Lyric Willow thought back to the last incident and knew she was in the wrong. She had once promised Evan Willow not to commit murder in Priocia, but that night, upon seeing Amanda Smith, she was so overwhelmed that she drew blood.
She pursed her lips and waved her hand unhappily, "All right, all right, I'm going, okay? Are you satisfied?" She stamped her foot discontentedly and glared at the innocent butler standing before her. She pressed the switch on the ring she wore, and a strand of titanium alloy as thin as a hair shot out, penetrating the tree trunk behind the old butler. Lyric Willow leaped into the air and disappeared over the tree in a few moves.
"Young Master..."
The old butler wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and called out in a low voice.
Evan Willow remained silent for a moment, then waved his hand and turned to go inside the house.
"I'm going to rest. Don't disturb me unless it's important."
"Yes."
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