Sean didn't want to end up in the middle of the road before he even got up.

It’s just that desire is not so easy to control. It is like a seed. After it is planted, it will keep taking root and sprouting. Especially when you are completely dominant and in control of the overall situation, evil thoughts are like weeds.

Filled in the heart.

Everything has good and bad qualities.

The Mage Tower not only strengthened Sean's soul perception, but also strengthened his emotions, including negative emotions of course.

In this matter, traces began to show early on.

When he was dealing with Priest Darnell and General Arnold's unauthorized entry into the northern fortress, he was dominated by his own anger.

It took him a lot of effort to suppress the urge to destroy the corpses and eliminate traces after they were captured.

Although doing so satisfies one's desire for absolute control, it actually does not help. It is a very short-sighted approach that will create huge hidden dangers for the future of military leaders.

That time was somewhat excusable, and it was normal for me to be angry.

But this time, personal desires were obviously mixed in too much.

The only good thing is that Sean's body is still trapped in the mage tower.

Even if evil thoughts arise, it is just a visual addiction and cannot be put into actual action.

Now that you are aware of it, you can think of ways to solve it.

But I have to say that the other person's figure is really perfect, and all the proportions are just right as if measured with a ruler.

It should be long, slender and powerful.

What should be curved should be round and round.

It should be pretty, the curve is perfect.

It should be round, plump and firm.

What should be white should be like white snow.

It should be red, delicate and gorgeous.

Even with a magnifying glass, Sean couldn't find any faults. Due to the runic culture of his bloodline, his warlock characteristics were brought into full play.

The devil's figure and the face of an angel are the best evaluations of him.

For the sake of such a peerless beauty, it's not bad to occasionally cross the line and taste the taste of a coward. This thought flashed in Sean's mind.

With unfinished thoughts, Sean's main consciousness returned to the conscious space.

After Christina went crazy for a while, her mood obviously eased. At the same time, she noticed something was wrong and began to look at the surrounding environment.

"I thought your Excellency was fearless!" Sean didn't give her such a chance, adding fuel to the fire, "Are you crazy enough? If you are crazy enough, just sit down and talk honestly. As a prisoner, you must

If you have the consciousness of being a prisoner, believe it or not, I can throw you into the coffin at any time."

"How dare you!" Cristina screamed.

"Still not conscious of being a prisoner." Sean snapped his fingers, and Christina fell into endless darkness. It seemed that she was the only one left in the world. No matter how much she shouted, there was no echo.

, she couldn't even feel the passage of time.

I don’t know if it’s been a minute, an hour, or a day.

Sean's hateful face appeared in front of her again.

This not only failed to calm down Christina, but made her even more crazy. Her emotions that had just been relieved exploded again. Regardless of the fact that her attack had no effect at all, she launched a counterattack again.

As a result, Sean snapped his fingers again, and Christina once again fell into the darkness that breeds endless despair.

"You bastard." Christina fell into a kind of hysteria.

Sean snapped his fingers again.

"I'm going to kill you!" Christina roared crazily.

Another snap of fingers.

Bastard! Scoundrel! Idiot!

I'm going to tear you to pieces!

I will throw you into the lava hell, burn your body, and suffer the torture of fire for your soul.

I will throw you into the shadow plane, where you will be hunted by those greedy shadow monsters forever.

I will castrate you and cut off your descendants.

No one, no one, not even the ancestors, can tease her like this. You, a guy who is a generation younger than me, have what qualifications do you have to tease yourself like this?

He is the one who leads the Andis people to glory again.

On the speed of cultivation.

On the decision to kill.

On leadership ability.

In what way am I not above this guy who keeps his word?

If she had such resources and the tacit support of her ancestors, she would definitely do better than him.

Why can't this candidate be myself?

It is clear that the same noble bloodline flows through his body.

Just because you are a woman?

Why is God so unfair?

Why are our ancestors so unfair?

Now he is letting this little bastard ride on his head.
Chapter completed!