"Castle Lord!"
The guards outside the prison cell cried out in fluster when they saw that.
One of them dashed forward and stood in front of Castle Lord.
That burst of hurricane struck the guard directly on his chest.
"You want to kill me?" Castle Lord's expression turn even gloomier as though it was masked with a layer of frost as his eyes radiated a strong bitterness, "You actually want to kill me?"
"You're mental!" Ye Qing Luo closed her feather fan as she stared at him in alertness, "Only you're allowed to kill me, not allowing me to strike back?"
"Your life is mine! If I want you to die, then you must die!" Castle Lord's glum pupils were encircled with a vortex as though he wanted to swallow everything in the surroundings.
Ye Qing Luo frowned as all the hairs on her were standing up from his stare.
She was now completely certain that this Castle Lord indeed was mental.
And moreover his illness was rather serious.