Chapitre 397: Ambitions

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Archdemon Empress Luna

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"Hmm. With all this blood--" Apollyon abruptly averted his gaze from the broken shards on the floor and glanced around as if he was searching for someone around the room.

He cleared his throat awkwardly as his eyes zeroed on the deep cut at the side of her neck, still dripping blood on her dark, wet corset.

Apollyon's pupils were narrowed into dangerous slits before he brought it back up to her eyes. Licking his lips, he said, concerned. "I thought someone attacked you while I was gone."

"I thought so too," Luna replied as she scanned him from head-to-toe, wondering why her husband felt so antsy as if something was making him shift from foot-to-foot.

Luna exhaled a heavy sigh.