章 1377: Alistair's Claw

In a narrow room, a handsome young man was staring at the painting in his hand.

The woman in the painting was feeding the three children in her arms with her three breasts.

Her face was filled with kindness and satisfaction.

In the background of the painting.

A black shadow was peeping at the door frame.

The strange thing was…

The black shadow's posture of clinging to the door frame was exactly the same as the youth outside the painting!

At a certain moment.

The woman in the painting suddenly came to life.

She smiled and looked out of the painting.

"Can't take it anymore?

"My good lad, Setrunk."

Setrunk's breathing quickened as he said,

"I want to go…Kill him!

"For you!"

he added.

The woman in the painting smiled gently.

"Then do it!

"What's the use of just talking?"

Setrunk said painfully,

"I'm waiting for an opportunity!