Reincarnated as a villainess: Tilsim Bertarini's revenge

Matthews Hills

The weeping Duke took the back of his hand to wipe his tears while cursing in a low voice, and when he dismounted his horse, his legs were weak, and he almost fell.

I said, "It's all my fault, if I hadn't insisted on racing with you,Duke wouldn't have been frightened." I sincerely apologized, "I hope you won't take it personally."

Take it personally? What could he be concerned about? She was his life-saving benefactor. How could he take it personally? Duke forced a smile. In the end, his heart held a breath and then looked at the culprit still low chewing turf mount, angry, a wave of the hand: "This beast, almost caused master injury, dragged out and chopped! I'll cut him into pieces and make him into horse jerky!"

Ben frowned slightly, and my smile also cooled down.

Horses, to a warrior, are mounts and comrades in arms who live and die together. They do not speak but will carry the soldiers into battle. They will not communicate but will hiss sadly after the death of their masters and even the hunger strike.

They are loyal to their masters, just as their masters love them.

The sons and daughters of the wealthy land do not appreciate the cruelty of the sand and, therefore, cannot understand the friendship between man and war horse. The people are still divided into noble and low, a beast, not worth his hesitation for this, kill it, and what else do you care?

"...... This is a good horse," Dad spoke. He consoled: "Duke, please think twice."

"This is this, my horse." Duke was worried about having no place to release his anger, Dad bumped into him, and he laughed fiercely, "I can do whatever I want!" He fished out a dagger from his waist and pulled it out. The cold light flashed, and he said, "Not only will I kill, but I will kill here!"

The dagger's hilt was inlaid with a ruby as big as a pigeon's egg, and the sheath was also made of gold, magnificent beyond compare. And now, the tip of this knife is aimed at the stallion that is nibbling the turf. The horse does not know what will happen, still waving his tail leisurely.

Duke's eyes were murderous. Since the horse had frightened him, he should kill it here to take the heat off himself and look brave.

He yelled at the boy, "Catch it for me!"

My hand unconsciously climbed up to the iron-headed stick at my waist.

I could not ...... see this horse die because of me.

A few boys held down the horse, and the head boy turned his head and shouted, "Sir, we're holding it down! Your Excellency, do it now!"

With the dagger in hand, Duke stepped forward and aimed at the horse's neck. The knife containing a cold light was about to fall -

"Bang--"

With a crisp sound, like gold and stone collided, something fell to the ground; I quietly retracted the outstretched hand. But I saw that the dagger in Duke's hand had already fallen, and he was holding his wrist and screaming, "Ugh ugh, ugh, ugh."

"Who? Who is it?" He jumped in pain while not forgetting to curse, "Who the hell shot me!"

"It's me."

Someone's voice came from behind itself.

This voice ...... My heart moved slightly, and I turned to look.

But I saw two more people come behind me at some point, both riding horses. The young man on the left wore a round-necked slouch robe of licorice yellow. His joyful, red lips wore this picky color, and his white teeth, smile, and pupils were also clear and bright, rare with childish innocence, and he is a radiant young gentleman.

And the young man on the right ...... I brightened up.

Just in time for spring, the willow colored like new, the ice and snow melted, and someone split flowers and willows, stepping on the flowers to come.

The young man in yellow was already very handsome. This young man's eyebrows are even more beautiful than his. Face like jade, eyes like a star, a pair of eyes shaped gently, but at the end of the eyes slightly up, such as autumn water shining shadow, is an excellent color to torment people, but because of the gaze appears cold as frost.

He is not as jumpy as a teenager, wearing a silver crown and green silk hanging smoothly on his head. Wearing a hundred grass frost color riding clothes, the lapel with gold thread embroidered delicate vermilion bird, the momentum is outstanding. Soap green long-leg boots, a crystal sword at the waist. White horse and gold custody. The right hand is playing with a dark green incense bag, tinkling.

He is like a fragrant orchid.

The first time I saw him, I felt that something was wrong, and I looked down, and the white veil shifted slightly, covering my eyes.

Only to hear Duke's fawning and awe-inspiring voice at the other end resounding, "Master Hills...''

In my mind, I suddenly recalled many years ago, also such a spring day. The warbler cries, swallow dance, and the willow swing courtyard. I looked ignorance at the white robe, brocade boots, and the handsome young man from the treetops drooping eyes. Even though the look was full of impatience, but still could not block the body full of heroic posture.

The spring light is lazy and sleepy. The wind is beautiful. He is like a man in a painting, dulling the spring color of a city.

Matthews Hills. My previous antagonist was the infamous proper army governor, Lord of Starscourge.