My Beloved Has Risen from Death’s Embrace

Chapter 290

A hoarse, mechanically altered valce echoed in Xanthea’s ears, sending chills down her spine as she stood in a dimly lit room filled with a pervasive, musty stench.

-The guardian of the Queen crown?

So, the reason no NPC had approached her before was because they had left her to face the ultimate big boss!

He must look terrifying, right? Maybe a gaping maw, a green face with sharp fangs?

Trembling, her eyelashes fluttering, Xanthea tried to calm her nerves. “If you’re guarding the Queen’s crown, then quard it. Why are you holding on to me?”

“You were about to take the Queen’s crown.”

Well, that seemed logical,

“Okay, I won’t take it, just let me go!” she demanded, struggling to break free.

more she struggled, the tighter his grip became. It seemed he relished in the shivers of fear running through her body, as he nuzzled into her hair and his large hand greedily squeezed her slender waist. His breath was hot and heavy on her sensitive neck–a completely possessive and lewd

Xanthen froze

was he

go at her request,

of me.

enticing, lurking in the shadows has made me

whispered three words into her ear that made

was definitely not

a creep from the Adventure Blitz: Two Days, One

and no cameras around, and him saying such vile things, it had to be the

do? The room was pitch black, no one else was around, and if he did

hair stood on end, and the only name that flashed

in his arms trembling involuntarily as if truly frightened, the ghost guarding the Queen’s crown was about

“Who?”

paused