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Freya's body stiffened, and the foot that had been lifted could not be stepped down.

No one likes death.

No one wants to die in such a miserable way if they can still have a breath.

Freya wants to live.

Even if she knew that, after a short time of living, she would still have to face death, she did not want to, in advance, step into the abyss of hell.

When he saw that Freya was no longer running forward, Abel slowly withdrew his gun. He waved his hand at his men, and two strong men rushed forward and held Freya down fiercely.

Abel's eyes were dark and cold as he surveyed Freya, he thought that the person Regina wanted him to kill was just a beautiful woman, he didn't expect that this woman had a bit of resourcefulness.

However, in the face of absolute strength, the so-called resourcefulness simply cannot completely turn the tide.

Learning a lesson from the near escape of Freya, Abel had his men tie Freya's hands and feet in knots, he did not believe that she could still make any waves after they had tied her up.

Abel took Freya directly to the Great Green Mountain to feed the wolves.

These are the same wolves that Jacob raised when he was in Europe. In the past two years, when Jacob had to temporarily focus on his home country, he brought over some of his favourite wolves.

As Freya was designated by Regina to be fed to the wolves, Abel still called Regina first when he threw Freya into the forest to feed the wolves.

"Abel, you have caught Freya, haven't you?" There was a clear excitement in Regina's voice, not at all like that reserved and elegant worldly beauty.

"Miss, I will soon send Freya into the forest to feed

go over and admire Freya's tragic state of being torn apart by the wolves in particular, but she had

regretted not being able

Abel, "Abel, help me take a video. I want a

naturally wouldn't refuse Regina, "Don't worry Miss, after Freya is torn apart by the wolves, you will receive the

his hands and feet tied like this, which was too unattractive for the beauty of death, he thought about it and had the

hands, his heart gets cold. When he sees a person die a horrible death, he doesn't feel the slightest bit of pity, he prefers to see a living person who, after struggling in

the aura on him, clear and noble to the point, "Freya,

"Why?!" Freya asked subconsciously.

to let the wolves tear you apart! I'd rather see you struggling to find a way out for yourself,

help

did not speak immediately; he lowered

so clean and soft, had more blood on them than he

a murderous demon, don't want to

have blood on their hands, but those of them who have come from the field of the tormentor, who do not kill

"Bah!"

even if she died, these people who had harmed

that if she struggled, if she resisted, she would only

and with all her strength, she slammed it hard into Abel's

change as he dropped Freya

skills, she actually had no problem dealing with one or two ordinary men, but Abel's skills were so terrifying that she had no chance to even fight back before she could

eyes to look at his hand, as if to check, whether his hand had been

I would not waste my strength,