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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.

Freya into the forest to

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

regretted not being able

it, she hurriedly instructed to Abel, "Abel, help me take a video. I want a video of Freya being torn apart by the

apart by the wolves, you will receive the video." After hanging up the phone, Abel returned to the direction of the car, he opened the door of the trunk and directly dragged Freya

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

on his 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,

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

"Why?!" Freya asked subconsciously.

"It's meaningless to let the wolves tear you apart! I'd rather see you struggling to find a way out for yourself, but in the end,

are sick!" Freya couldn't help but speak,

lowered his face and glanced

clean and soft, had more blood on them

fallen into the hands of a murderous demon, don't want to live!" Abel did not refute Freya's words as

from the field of the tormentor, who do not kill and stain blood, will only become the dead souls of

"Bah!"

even if she died, these people who

she struggled, if she resisted, she would only die a worse death, but, she did

in her hand, and with all her strength, she slammed it hard into

didn't change as he dropped

with one or two ordinary men, but Abel's skills were so terrifying

his hand, he lowered his eyes to look at his hand, as if to check, whether his hand had been soiled by

waste my strength, but wait meekly