Alison wasn't much better, sweating profusely, biting her lips, and not even having the strength to speak.
"Alison, look who's in my hands." Two great swordsmen held Adrian and showed him to Alison. Field sneered disdainfully: "Madam, you don't want your lord to be killed, do you?"
"You!" Alison's eyes widened with anger, and her pretty face was stained with a sickly blush. She was obviously very angry.
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