Previous chapter:
Chapter 165 Contrasting Colors
Next chapter:
Chapter 167 Could you... Stop?
PREVIEW
... ling a headache coming on.
"But that still doesn't explain what the hell is going on here!" Vergil exploded, frustration overflowing in his voice. He was at the edge of his patience, the pieces of the puzzle starting to fit, but the confusion only grew.
"Oh, sorry, it's still your fault anyway," Felicia replied with a sarcastic smile, looking at Vergil as if it were obvious.
"MY FAULT?! YOU ALMOST DESTROYED LOS ANGELES!" Vergil shouted, his voice echoing through the room, ...
YOU MAY ALSO LIKE