Elliot smiled calmly, and took a step back: "You have two personalities?"
Anya raised her eyebrows, and the flames on her fingertips burned abnormally purple. Elliot barely dodged the opponent's attack once. His basic fighting skills were taught by Cole. Anya's fingers were placed on his shoulders, and the strong stimulation made half of his body lose consciousness.
"Do you want to recover?" Seeing that the other party had no intention of stopping, Elliot spoke faster: "You have been in the confessional in the Vatican for many years. If I am not mistaken, your mother is a clergyman of the Vatican, and she hopes you are a girl."
"That's right," Anya spat. "How do you want to die?"
"I can help you," Elliot shook his head: "You don't want the second personality, I will help you get rid of him, in exchange, can you remove the blood mark contract on my body?"
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