unscrupulous angel

Regarding the definition of a lover, Angela is not clear.

However, she knew that she had a crush on the gangster.

That's right, it's a good impression, she can be sure.

If she didn't have a good impression of him, why would she stay by his side all the time.

Just because he is the heir of the evil emperor?I'm afraid it's not that simple.

However, she has a crush on him, but they are not lovers.

Angela really didn't know how to answer the big hooligan's question.

"What's your name?" The gangster looked at Angela and asked again.

"Angela." Angela replied immediately.After speaking, he looked at the big hooligan expectantly.

She hoped that her name could evoke the memory of the big gangster.

She hoped that she would occupy an important position in his heart.

She is one of the five evil demons of the Evil Emperor Palace, and a powerful pseudo-god-level cultivator.

However, she is also a woman...

"Angela?" The gangster blinked, still looking confused, "Sorry, I don't have any memory."

Angela couldn't help feeling sad after hearing what the big hooligan said.

"Then do you remember Yelena? You always call her Ye Zi. And Christina, Vanessa, Scarlett, Sophie, Heine, Evelyn?" Angela exhaled slowly, He spoke again.

Hearing Angela's words, the big hooligan couldn't help showing a thoughtful look.

These names gave him a familiar feeling.

But when I think about it carefully, I can't think of anything.

This feeling is bad, very bad!

The big hooligan couldn't help but grabbed his hair with both hands and tried hard to think, but he couldn't think of anything, but it made his head ache.

What kind of pain it was, the big hooligan himself couldn't describe it.

But if he could choose, he would never want to suffer such pain again in his life.

"Kakarot, don't rush, take your time, we still have time, you don't have to force yourself like this." Angela became anxious when she saw the big hooligan's face showing pain, and said hastily.

The big hooligan seemed to have not heard Angela's words, and he was still running his brain at high speed.

But even so, he still couldn't remember anything.

After a while, the big hooligan sighed, gave up and continued to think, looked at Angela, and said, "I really can't remember anything."