Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

Gotta run!

You must run! Otherwise you will die!

At this critical moment of life and death, the instinct for survival inspired Aphrodite to move her numb legs.

But she no longer had the strength.

No matter how hard he struggled, no matter how hard he tried, he could not avoid the attack from two outstretched arms.

The strong arm rubbed the left side of the waist and abdomen fiercely. Even if it was just a little bit, the internal organs of the body seemed to be thoroughly ground and crushed.

The body flew two meters in the air, and Afro half-prone on the ground where the stars were twinkling. A stream of hot, fishy and sweet heat surged up from his throat.

It seems... there is no way to escape anymore.

Will my life end here?

For a moment her consciousness was a little hazy. She thought of the starry sky that she had looked up at countless times in her childhood, and the grand fireworks that someone had lit for her on a winter night yesterday.

I thought of... Her Highness Grace.

Has she escaped now?

If Grace is safe and sound, I hope she can be forgiven by the goddess...

With his cheek pressed against the cold ground, Afro felt like a fish on a chopping board, lying on his side, and his whole body began to shiver.

She saw the puppet that possessed the core of the illusion raise the knife without any emotion.

Afro couldn't help but slowly lowered his eyes.

If there is any regret in life, it is that I feel a little sorry for my family...

I thought they had said they wanted to become the most powerful saint, and I had promised them that we would spend the New Year together...

Obviously... the secret of Her Royal Highness the Princess has not yet been discovered.

Swish!

A figure suddenly appeared in the air.

It was a figure that was brighter and more dazzling than the Pole Star, falling towards the ground where the galaxy splashed at an extremely decisive speed.

Aphrodite's dilated pupils expanded in disbelief.

That was - Grace, jumping down from the sky!

The crimson holy flame burning wildly in Her Royal Highness's hand and the glass fragments shining like diamonds penetrated directly into the barely noticeable blue gem.

Baji, and her fragile human body and the hard doll collided like orange juice.

The puppet's glass eyes suddenly lost their luster, and the raised steel knife stopped in mid-air as if it had lost its power.

For a moment, blood splattered like raindrops, and an imperceptible drop of blood splashed directly on Afulo's forehead.

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py, orange

The vampire princess Tiali is a famous beauty among the vampires. She is beautiful and cold in appearance, and is the white moonlight in the hearts of countless people.

Although he was a blank slate who had not awakened his royal authority until he was eighteen years old.

However, she is still the sole heir.

The future queen, Tiari, opened her red lips and said:

"Blood race, what kind of rubbish race is this?

Even the demons don't recognize us in the entire continent. Do you know why? They think we are shameful! With our limited military strength, my father still wants to conquer the world and declare war on the Saint?

Can he play?

The demons and humans were at war, why was he joining in the fun?

Now, the human race’s holy army is approaching, and the demons only want to use us as cannon fodder to consume their resources.

Tell me, what can a princess like me do?

Anyway, I can’t continue to be the vampire princess for another day!

"Those with ambition, support me as king! Overthrow the Blood King's tyranny!"

Tiali, who was full of charm, received countless responses from the audience and was followed by the whole city.

Tiali nodded with satisfaction, this was worthy of her long-term planning.

Wait, nine-tailed fox, demon princess, and that human saint, stop looking at me with love in your eyes!

68. Victoria's Possessiveness

Grace felt as if her body had fallen into the quietest universe. All she could see was endless darkness. No one could respond to her. She had lost all five senses, and all that was left was nothingness.

Countless flashing memories roll like black and white films, and in my light consciousness I vaguely see the kaleidoscope of life.

She saw herself sitting at the gambling table, opposite to her was a gangster boss with his suit collar unbuttoned and a stern expression on his face.

"Look at what a stupid thing you did! You bet your entire fortune on that piece of rotten land, which is worse than scrap metal. The development village is in Xiushui. What are you going to use to pay back the 35 million?"

He knocked on the gambling table in anger, causing the chips on the table to shake three times.

"Or should we invite your father's ghost to come out?"

The woman's slender fingers picked up the silver bullet and loaded it with a few clicks.

The cylinder made a few loud noises and turned several times.

In the picture, Grace raised her revolver and fearlessly placed her forehead against the dark muzzle.

"The revolver has six chambers. If you randomly load four bullets into it, the chance of survival is one in three."

Smoke rings were puffing unscrupulously in the dim room, and sharp eyes were directed straight at him, "Are you threatening me?"

"Mr. Nishimoto, I want to tell you! I'm willing to gamble my life now!"

The self in the painting smiled and said, "You have to believe that the desperado can drag everyone down with him..."

Then, bang! It was the sound of a blank bullet being fired. As expected, she had made the right bet again.

……

She saw herself living in that villa that was like a golden birdcage, like a bird with broken wings.

And the woman who dotes on him has a voice as gentle as spring water. She is a perfect lover both in appearance and temperament.

On the first day, she took me to take a bath and used her beautiful, slender and unimaginably slender fingers to make a bowl of clear noodle soup for me who was starving on the rainy night.

The next day, she placed a cup of warm milk by the bed and left a note:

Lost kid, remember to eat well in the morning. I took the kitten to the veterinary hospital for a checkup. The door code is 659213. If you have nowhere to go next time, you can come here and eat whatever is in the refrigerator.

On the third day, she invited herself to play four-hand piano in the moonlight.

On the fourth day, after she finished work, she brought a bouquet of beautiful roses.

On the fifth day, she turned down social engagements and chatted with herself about the moon and the vast universe in the starry night.

On the tenth day, she talked to herself about her gray past and her hopeful future.

……

On the fifteenth day, she said that for the first time, she hugged herself beyond the limit and whispered in her ear that she loved her very much.

On the thirtieth day, on another rainy night, she bestowed her favor like a god high above.

She always said that she was very beautiful, like a black cat with soft and gorgeous fur. She liked it very much. It always felt soft to the touch and she couldn't let it go.

There is more to it than love—a deeper exploration.

At that time, I was still too young and didn’t understand that behind those loving eyes were endless calculations.

She liked to hold her hands tightly clenched in the quilt, press them into the sheets that sank deeply, and then whisper in her ear in the most gentle and sexy voice in the world:

“Grace’s face is so red right now, and her soft body is still shaking. Even if she still has a cold expression on her face, she will still look very cute.”

"But if Grace shows a little cute expression and voice, it will be even cuter, so show me a little more, I like it very much."

She likes to kiss my collarbone and earlobes, and likes to hold me in her arms while I sleep every night, stroking every inch of my skin like she's stroking a cat's fur.

"Grace unexpectedly likes hugging. So, should we sleep together like this every night?"

She liked to kiss the moist lips and white collarbones, and use her index finger to frivolously wander along the trembling spine, and then forcefully ask over and over again,

"Grace, can you please stop seeking revenge? We can live a carefree life together."

"I'll say it again, if you think about anything else at this moment, I will punish you~"

To be honest, I have never been in love.

It just happened that she gave a tiny bit of light at that moment.

This ray of light became my whole world.

She likes many things, money and power, canaries and kittens, and intimate contact filled with a sweet atmosphere, but the only thing she has never truly liked is herself.

The love that overflows from the eyes can be deceiving.

……

Grace spent the second half of her life trapped in an endless game of gambling. Every step she took was like rolling the dice. If she was not careful, she would fall into the hell of Blade Tree and Sword Mountain.

But no one has ever said to himself like Afro did - "You are important! I won't let you gamble."

So what is hidden in her star-like eyes?

"Grace! Grace!"

It was like being pulled from the silence of death into the world of the living, and a familiar call came to my ears.

It was a different voice from Afro's firm and sacred voice, but a low and soft voice with anxiety.

Then, my whole body felt like it had been hit countless times with a hammer, and a dull pain began to return to my body.

Grace opened her eyes with great effort, and what she saw was a gorgeous chandelier on the ceiling emitting brilliant golden light.

here it is……?

Before Grace's groggy brain could react, she saw a face that couldn't be more familiar.

The immobile hands were clenched tightly by the warm skin as if afraid of losing it.

"Grace, are you feeling better?"

The blonde woman leaned over, and a scent of alcohol mixed with a cold perfume hit her face.

Grace frowned subconsciously in a trance.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Another concerned question, and only then did Grace see the appearance of the person in front of her clearly.

His bright and handsome facial features were twisted in worry, and his red eyes, whose emotions could not be seen, now focused all their attention anxiously on him.

Her golden hair, as dazzling as the sun, hung down over her winter skirt embroidered with flowers.

For the first time, one button of her collar was unfastened, revealing part of her fair skin.

It's Victoria.

Perhaps the woman in the dream was too similar to her, Grace's pupils suddenly shrank, and the unfathomable emotion prompted her to retract her hands and feet.

There was a soft bed behind her, and Grace had nowhere to retreat. The pain of her body breaking apart came immediately, and her physical condition was so uncomfortable that she couldn't help but let out an unbearable low moan.

"Um……"

Finally, at this moment, Grace's scattered highlights were reunited, and her mind gradually became clear.

By the way, was I just in a dream?

I command you not to retreat - thinking of the girl's final resolute voice, Grace's eyes widened and her breathing stagnated.

She couldn't suppress the worry in her heart at all, and excitedly grabbed Victoria's sleeve and asked:

"Where's Afro? Imperial sister?"

Victoria's originally concerned expression suddenly froze, and her face looked pale and uncomfortable as if there was a fishbone stuck in her throat.