When she woke up from her sleep, she only felt that she had vaguely forgotten something, as if she opened her eyes, and in an instant something seemed to be quicksand slipping and disappearing from between her fingers, something very important... It's so important that the heart is missing a big hole, and it's empty and cold.

But she couldn't remember what it was, she was so aggrieved that she wanted to cry.

"You're awake, Your Highness."

She turned her head, and through the layers of draped veils, the faint shadow of the waitress was reflected on it, for some reason, she didn't want to pay attention to it, the waiters were very respectful, but she hated them.

I hate this palace in the middle of the mountain, I hate the darkness, I hate... There is no sunlight.

Although she is not qualified to hate, here is her... And the habitat of the people, where she had nowhere else to go, and those who raised her had always said so, and she was told that when she awakened, her people would be restored to their supreme glory.

After she became the queen, she led her people to reclaim her rightful Qiē, her clan, the ghost clan, as the ruler of the world.

Memories told her that the reason she had was to become a queen -- but for some reason, she always felt ... The memories of zài in my mind are strange.

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After freshening up, she refused the attendants' service and sat alone in a corner of the palace.

She hated it, for no reason.

Memories told her that this was the place where she was born and raised, but her body instinctively rejected this identification.

The intricate and gorgeous woven gold carpet, the grease lamps are clearly extinguished, the jewels, the gold and jade stubborn objects, the carved railings, and the qiē of the qiē, even if the memory of the mind tells me that this is the [residence], subconsciously I have been denying it.

The incense burner that stood in the corner of the dark hall spewed wisps of green smoke, and the rich spices covered a few strange smells, she wrinkled her nose, carefully glanced at the dark shadow hidden in the corner, and slowly lowered her eyelashes.

She hates the seeming respectful but sneaky peeping of the waitresses, and she hates it even more... The black-haired man, he was very nice to her, obedient and spoiled in every way, but his eyes made her shudder.

Like she's looking at someone else, more like... A beast looks at its prey that has fallen into a trap, fierce and cruel, and full of calculation.

She's nasty, it's nasty... It's weird.

Obviously, she and that man... About to get married, she awakens to the celebration of succession to the queen, the man said that the grand ceremony will also be a wedding feast, for some reason, there is something invisible in her mind that forces her to express joy, and deep down in her subconscious is... Resist.

It shouldn't be like this, she knew something must be wrong, but she couldn't find the crux of the problem.

To this day, she doesn't know what to believe, whether to trust memory or instinct. There is no answer.

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After sitting for a long time, she woke up, she got up, walked more than ten meters, and before she approached the palace gate, the direction of progress was stopped by the maids, who knelt on the ground and said in unison, "Your Highness, you don't need to go out today, the patriarch is already on the way back." ”

After a pause at her feet, she lowered her eyes to look at the people who were kowtowing to the ground, snorted coldly for a while, and turned back.

After a while, they got up, and someone cautiously leaned nearby, "Please put on your makeup, Your Highness, tonight is a celebration." ”

Surrounded by them by the dresser, a few hands carefully manipulating her hair, she looked at the people in the mirror, her heart was a little trance, her shoulder-hanging blonde hair was coiled into a bun, gold silk jewels were entwined, a gorgeous crown, a glamorous gem in the center... The deep emerald green color refracts the bright light as the lights turn and will take in the beauty of the soul.

"Cleopatra?" She heard her own voice.

"Yes~ The jewel in the crown is the most famous emerald in the world." The maid who combed her hair replied softly, with a shallow envy in her soft voice, "The patriarch loves His Highness very much~"

She saw herself in the mirror with her lips hooked slightly, smiling shyly, as if she was really a bride, charming and satisfied, with love... Consciousness was cut in half, and the other sane self was hidden in the depths of the smile, and the eyes were cold and sharp.

Cleopatra...? She naturally remembered the origin of this gem, but in her mental memory, there was no channel that could know that it existed.

Her memory... Sure enough, something went wrong.

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"Your Highness, the patriarch's ship has docked~" The maid who was close to her replied to the report from outside the palace, and looked at her carefully, "The patriarch invites His Highness to go, there are guests." ”

"Okay, let's go~" She held the waitress's hand and got up, the corners of the woman's mouth in the mirror were lightly pulled, her face was flushed, and her face was radiant, but unfortunately she only felt cold.

Narrow and impermeable long passages, labyrinthine and tedious forks in the road, the waitresses are familiar with the road, she is surrounded by the crowd, the grease lamps hanging on both sides of the stone walls, and the dim light reflects the dark shadows that are about to move beneath her feet.

Gradually, she seemed to hear... Illusion-like sounds.

The undercurrents rushing in the belly of the mountains, the ancient and desolate rocks, the tide surging from nowhere, the wind blowing through the forest treetops, and the deep earth under your feet hides the sleeping ...

Stunned, she came back to her senses and closed her eyes quietly.

Again, this [heard] hallucination.

She didn't reveal it to anyone around her, let alone the brunette man.

One day, there was a strange energy hidden in the depths of her body, which crouched in the marrow of her veins, piling up and condensing as she doubted again and again.

It was this energy that led her to deepen her sense of uncertainty a little bit, and everyone around her treated her with great respect, but she [heard] the signals from everyone who came close, greed, hunger, peeping, killing...

If it weren't for the spices that burned day and night in the temple corners, a great deal of dù paralyzed her senses... But even so, she [heard] the real voice of the dark-haired man.

Rage, urgency, hunger, madness, resentment... Deceit...

Who exactly deceived whom? She didn't know, she only knew that instinct sued her that there was something wrong with her memory.

Therefore, she subconsciously chose anti-deception.

Who has ever told her that if there is desire/desire, there will be weakness, and with weakness, even if it is a 'god', at this moment will degenerate into a 'man', and 'man' can be overcome, as long as the time comes.

Who told her this, the memory was like a frosted glass barrier, and the name was obscured by a fog every time it came out, and after discovering it, she hated the black-haired man even more.

The order was forced in her head, and the memory told her, she loved that man deeply, the patriarch of this clan, and the memory told her, she took that man as heaven, was crazy for him, and did not hesitate to do anything for him.

Is... Disgusting.

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The palace is located deep in the belly of the mountain, and the only connection to the outside world is the harbor, which flows into the estuary, a hidden cave that is exposed when the tide falls, and the entrance is open to medium-sized ships.

When she and the maids arrived, the ship had already sailed into the river and would soon be docking.

The women on her side knelt down when the Vermilion House boat appeared, bowed her head, and lowered her posture to the dust, she stood still and did not speak, in the corner of her eyes, in the darkness of the cliff wall on the opposite bank, there were a few faint shadows, and she also did not kneel, quietly staring at the ship docking.

With a flicker of her gaze, she sneered silently while others couldn't notice it.

Half ridicule, half hatred.

The black-haired man went out, and the maid told her that the patriarch was looking for a gift for her, but unfortunately she knew that it wasn't, because... She [heard] the only few important people in the palace radiating signals that were too strong to ignore.

Hungry and greedy signals - they are waiting for food.

The 'stored food' of the dungeon in the heart of the mountain has been exhausted, and the real purpose of the man's voyage is to buy slaves to be used as...

The few seemingly ordinary, sick, and unimportant people on the cliff wall on the other side are the real central characters of this palace, similar to the black-haired man, as for the others...

She glanced at the waitresses at her side, and quickly put away her compassion again.

Their unanimous movements and 'voices' all say that they live wholeheartedly for that man, without betraying or rebelling, even if their existence is food and tools.

Just like everyone who has returned with the ship now, the black-haired man brought back... It's all food.

She [heard] the sound of eating.

Biting, chewing, devouring... Fat and moist flesh, nourish sound sucking/sucking bone marrow...

Painful, fearful, hateful, innumerable cries...

‘… Listen, the voice of the world...'

‘… Where no one can hurt you...'

The staccato sound of staccato speech slipped past my ears again, like a hallucination... The unfamiliar sound that sustained her through every fright.

Reassuring, powerful, warm... The sound of protecting her from falling into the abyss comes from... That's obviously... The name has come to the lips but has always been locked behind the fog... Someone who makes her want to cry.

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Not long after, the Vermilion House boat was moored on the shore, several heroic young men jumped into the water, holding the pallet on the shore, behind the light yarn hanging in the cabin of the building, there was a figure slowly walking out.

The smile on her lips turned into sweetness, and she raised her eyes, looking at the soon-to-be-married man with anticipation.

The handsome man with black hair walked towards her, he stretched out his hand, her hand was in his palm, and she smiled at him, like every affectionate man and woman in love.

"Your Highness, there are guests coming to the ceremony." The black-haired man's voice was low and beautiful, and his tone was full of arrogance and disdain, "Your Highness and I will meet the guests together. He took her hand and led her in the direction of the ship.

A group of people on the boat stood there, the sight of the volley...

She was stunned, trembling unconsciously.

Noticing her strangeness, the person beside her lowered his head and asked softly, "What's wrong?" ”

"No—" she replied forcefully and obediently as she looked away from the guests, "nothing, just... Their eyes were very, terrible. ”

Yes, it's scary.

If there is a substantial line of sight, it is as sharp as a blade.

On the deck, the guests who came with the ship, the first two dressed in snow-white cloaks, among them, the burly man in a crimson suit, projected his gaze from the air... It made her shudder.

Compared to the slightly stunned gazes of others, the man in the crimson suit looked at her, as if he was looking... Dead person.

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"These unexpected guests are from Mallingford."

In the silence, the guests walked ashore, and the dark-haired man beside her whispered, "The elites of the Navy Headquarters. ”

"Navy headquarters? Is that... What the? She was a little surprised to hear a new term she had never heard before, and blinked her eyes, but her gaze was firmly fixed on one of the oncoming guests, and unconsciously caused the other party to draw away all her thoughts.

It was a woman, walking behind the man in a crimson suit, almost blocked out by the man.

But somehow, at a glance, she was... Pull out/can't get an eye...

Petite and sick body, beautiful pale face... She stared at the visitor, and the other party also looked at her quietly, her eyes flashing like a flash of lightning in the night sky, instantly bright to the point of surprise.

However, the light was fleeting, and her eyes, which made her heart beat violently, were calm again in an instant.

She was stunned for a moment, but her arm ached suddenly, and when she came back to her senses, she saw a few traces in the eyes of the man beside her... Suspicious and ruthless, but he also quickly hid his different colors, "Are you uncomfortable?" ”

"No-I-" just wanted to hide the past, but the man tightened his fingers, and slowly lowered the ear attached to her, in an extremely intimate gesture, but the tone was extremely cold, "We are about to get married, and this is the last time you will be allowed to disobey me, Luo Xuan." ”

Luo Xuan---She was slightly dizzy in her brain, and there was something invisible that rapidly eroded her consciousness, and her pupils slowly distorted in the reflection of this man's face... Twist... Countless voices poured in and out, and the noise flickered far and near.

She struggled to look away, looking at ...

That person.

The man looked at her, and tears fell in her eyes that she loved so much at the sight... The inky black pupil color is called the transparent water stains, and the deep ink halo is scattered in the water and fades little by little, and a strange green blooms in the depths of the person's eyes.

Cleopatra... The most famous emerald in the world, like the man's eyes, the color of the beautiful jewel... Caged in the early morning mist of the forest, deep and shallow overwhelming green...

She was... This man is...

Before her consciousness was completely swallowed up by the myriad mist, she seemed to hear an angry shout.

The air instantly scorched to an unbearable scorching heat, she opened her eyes suddenly, and a golden red pierced into view, and the man in the crimson suit turned his back to her, raised his hands, and his forearms turned into dripping... Magma?!

Her eyes widened imperceptibly, and then she was wrapped up again by the warmth around her body... Snorting, she finally couldn't help it... Raging crying.

It was that person, the one with black eyes turning green, she was holding her, one hand around her, the other hand holding the blade, the blade pointed straight at... The brunette man, her betrothed.

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She choked up, but this time she cried because... She can't remember, it's obviously a very important person, and now the person who holds her to protect her, so important, why... She can't remember!

The situation on the shore was turned upside down, and the guests who came with the boat drew their knives out of their sheaths and quickly took control of the situation, but her betrothed person looked calm, didn't look around, and stretched out his hand towards her Shi Shiran, "Luo Xuan, come to me." ”

"Shut up! What did you disgusting pervert do to my daughter? The voice of the person who protected her was extremely hateful, and the fingers holding the knife were so hard that the joints turned white, "Brainwashing or changing memories?" ”

"It's awakening." Faced with questioning, she heard the betrothed person reply disapplausively, "The queen will wake up at the festival, and Luo Xuan is about to marry me." ”

"Luo Xuan? You call my daughter Luo Xuan? The hand around her shoulder tightened, and the man who was protecting her spoke again, "I think I know who you are." ”

"Kaohsiung, Northern Xuanwu, Kaohsiung, right?"

The black-haired man looked stunned, as if he had really looked at the person who was protecting her this time, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his breath brought out a fine speculation, "You waste..."

"Married?" She felt her protector hug her tighter, and the anger in her voice was a little thicker, "Are you dreaming when you only had one head left thousands of years ago? ”

"Marry my daughter? Do you have what it takes to make her a woman? Idiot! ”