"Father." Angel looked away from the book.

"Margaret, you should call me Father." King Charles said.

"Oh, Father." Angel replied submissively.

"Alas!" King Charles sighed. After the father and daughter exchanged pleasantries for a while and said a lot of unnutritious words, Charles suddenly asked his daughter, "My daughter, what do you think of Edward?"

"Him?" Angel tilted her head and thought for a while, she remembered that Edward was pushed against the wall by herself and knocked unconscious, and immediately blurted out: "He's weak!"

"Margaret!" King Charles scolded dissatisfiedly, "As Your Royal Highness the Princess, you can't speak as casually as those flat-headed people on the street. And you're too direct when you say that, be tactful next time you mention someone else's shortcomings. ”

"Oh." Angel bowed her head and said, like a little girl who had done something wrong.

"Alas, you should say, 'Yes, Father.' That's right. King Charles said in a tone of hatred that iron is not steel.

"Yes, Father." Angel's head lowered even deeper.

"Forget it, let's learn slowly, there's still time." King Charles comforted his daughter and walked out with his hands behind his back, he was about to attend an important meeting, and a waiter handed him a golden scepter at the door, a symbol of royal power.

But when the door was closed, Angel was the only one left in the ward, with two pots of small flowers on the windowsill

"What time is left?" Angel muttered to herself in a daze, and no one came to answer her doubts.

Hastings has been the capital of several empires, and many of the majestic ancient buildings have survived.

One of the three royal families, the Wessex family, occupies one of the most ornate ancient buildings, a palace complex, abandoned by the previous dynasty. After Julius Caesar conquered the country, the ancestors of the Wessex family chose this palace. Everyone who is qualified to be a guest of the Wessex family can say unceremoniously that the palace where the Wessex family lives is even more magnificent than the imperial palace of the empire today!

The blue-eyed Edward stood on a balcony that could be used as a work of art, the fire in the coal stove was more blazing and warmer than the sunlight outside, imprinting Edward's slender silhouette on the openwork carved railing, making Edward's wine sparkle brightly.

The opulent architecture and Edward's unique temperament make him look like a prince, but his future achievements may be much more than a prince, he is the first heir to the Wessex family, and when it is the turn of the Wessex family, the throne belongs to him.

"Young Master." A loyal old butler approached Edward's side and said cautiously, "The old slave is a little confused about the young master's decision during the day, and that Margaret is said to have been left behind by the king's young and merry ...... It can be said to be a wild seed, how can her impure bloodline match you, young master? ”

Edward turned, his slender five fingers playing with the glass, the red liquor swaying in the glass. He looked at the old butler for a long time with those indigo blue eyes before he said, "Uncle Fu, this is not what you meant, right?"

"Ah, the young master still sees it......" The old butler smiled and said with a smile: "Madame is a little worried, so I called the old slave to ask."

"What do you think about this marriage?" Edward put aside Uncle Fu's words and asked.

"I support the young master's decision, but ...... The old slave didn't understand either. The old butler told the truth.

Edward picked up his glass and drank it all, his eyes flashing with a frenzied red glow.

He said: "You don't understand, my father's life, the nobility of the bloodline is brought about by the noble status of our ancestors, and our ancestors were not so noble in the first half of their lives, how did they become so noble? It's power! It was the power that allowed them to climb to the throne. Edward recalled that he had been knocked flying, and with a dull pain in his spine, he continued, "So...... Strength is what matters at all times, especially in these turbulent times......"

Every time after the mission, Chu Dajiang would return with a bad aura, and he could even bring a gust of fishy wind when he walked. Wu Qi helplessly watched Chu Dajiang walk onto the plane, and heard him ask that question ninetieth: "How is Anqi?" Can I go see her? ”

And Uggy's answer is the same every time: "I don't know, they say that she needs to be quiet and cultivated, and outsiders are not allowed to disturb her." After a pause, Ugi said worriedly, "I have a brother who inquired about me and went to the cell not long after he entered St. Mary's Hospital."

"I'm going to see for myself." Chu Dajiang said, he inadvertently pinched the steel lunch box in his hand into a scrap iron ball.

"Be careful, don't be too impulsive." Ulchi didn't know what was going on over there, but he definitely didn't feel like it was a good thing.

Chu Dajiang returned to Lenna's small villa, took a deep breath, restrained all the anger on his body, tidied up his clothes, and prepared to open the door.

The door opened by itself, and Chu Xiaoying jumped out and threw himself into Chu Dajiang's arms. She buried her little face in Chu Dajiang's chest and asked angrily, "When will my sister come back?"

"Sister is sick...... Chu Dajiang coaxed distressedly, he found that his chest was a little cold, it was Chu Xiaoying's tears.

"Shall we go and see my sister?" The tearful Chu Xiaoying was afraid that Chu Dajiang would not agree, so he added: "Just take a look!" Definitely won't bother my sister. ”

Looking at the pitiful Chu Xiaoying in his arms, how could he say no? "Okay, bring Xiao Er, we'll go to visit tomorrow."

The next afternoon, the afterglow of the remnant sun barely shone through the lead clouds and illuminated the ancient city of Hastings.

There are two figures, one large and one small, walking on the street, and the unique prosperity of the capital has not completely faded even under the zombie crisis.

The old buildings full of historical vicissitudes, the leisure streets that are full of lights and wine and wine are not closed even in a crisis, Chu Dajiang turned a blind eye, although he brought children, but he didn't come to play.

The white St. Mary's Hospital is nestled in the midst of greenery, quiet like an uninhabited church, but the army surrounding the entire St. Mary's Hospital has severely destroyed this peaceful atmosphere.

"Brother, there are so many people here? Are they also here to visit the sick? Chu Xiaoying stood in the grass and asked in a whisper. The grass was thick, taller than her, and she didn't have to squat down.

"They're the bad guys who get in the way of our visits, and you'll beat them up when we meet them." Chu Dajiang lay in the grass, put down the binoculars and said, he didn't know how to answer Chu Xiaoying's question, why were there so many people at the entrance of the hospital? Did these guys know they were coming tonight? Chu Dajiang clenched his fists, it would not be a problem to go in, the problem was that there was such a big formation outside the hospital, who knew what would be waiting inside.

"Brother, why don't we go in and have a look?" Chu Xiaoying urged.

"Get in, of course." Chu Dajiang's eyes became firm again, and he took Chu Xiaoying's little hand. A breeze blew and with a whist, the figures of the two disappeared from the spot.

Soldiers outside St. Mary's Hospital were still on patrol without incident.

In the hospital, Angel and King Charles, father and daughter, are arguing.

"Why can't I go out and breathe? It's just so stuffy here. Angel asked, stamping her little feet, the whole building trembling.

"The doctor said that the sequelae of amnesia are not completely healed, and what you need most now is rest." King Charles said duplicitously, and his old face was not red at all. He didn't want his daughter who had come back to escape again, with his daughter's temper, she wouldn't come back after she went out. The most important thing is that he didn't want Angel to go back to her old appearance, so he sent the army to guard it below twenty-four hours a day.

"Father, you have gone too far, this is a prison!" The more Angel spoke, the more angry she became.

The sudden appearance of the two interrupted the quarrel between the father and daughter. When Chu Xiaoying saw An Qi here, she didn't care who the uncle next to her was, and directly pulled Chu Dajiang to teleport over, and when Chu Dajiang found out that there was a fourth person in front of him, their whereabouts had been exposed.

"Who are you? How did you get here? "Although King Charles can't do anything with his daughter, it definitely doesn't mean that he is a good-natured king.

"What the hell do you care?" Chu Dajiang's mouth was too fast, and he said this sentence before he saw the crown on Charles's head.

This uncle is still childlike, and he still plays cosplay at a young age, and he looks quite presentable. The impact of the facts on him was too great, and Chu Dajiang subconsciously entered self-hypnosis.

"Ah, why are you again!" An Qi pointed at Chu Dajiang in surprise, then smiled like a flower, and said, "It turns out that you are not dead."

"You know them?" King Charles asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I don't know." Angel shook her head, "But that man was accidentally knocked unconscious by me last time." ”

"It's good if you don't know." King Charles pointed the heavy scepter in his hand at Chu Dajiang, who thought that bullets would erupt from inside, and hurriedly jumped to the side.

Who knew that a chain of lightning shot out from it, and all of them fell on Chu Dajiang's body without exception. With just one blow, Chu Dajiang lost the power to resist.

This doesn't make sense! How can a king be so powerful? Shouldn't all the kings of the world be pot-bellied and almost ineffective? Even the king in chess is only a little stronger than the minions, am I not even as good as the weakest minions? Chu Dajiang had serious doubts about his abilities.

The mental blow is always faster than the physical one, and what makes him even more heartbroken is that he is about to be electrocuted into a roast suckling pig by others, and Angel still has a stranger's expression on his face.

Chu Xiaoying saw that Chu Dajiang was injured, and moved to Chu Dajiang's side with a swish, tears rolling in his little eyes.

"Oh, it's a strange person, it seems that you can't treat it like an ordinary little girl." King Charles was taken aback by the speed shown by Chu Xiaoying. With the experience of the old king, even the assassins who usually assassinated themselves rarely reached Chu Xiaoying's speed.

Chu Xiaoying gave King Charles a sense of crisis, and he subconsciously moved the scepter to Chu Xiaoying. I1387