Why? Is this plague god amnesia now? Obviously, he himself said that he had cleared up the things that didn't belong here, and the things that didn't belong here obviously included her, didn't he?

"I'm sorry."

Anya couldn't understand why Michael didn't defend himself, but just apologized. Why apologize to such people? She looked at Aiden, the man just didn't say a word, Michael lowered his head, her pretty face bloodless. Looking back at the plague god, he slowly reloaded the pistol she knew all too well.

"Wait! You're going to kill her?" Anya shouted in panic, only to realize that her voice was very hoarse, like a roar coming from the depths of hell. Seeing that the adult had no intention of stopping, he simply crawled in front of Michael and covered her with his physical body.

"If you don't get out of the way, I'll do it with you." She shuddered at the sound of the gun closing the safe.

"Obviously you said you were going to dispose of me, and your loyal subordinate did what she was instructed to do, and you actually wanted to kill her, so who would dare to do things for you in the future? No wonder there isn't half a man in your castle, you're sick at all!" No matter how scary Anya's voice is, it is appropriate to match it with terrifying words.

"Shirley!" Michael and Aiden spoke in unison, and at the same time looked at the provoked adult.

"I'm sick, you know that you know, don't you?" The adult was not angered by her, but showed an ethereal smile.

You're sick at all!

Such a clear truth, he loved it! So he laughed.

"What are you laughing at?" She's scolding him, this plague god is smiling so badly that she really doesn't know how to scold him.

"I'm sick, you know that you know, don't you?" The adult was kind enough to repeat it for her, and the muzzle of the gun that had been prepared in the meantime was already aimed at Anya's head.

"Don't kill her!" Anya shouted, but she seemed to forget that the bullet would go through her head before it could hurt Michael.

"Get out of the way!"

"Shirley, don't anger your lord." Michael pushed her away, seeing that Shirley's bloodstained body was caused by her own misunderstanding, she was willing to let the adults end herself.

"He's not angry, he's still enjoying it, can't you see it? You're serving a psychopath!" Anya crawled back in front of Michael again, and the strong fishy smell hit again, and Anya looked at the liquid that splashed on the ground from her mouth...... Sure enough, it was blood.

"Aiden." The adult shouted coldly.

"Let's go!" Aiden was ordered to step forward and bend down to pick up Anya, but she couldn't move because of her struggle. "Don't make a fuss."

"Am I the one who is making trouble?" Anya glared at the adult viciously, glaring at the barrel of his gun. "Yes, let's reason, according to the logic of this neurosis. Let go of my hand and give me a gun!"

Aiden looked at the adult, only to see the adult swing the barrel of the gun slightly, Aiden went around to Anya to untie her, and then handed the mini pistol he used for self-defense to Anya.

Then, retreat to a position parallel to Michael and watch the confrontation between the adults and Shirley.

"Are you still not satisfied with the shot you took from me yesterday? Let me learn to teach people not to be painful, what about yourself? Michael once told me that if you want to get anything from you, you must first examine whether you have a relatively valuable exchange of information; I have lost my job and my place of residence, and I am not enough to exchange Michael's life with you?" Anya mimicked the posture of an adult raising a gun, and at that moment, he felt that he saw his own reflection.

"It seems that Michael educated you for me." The adult smiled indifferently, and the pistol spun between his slender fingers and retracted from its place. His cool hand pulled her pistol against his chest. "Yesterday's wound was 5 centimeters worse than it could have shot me through, what do you say?"

Another 5 centimeters can shoot me through, you say?

Say? What to say?

"You're not going to be ......" want me to finish the remaining 5 centimeters, right? She really couldn't communicate with him.

"You're soft-hearted." The adults approached her, and the sickly and beautiful heterochromatic eyes seduced Anya's mind at close range, and fell into the trap of his flesh and blood. "I'm right here, you can save her by killing me, and you can get everything you want back."

"Can't you be reasonable?"

"You said, 'Reason according to the logic of this neurosis,' there is no logic to neuroses." Adults smile on their souls. But under this close gaze, Anya saw that there was no emotion in his eyes, and that he was just an unintentional devil playing with human life all along......

How could she be stupid enough to reason with him?

"You psychopath!"

"When you come into my world, you have to have the courage to endure what you see." The adult wiped the blood from her lips with his thumb and took it into his mouth. "I never persecuted you, all the choices are yours."

Never persecuted her?

Yes, she didn't care at all about anything other than making clothes, but she was intrigued by this group of people; She could have told her cousin where the others were, and she wouldn't have provoked Aiden, Michael, and the others, or even let the plague god come in person in the end!

It was because of his arrival that the bar was seized and her residence was also sealed!

She could have asked the Slavi for help, but instead she chose to go deeper into the organization to seek justice.

Seeing a provocative note from him, her brain really opened a hole in the plague god...... Do you say that the plague god persecuted her? He gave her a choice every step of the way. Said he didn't persecute her? And why did she uncharacteristically choose the extreme path?

If she could maintain her usual business, she wouldn't be where she is today.

"Those who come do not refuse, so I accept your coming; If you don't chase after you, you can leave now, I won't stop you." Feeling Anya's inner wavering, the adults took advantage of the victory to pursue.

"If you don't let Michael go, I won't leave!" Idiot, what nonsense are you talking about! This plague god is going to let you go, why do you care about Michael's life or death? Does she look 10 million times better than you who vomited blood?

"You're going to give up the chance to open the gates of Hades?"

See! Here it is again, and it is the so-called persecutive choice method of this plague god, which allows her to embark on the road of death while still looking at the broad road next door and sighing.

"You came to me because of my cousin's relationship, and I don't know where he provoked you; If you think I can make amends for his faults, then spare Michael."

a birthday gift for the Queen, the diamond whiskey that can't be returned; The Duke of Douro's ancestral diamond had been recovered, the lavish bottle could be recreated, and the whisky in the bottle was lost, and he decided to let Shirley make up for Gray's mistake.

After going around in circles, he finally achieved his goal!

"Now that there is one month left before the Queen's birthday, I will keep Michael's life for 30 days. You have to call up the tomorrow that works for me during this period, or she will melt in front of you, layer by layer."

Adults compromised?

The adults actually compromised!

Aiden and Michael looked at each other incredulously, their eyes full of horror. Aiden couldn't help but think of what he had said in the bar: If she is allowed to ...... The future must be dangerous.

Now she has the ability to influence the decisions of adults, that is...... Their lives are no longer pinched in the hands of adults, and the greater right to kill is in Shirley's thoughts?

What kind of heart do you have?

"Just make a drink that will make you drunk in 7 minutes, right?" Anya bit her lower lip, remembering the time when the plague god had arrived, and that the glass of wine had not killed him, and she blamed it on the heterochromic pupils he had hidden at that time. didn't see his heart, naturally he couldn't mix the wine in place, and even mastered some of his information after getting along with him a few times, it was definitely not difficult for her to get drunk.

"If you think that's enough, that's fine, I just have to look forward to the time when I forget everything in the world." The adult caressed her cheeks, cold fingertips brushing her equally cold skin, and they couldn't feel each other's body temperature. "Michael, take care of everything about Shirley before I melt you!"

"Yes." Shirley saved her life for 30 days, and if she could have a lifetime, she would do her best to repay her.

The adults take Shirley

The almost decorative pistol pulled the trigger at lightning speed, the bullet slicing through Michael's earlobe, blood falling in the wind with a broken strand of her long blonde hair.

"Didn't you promise me not to kill Michael? Why do you want to shoot?" Anya gasped, and at the moment when she thought she could calm down, a terrible gunshot erupted, causing her to immediately grab the adult by the collar and question.

"Did I kill her?"

"This ......," Anya glanced back at Michael, kneeling behind her in the same position, and if it weren't for the blood in her ears, she almost thought that time hadn't gone forward.

Damn, I can't be careless with this plague god!

In the vast world beyond the fortress, her only sin is to be caught. In a fortress world where no one else but him, she will know that her only sin is stupidity.

Anyone who fights monsters should make sure they don't turn themselves into a monster in the process. And when you stare into the abyss long enough, the abyss will look back at you, Nee.

Houses of Lords, Houses of Parliament, London

Pro-government MPs sit on the red bench on the right, opposition members sit on the left, and neutral MPs sit opposite the wool bags. After the President of the House of Lords was seated, the resplendent token was placed behind the wool bag.

A group of aristocrats and clergy members in crisp suits and suits sat down according to their classification, looking at the glittering walls of the House of Lords, the blue carpet lining the benches even more blood-red, and a group of bared parliamentarians spent minutes debating various bills.

Duke Douro had a light blonde hair combed into a fashionable Pompido shape, his face like ice and snow was frozen without emotion, and the single lens in his left eye was his symbolic symbol; His God's masterpiece makes people prefer to believe that it is a shape rather than a severe myopia that does not match a man.