"Duke Douro, I really didn't do anything! Don't you know that you look at me every day?"

"I know, I trust you 100 percent. If you die in the end, I will go down to Hades before you and light the way ahead for you."

Wait!.V

Such pompous words and feelings...... Did the Duke of Douro have such a rich feeling? Didn't he say he didn't have that kind of thing? Could it be – this is Michael?

"Michael?" Anya whispered in an almost mosquito-like voice, and it was obvious that Duke Douro, who was protecting her everywhere, flashed a second of surprise.

Sure enough, it's her—then, where is the real Black Emperor?

Was it Michael disguised as him from the beginning? What happened in the car just now was also Michael's teasing her?

This man! No! It's this group of people, won't it be too much!

"Proof, if such an exaggerated confession is just a confession, who will believe it! If you have what you can do, you can prove it to me!" Anya was furious, and the joints of her clenched fists were white and trembling.

Duke Douro didn't say anything, but wrapped her whole body into his arms and hugged her tightly. Anya didn't resist, just stood upright, her snort filled with the scent of the forest she loved, thinking: Can Michael even imitate the smell of a human?

"Duke Douro, even if it was an accident, I can't let you go until Miss Germanotta's grievances are clarified, after all, she is the one you brought in......" The queen stood on the red carpet steps of the main seat under heavy protection, looked down at them, and said sadly.

"What?" Anya looked up at the disguised Michael, only to see her looking at the queen solemnly, her lips that had kissed her slightly and did not say a word.

What is it about Michael that makes such an expression? In the end, Duke Douro ...... No, it should be said that it is the Black Emperor, who is he going to deal with? can make him so do-it-all.

"I'm sorry, it was your nightmare when you were a kid...... I promised not to let you go there again; It's ironic that I'm actually sending you in again." The queen looked at Duke Douro apologetically, and the reluctance in her eyes was real. "I'll investigate soon, and if someone wants to frame Anya, I won't spare it."

Where are you going to go with your childhood nightmare?

"Let's take it first!"

The queen turned her head away and said goodbye to Duke Douro's smile, and the brilliant arc was just received by Anya, who was looking up. said it was Michael, but it looked so similar to the Black Emperor...... If it was the Black Emperor, it would be impossible for him to say those words without emotion.

Whose arms is she in now?

Whose lips kissed her in the car?

Where the queen was talking about it, Anya still didn't know why.

Following in the footsteps of the Queen's private secretary, the Praetorian Guards carried her and Michael to move, and Anya couldn't help but be a little glad that the person who was being held was not the real Black Emperor, if it was me, how embarrassed would it be, he would not be able to raise his head in front of the members of the organization for the rest of his life!

"Looks like you're missing Michael."

"Huh?" Anya turned her head to look at the person next to her, speaking fluent Italian?

"How can I make you remember me completely, you say it yourself."

"You're not Michael's disguise?" Anya changed her language as he could, and immediately learned that this person was a real Black Emperor...... He was willing to let people carry him away? This......

"There will be no trace of what you left on me, Michael."

"No talking!"

This, this, this, this person is really the Black Emperor, from beginning to end...... That kiss, those words, that embrace, that body temperature, are all the Black Emperor, not others!

"Think about it, and give me the answer when it's over."

The Black Emperor said that he would give him the answer when the matter was over...... When exactly will it end?

She felt that she had been locked up here for so long, where did the bastard Black Emperor go? After being captured by the Praetorian Guards, the secretary led them down countless spiral steps, one by one, and the air became more and more humid and difficult to breathe.

High heels under her feet

Stepping on the ancient medieval stone staircase, the sound of percussion echoes in the narrow stone tunnels, which is particularly frightening.

Where will this sewer-like corridor lead? The small droplets of water that kept dripping from the stone wall, ticking and ticking, sometimes big and sometimes small, she felt like a rat struggling in the tunnel.

When she came to the fork in the road, the fork in the road of fate, she separated from the Black Emperor, the secretary and he went in the other direction, and she went in the opposite direction with the two unsmiling guards, and there has been no news of him until now.

Where did he go? That secretary didn't do anything to him!

What exactly is the Queen's so-called nightmare when he was a child? No matter how powerful he is, can the shadow of his childhood be said to be over?

Will you shrink into a corner and fall into that horrible memory and not be able to get out? How was she going to get out of here and find him?

"You say I'll walk in and out, but you didn't tell me how much time it would take, son of a bitch!"

It wasn't the first time she'd been locked up in a dark cage alone, and the only good thing about it compared to the dungeons of the Black Emperor's Castle was that she was completely awake and didn't have those disgusting smell of blood in her mouth.

But because of my sobriety, I feel that time is even more difficult...... There was only the sound of ticking water, and people were going crazy when they heard it. All he could think about was what happened to him as a child, and how he is now......

If the two of them can get through this time safely, she doesn't care if there is love in that kiss.

No, no, you still have to care.

Well, if they can escape safely, she is willing to give him a hug or teach him how to express feelings "normally".

This thought kept repeating itself until she was locked up until she was dizzy from low blood sugar...... The voices of several people were heard. Is it a real person? Or was it just her auditory hallucinations due to excessive hunger?

"Black Emperor ......"

"Yo, you woman is really resilient and strong, she hasn't fainted from hunger after being locked up for 3 days, she is worthy of being the woman Duke Douro fancies." The comer walked into the captivity space with a torch, and the flickering light of the fire made Anya, who had adapted to the darkness, unable to open her eyes for a while, unable to distinguish who was coming and how many people there were.

It turns out that she has been locked up for 3 days, what is the Black Emperor doing during this time? Is he okay?

"Who?" Despite the tears in her eyes, Anya shook her head and looked at the visitor with wide eyes...... "You're so familiar, have we met?"

"It's normal to be familiar, you've seen my son." The old voice floated in front of Anya, the torch burned between the two of them, and the smell of fuel oil and the scorching temperature awakened Anya's five senses bit by bit.

"Why is your son famous? So I should know who it is?"

"It's really a little girl with personality, and it doesn't hurt to let you be arrogant before you die. My son was the miserable man who was killed by Duke Douro at a polo match."

"What miserable man would be killed if he said two words to me? I don't know." Anya remembered the man she had accosted at a polo match, which she mistook for the man Michael was pretending...... How could she easily mistake Michael?

Looks like you're missing Michael.

How can I make you remember me completely, you say it yourself.

Inexplicably, the words that the Black Emperor and her had said before they parted came to mind. Remember him completely? Doesn't this prince and nobleman know that his memory points can't be erased at all? And asked her what answer she wanted, tsk!

"My son is the Count of Murza."

"Oh! It's him! I'm so sorry, your son is so inconspicuous compared to Duke Douro, I can't think of it!" It turned out that the 7th half-man who was killed was Count Murza, and the so-called real 8th person of the Black Emperor was the young man's father. "I just said that you are familiar, I think it is because I have been with Duke Douro for a long time, and I have seen the faces of many people who are jealous of him and frame him, and you are very similar to those people!"

"A woman with sharp teeth would not have walked together if she hadn't been in harmony with Ansel's stench." Old Murza's thin, old voice laughed dryly, sounding like a ghost.

"It seems that your old man has a good relationship with His Excellency the Duke, then you have also seen his tenacious vitality, if you are not sure of dealing with him, I can only lament for you first."

"This mouth is quite capable of saying that I should sew it up before sending you to meet my son, so that he will not be at peace on the way to serve my son."

"Before you take my life, it depends on whether His Excellency the Duke is willing to let me go to Hades." Anya saw the men and horses behind old Murza through the light of the torch, and it was completely easy to take her life! Damn, how long can she delay with one mouth!

"You seem to have a blind admiration for Duke Douro! Also, no woman can match his specialness, and I don't know how many times I have told these stories...... It doesn't hurt to say it again before sending you on your way." Old Murza held up a hand, and someone behind him, with a blurred face, immediately stepped forward to prepare a chair for him.

People with blurred faces...... If you look closely, you can see that the face has been cut off the nose bone, sewn up the mouth, and shaved off the ears, making it unrecognizable!

This cruel old man is no joke when he says that he will sew his mouth and send him to his son to be a companion on the road to the underworld!

"It's quite guts, seeing these beasts who have their facial features and six roots cut off can be so calm, it makes me want to torture you well, I really want to know what little Ansel's expression will be, thinking about it makes me excited."

"If you're excited, please go find an old woman your age to settle it, okay?" I'm not interested!" Anya calmly gave old Murza a roll of the eyes, and even the slightest fear in her heart could not be revealed.

"Why, Ansel's saliva is too much, and it's a tone when he talks."