The Queen of Hades?

Anya looked at the fierce man in a black close-fitting cut-back vest and carrying a modified submachine gun, and recalled that Michael had introduced Raphael and Uriel, whom they had not yet met.

Raphael is good at extorting confessions, and it is a job to make a mouth; Ullena Michael didn't say much, only said that "he can't be useful on such small occasions", so he appeared on big occasions...... For example, now?

So this bear-like man who does not distinguish between winter and summer should be Uriel.

"I don't like the title of Shirley very much, and now you are crowning me the queen of the underworld, do you want to be flattened by me? Uriel?" Anya frowned, but it made the arc of the smile on the Black Emperor's lips even more rippling.

"Looks like we Shirley don't like that, what should we do?"

Raphael immediately cursed in his heart: idiot.

After Uriel swallowed a large mouthful of saliva, he immediately thought that God had unknowingly given Aiden a look, as if to say:

Damn, you have nothing to say about what honorific title I want, Lao Tzu will definitely drag you into the water if he dies this time! Why don't you hurry up and save me?

Michael, who had returned to his original form, shook his head slightly at Anya and gently waved his right palm.

The Black Emperor heard all the moves in this space clearly, but he chose to ignore them and look at these people and Shirley...... Well, what interesting things can be done by interacting with the aftermath.

"Aiden, can you take a look at your family's injuries first? I burned and touched everywhere and waited for the infection to die." Anya obeyed Michael, which made the Black Emperor another man.

Is this woman just listening to her?

We may be able to take advantage of this in the future

"Yes, Queen of Hell." Aiden glanced at Uriel, being kind as a stream is his greatest help, anyway, if no one makes a voice from the four envoys, it can be regarded as a tacit acquiescence, and if he really wants to be punished, he can only be punished.

But he believed that the adults liked it.

The Black Emperor's Mansion

"Superficial second-degree burns." After Aiden dealt with the injury on the Black Emperor's right hand, he explained to Anya who was silently watching from beginning to end in a doctor's tone. "It heals on its own within one to three weeks, and there is no scar on the palm of the hand, but during this time, it will cause a situation where you cannot take care of your daily life."

"What does a superficial second-degree burn mean?" She's only heard of second-degree burns, and she's not heard of them, so what's that?

"Superficial second-degree burns hurt the dermis, the slightest wind and grass will be very painful, I will prescribe painkillers, just change the dressing part by yourself, do not puncture the blisters on your hands, if you accidentally break, keep the skin of the blisters and do not tear them, so as not to expose the wound and cause unnecessary infection."

"Then ......" Anya looked at the Black Emperor's bandaged hand, and said, "You teach me how to change the dressing and how to take care of the scald patient."

"Don't bother." The Black Emperor flatly refused.

"My lord, please let the Queen of the Dead take care of your wounds." Aiden finished speaking, and glanced at Uriel again.

"Oh, are we the aftermath?" The Black Emperor playfully looked at his palm for a few seconds, then clenched his fist and opened it again.

"Hey! Even if you don't ......" the word pain, Anya swallowed hard, hesitated for a few seconds before speaking again: "Are you deliberately trying to break the blister? What's in it for you to make your wounds worse?"

"What's in it for you?"

The Black Emperor's sentence without a beginning or end made the five people on the scene confused.

"Anyway, don't mess with your hand!"

"Restore everything to its original state before dawn." The Black Emperor ignored it, and as soon as he said it, he made Yuguan leave his sight; It's just that Aiden and Michael glanced at Anya before leaving, and they must know what they mean before they leave.

"Your Excellency the Black Emperor, when everyone is gone, I will confess that I was not so easily separated."

"What can you do?"

"Help you change your dressing!"

"I don't need to." Again flatly refused, but Anya happened to be not such an easy person to dismiss, so she continued in a different way.

"You didn't ask me if I wanted to get involved in these dangers in the first place, so I didn't either

will ask you; You say how your people walk in and out, and what I said you were before you protected me, I will make you back to that way."

In the face of Anya's words, the Black Emperor was rarely stunned, and his beautiful blue and green eyes stared at her without temperature.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Anya was afraid that she didn't know what would happen if she angered him. But...... He was so gentle in the Bloody Tower, uh – very vaguely gentle, she couldn't ignore it.

Coupled with knowing his sad past, and all kinds of traumas in his heart that led to his current appearance, she can't interact with him in the same way as ordinary people, with more empathy, more patience, and more tenderness...... More love.

He has no love from his parents, no love from his relatives, no love from his peers, and so far he has not seen the love of another partner, what a pitiful person.

Although there are so many people around him, they are in awe of him and are in a high position...... But the heights are unbearable.

"I don't need all the mess in your heart, my state has come to this point, and it won't change because of you or not."

"Yes! You've changed!" Anya was once again not afraid to die to refute the powerful him. "It's just that you didn't find it yourself."

"Ridiculous."

"You don't dare to admit it, because you're afraid that after you admit it, if you lose what you owned for the first time again, you can't afford it."

The black emperor's gauze-wrapped right hand also pinched her slender white neck when Anya spoke, and his tone was a little calm:

"No one dares to resist me like this!"

"Hmm...... Ahem......"

"Want to peek into my heart, who do you think you are?" The Black Emperor approached Anya, and the breath of each word blew on Anya's face, accompanied by the fragrance of the forest that was not covered by the smell of blood, making her face slowly redden.

Or it could be a sign of hypoxia.

Anya trembled her hands, endured the pain in her chest that was on the verge of exploding, held the injured hand of the Black Emperor, and spit out a few words with difficulty:

"Don't, don't ......"

"Don't kill you? Don't touch you? Find out who you're talking to!" Anya, who was reflected in her blue and green eyes, looked so painful, and her tightly bitten lower lip was about to ooze blood...... He couldn't restrain himself from letting go. "I'm going to take your life, you can't resist!"

"Don't ...... Yes, this one, the hand ......."

This hand?

Only then did the Black Emperor realize that it was the so-called shallow second-degree burned right hand that was pinching the woman; Why do people who are dying still think about things other than their own lives?

This made him a little confused.

The Black Emperor let go of his hand, and Anya's swollen trachea gasped for air to relieve the pain in her lungs.

"Voltaire...... Having said that, a person often has to ...... Die twice...... No more love, no more love—" Anya's heartfelt words were exchanged for a sneer from the Black Emperor, but she was not discouraged and still had to finish: "You died at the age of 8 because you were not loved, and you should not die because you didn't love in the future...... You have the ability to love people, you still have a vague tenderness, don't let it die like this......

A person often dies twice, no longer loves, no longer loved; You've already died once because you weren't loved, don't let yourself die again.

For we do not look at what we see, but on what we do not see. For what is seen is temporary, and what is not seen is eternal

You have the ability to love people, you still have a vague tenderness, don't let it die like this.

At the age of 8, you died because you were not loved, and you should not die because you didn't love in the future!

Die without being loved? Die of not loving?

Why does a woman whose fate is in the hands of others still have the courage to say such nonsense? What exactly does she want? He couldn't figure it out......

What if he has love?

What if he dies again?

These are all "his" business, what does it have to do with this woman who has nothing to do with it?

On a dark night when I couldn't see the cold white moonlight and couldn't see the starlight, the cold wind couldn't move every bulletproof glass of the fortress, and I nested alone in the study

The Black Emperor is like being in a storm.

He only wrote a few words with a dipping pen in his left hand, but his eyes unconsciously stared at the obstructive gauze that was swollen like a cold and hard meal bag.

It didn't hurt that his injured right hand couldn't write, he was a left-handed man, so he didn't need a little help from Shirley.

As dawn broke, they returned to the silent and noisy fortress, and Shirley had an argument with him for the first time...... It should be said that for the first time since the age of 8, he showed his true emotions in front of outsiders.

The anger that rushed out of his chest could not be restrained at all, and he almost strangled Shirley to death.

Since then, society has taught him to hide, pretend and be powerful...... After so many years, he still has personal feelings? He kills people without blinking an eye and has no waves in his heart, can he still express his true emotions in front of outsiders?

This ugly hand, he strangely had a strange feeling, was it painful? It's like the discomfort of ten thousand ants drilling, is it pain?

The Black Emperor put down the dipping pen, and the ink that had just been stained dripped and smeared the black in front of his eyes. He reached out and pulled the burning alcohol lamp closer, and after removing the lampshade, he placed his left hand on the flame.

The scorching heat caused puffs of white smoke to rise from his palms, and he smelled the white smoke and heard the blood boiling under his skin, and calmly removed his hand.

Two scalded hands flattened in front of the eyes, why? It is also a flame burn, why can the right hand feel an indescribable discomfort, but the left hand does not feel anything but heat...... Even if you choke the wound of a new life, this is the same.

He let out a long breath, leaning his whole body on the back of a chair made of the same material as his desk, looking up at the mural on the ceiling, distracted.

There was a steady heartbeat and regular breathing outside the door, and the woman who dared to resist him sat outside the door of his study, asleep.

He admired her willpower. For the average person, three days without food or water can cause death, and she can still scream at the scene of the disaster; Returning to the shelter where he was barely sheltered, he immediately adjusted his physiological state, and ran to block the door of the study without sleeping on a comfortable and spacious bed......