In Yingqian's sight.

There are countless ugly and fierce faces.

Only one person.

There was only determination and tenderness in the eyes that looked at her.

In this trash can-like place.

Only Michael.

I am willing and qualified to work side by side with Yingqian.

Her heart was suddenly occupied by a feeling of satisfaction.

Although surrounded by countless proud idiots.

But it doesn't matter.

She also has Michael.

Her little prince is the cleanest.

No one can compare.

Lucia noticed Yingqian and Michael briefly communicating with each other.

Even if not a word is said.

It was enough for them to understand each other's feelings.

Lucia gritted her teeth.

Almost like a roar, he shouted:

"Guard! Catch her quickly! Hurry!"

No one has ever seen Lucia like this.

She seemed to be going crazy too.

The guards quickly quickened their pace.

The tip of the sword was almost touching the corner of Yingqian's clothes.

But she didn't care at all.

Sigh.

murmured:

"Although I really don't like stupid names like nobles and commoners, in fact, when it comes to status, I seem to be... a bit more awesome than you."

Yingqian's voice was not loud.

Even the guard closest to her couldn't hear her clearly.

Black hair flying.

Red ropes tied with braids were scattered on the ground.

A moment.

There was a strong wind.

The fragrance of roses comes.

Yingqian lowered his head and ran his fingers through his hair.

Just a gentle tease.

There are so many different styles.

The guards suddenly widened their eyes.

It was as if he couldn't believe the scene he saw before his eyes.

Even their breathing became cautious in an instant.

As if he was afraid of disturbing the miracle before his eyes.

The wind stops and the clouds stop.

The nobles in the stands were finally able to open their eyes.

They saw Ying Qian again.

But everyone was dumbfounded.

Only Michael.

Looking at that beautiful and sultry face.

His eyes were full of obsession.

finally...

See you again.

His, Her Majesty the Queen.

Lucia's face was filled with disbelief.

She stared at Yingqian.

It seems that no matter what, she doesn't want to believe that this incomparably beautiful woman in front of her is just like Ying Qian.

The original ordinary face with freckles has disappeared.

Appearing in front of everyone.

It is an extremely beautiful and enchanting face, as if it was created by Satan himself in an attempt to lure him to hell.

Even his whole body is filled with danger.

But as long as she waves.

No matter what lies ahead is a mountain of swords, a sea of ​​fire, or an abyss of hell.

There will be people rushing to come for her.

Even without saying a word.

The lazy and charming look in the corners of her eyes and brows still stirred her soul, making her uneasy.

Lucia's appearance can be considered pretty.

But compared to Yingqian.

There's just too much difference.

Lucia was stunned for a moment and wanted to speak, but her whole body was trembling for some unknown reason.

She was afraid.

The moment Yingqian revealed her true face.

Lucia knew it.

Her purpose completely failed.

Not only was Yingqian not dead.

Even better than Hirschfeld.

He even revealed his true identity in front of everyone at this time.

Let Lucia prepare those.

All burned to the ground.

Glancing at Lucia's gloomy face.

Yingqian didn't give her a chance to open her mouth.

He took a step forward very simply.

He said loudly:
Chapter completed!