A young man exuding a kingly aura!

He was wearing white casual clothes and simple outfit, but under the goose yellow street lights, he was filled with air pressure and courage. (www

The boy slowly raised his head, and a demonic face that charmed all living beings made the noble lady unable to help but take a breath. It was beautiful, so beautiful, but you dare not ignore his danger, and it was an absolute danger that people dare not desecrate.

The boy slowly raised his head, his hair moved slightly, and his eyes fell on the girl kneeling in the rain not far away, and his sword eyebrows frowned without leaving any trace.

He walked straight towards her, and the man in black behind him held an umbrella for him respectfully and humbly. The crowd of black people seemed to be a god descending from the sky, pressing in with a momentum.

"Who are you?"

The lady's originally arrogant tone became cowardly, because the boy was born with the aura of making people bow down. In front of him, she had lost all her arrogant capital.

The boy's footsteps stopped beside the girl. She slowly raised her chin and just faced him with all his eyes.

That year, she, five years old; he, twelve. The gear of fate slowly opened at that moment.

The girl's face was red and swollen, and her eyes were filled with bruises, but her agile but stubborn eyes were filled with burning hatred.

His hand, which was originally inserted into his pants, slowly stretched out, as if he was sending an invitation to her. "Get up!"

It was obviously a gentle tone, with irresistible tension.

The girl stared at the boy who seemed to fall from the sky. His whole body was clearly exuding a devilish aura, but at this moment he appeared in front of him like an angel.

She looked at him vigilantly, as if she was estimating, and grasping his outstretched hand, whether it was redemption or destruction for herself.

It was only after many years that she deeply realized that it was not redemption, nor destruction, but complete destruction.

At this moment, her thin lips were biting slightly, motionless, still estimating.

Seeing that she was not moving, he bowed slightly, squinted his charming eyes, pinched the girl's cold chin, and exerted a little force, feeling her trembling chin due to pain or fear, and slightly curled up the corners of her cold lips.

"Remember, my words are commands. You can only obey."

"Why?" The girl stared at him stubbornly, with a tremolo sound.

He chuckled, like a ghost. "In this life, you can only be mine, and you will die with me."
Chapter completed!