"I'm the queen, so I can't call me a fool!"
Veronica wrinkled her nose, suddenly took a light bite on Soshiyang's neck, and then stood up.
"Soshyan, you seem to have never seen me dancing, right?"
"Dance?"
"Yeah, I learned from Everenie. She used to be a dancer of Beyetan."
As she said that, Veronica twisted her wrist and a unique fan appeared in her hand. Then she spread the jewel-covered fan and made a gesture. If there was no weapon on hand, the fan would also look like an outstanding sword blade.
The next second, she stretched her slender left leg and outlined a perfect arc in the air.
In the afterglow of the sunset, Veronica dances lightly and resiliently, her body is as light as a swallow, and soft as a cloud, her arms are as soft as boneless, her slender and perfect legs are as long as treasures, and her dancing posture is like a butterfly flying among flowers. Sometimes she raises her wrist and lowers her eyebrows, sometimes she relaxes her cloud hands, and her gorgeous fan is closed and held up, like a pen walking on a dragon.
Suo Shiyang looked carefully and became a little confused before he knew it.
Suddenly, Veronica raised her hands, thought of her toes, and gently whipped, like a swan flying in the air, and when she landed on the ground, she looked like a peacock dancing on the ground.
Gradually, she came to Soshiyang with a smooth and light pace, then she yelled like a stumble, threw the fan in her hand, and fell softly into Soshiyang's arms.
He gently hugged his soft body and stared at the beautiful woman like peach blossoms. Soshiyang felt slightly moved, and then kissed him, and Veronica also took the opportunity to hold his neck.
Although Veronica was already moved, it was in the wild after all, and Soshiyan didn't want to be watched by many eyes while doing that.
Fortunately, Doral had already expected this situation very considerately. Before the two came to the planet, they asked the bone croakers to concentrate their efforts to build an exquisite and luxurious temporary palace in the New City Royal Court. Soshiyan and Veronica could not be disturbed for a long time.
The next morning, before Veronica got up, Soshiyan, wearing an Eldar-style robe, was already walking side by side with Doral in the garden of the palace.
"Doral, you seem to be obsessed with Comoros and Victor, is it because of hatred?"
Doral smiled when he heard Soshyan say this.
"My father is the chief Dianyi Officer of the Krachi family and one of the five major ministers of the Krachi family. After Victor lured the Imperial Space Marines to attack Comoros, the Krachi family was also severely injured. My father was trying to gather the family's strength to guard against possible attacks, but one day he was assassinated, and it was then proved that it was Victor's cause... His father's death caused the leaderless Krachi family to fall into great chaos. Victor led his conspiracy group to raid the family castle and kill all the bloodlines and retainers of the Krachi family."
Soshiyang stopped, turned to look at his court minister, and said softly:
"But you survived."
Doral didn't say anything, but pulled open his collar and exposed his soul stone in front of Soshyang.
"Your Highness, if you are really the person chosen by Asuyan, then you can see it with your own eyes."
Soshiyang hesitated for a moment, then slowly stretched out his hand.
The moment his index finger touched the soul stone, the memories belonging to Doral poured into his mind.
The first thing echoed in Soshyan's ears was the conspiracy warriors screaming and shouting as they broke into the old noble castle. A warrior in human skin armor led the attack, cutting off the head of the first woman in gorgeous clothes and dismantling the second.
At this time, a warrior Aida in lilac armor waved a double-edged sword above his head as if he was going to fight the enemy.
The leading conspiracy group warrior turned around in a slow arc, and his quick blade cut through the wrist of the noble warrior, then smashed the hilt on the noble's throat, knocking him to the ground.
Memories emerged faster and faster, all about old battles and midnight raids, the blurry scene was filled with blood, and life ended in a symphony of crackling blades, broken bones and abrupt screams.
They come so quickly that they become like black and white silent films, becoming disgusting strobes filled with violence and chaos.
Finally, a picture was deeply engraved in Soshiyang's mind.
It was buried deep in blood and pain, and perhaps even Dolar himself would not want to recall it again.
His mother stood beside the young Doral, her knife stabbed into the mouth of the upright Urgur. As the dark blood flowed from her pale skin, three sharp claws like swords were also penetrated from behind her, and the liquid of her life splashed on him.
The next moment, a fist slammed into the side of the young Doral's head, causing fear to fill him, tugging at his heart, freezing his consciousness, and burning his former existence from the inside, like flames crawling on paper, leaving cursed ashes.
Then he was thrown into the arena of slaves. He crossed the threshold without covering his clothes, and the hunger in his stomach blew and blew in his blood vessels like stomach acid.
For a moment he was swallowed by the shadows, and three more steps forward, he forced himself into a wide yard.
Three equally young people confronted him.
“You are not popular.”
"Soft eggs will only die meaninglessly."
"Get out!"
They tried to drive him away.
"No."
He managed to whisper through his ruptured lips, his tongue and gums as dry as ashes.
When boxing and kicking knock him to the ground, he can do nothing, and all he can do is persevere and live.
revenge!!
After experiencing eternal numbness and mental pain, the beating ended.
Although hungry chewing in his stomach is nothing compared to his spiritual abyss of pain, he has to eat.
The slow water flow of the sewer gurgled, rolling into a vortex under the piers, and from the darkness he saw what he needed was washed down by the water flow, which hooked the rope he hung under the bridge, and gently turned in the water, finally leaning against a gorgeous pillar supporting the bridge.
He waited, checking the darkness with his ears and nose as if he had his eyes—where Urgur often appeared.
There was nothing around for the time being, and he sneaked out of the arena and dragged the body out of the water.
This is a corpse with whip marks and marks on its body, thrown from the height of the tower into the sewer, and he cannot cook in a fire where it will attract attention, and hungry he can't wait to drag the body to a safer location.
Then he bit his teeth into the foul-stenched carrion.
In this way, he grew up like a slave and became the lowest-level warrior in the conspiracy group, but he climbed up step by step with his determination.
One day, he will become the man at the top, and then return the pain he suffered to that guy, the slave bastard sitting high at the highest point of Comoros!
Many years have passed like this, and as always, he led a plundering team to launch a plundering against humans, but the intelligence has gone wrong. After they landed on the planet, there were no humans at all, nor the expected plundering-
Chapter completed!