Law of the Devil

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(Chapter 3 arrives today ~)

Chapter 447 [Who are you?]

Dewey took a deep breath and pressed down a slight ambiguity in her heart.

“Miss Delhi.” Dewey's voice sounds pleasant and gentle and courteous, just as comfortable as the best little brother that Miss Dewey has ever met… but on such occasions, Dewey's tone makes her cold.

“Miss Delhi, I'm Dewey. I'm sure you're looking forward to meeting me.” Dewey smiled, two steps closer, and the smile on his face was as elegant and flawless as a banquet of nobility: “Unfortunately, I had no idea that our first meeting would be on such occasions… Your Highness. ”

In silence, the name “Your Highness” seemed to profoundly stimulate Delhi's heart!

Yeah, I'm a princess! The future princess of the Empire! is one of the most noble women on this continent...

Unfortunately, this stimulus only made Delhi chestnut in her heart, and then the flame was instantly put out again by Dewey!

Dewey's method for putting out Delhi's confidence is simple… he uses action!

Easy movement, even with a few elegant moves, but Dewey has sat down lightly - right on Delhi's bed!

His body is only a tiny bit away from Delhi's curly legs, just one hand - no, it's not "just" because Dewey's hand is out!

Dewey's fingers are thin, his palms are white, and his hands are very beautiful in shape - at first glance the hands of the standard aristocratic children. Unfortunately, at a time like this, such beautiful hands have become Miss Delhi's biggest nightmare!

Dewey's fingers gracefully touched Delhi's calf, and the first time she touched her fingertips, Delhi screamed as if it were electric shock, shrinking back so hard... unfortunately, she was already at the corner of the wall and there was no room for a slight retreat!

So Dewey's fingers, without much effort, had been pressed on Delhi's calf, and then her slender fingers held Delhi's full, sturdy, long calf belly.

Delhi just thinks she's about to beat her heart and die - him, him! This tulip duke, his fingers are still slipping up!!!

Dewey's fingers are brilliant, as if with some strange rhythm, gently paddled across Delhi's delicate leg skin, fingertips gently slippery, gently bouncing, then gently stroking. Delhi was almost bleeding from his blush, and she couldn't even breathe. In one pair of eyes, besides fear, there seemed to be a few different things...

“Look, Miss Delhi.” Dewey suddenly stopped, his hand resting on Derek's knees, and looked into Derek's eyes.

Delhi's heart was suddenly excited, she was ashamed of the strange thoughts she had just had in her heart for a moment, and when she saw Dewey's calm and almost cold eyes, Delhi felt a shameful shame in her heart - he, he was playing with himself on purpose! His eyes are so calm, he doesn't want to take possession of himself at all...

“Miss Delhi, I think you should understand some current affairs by now.” Dewey smiled lightly, his fingers lightly on Delhi's knees, and his eyes looked strangely at Delhi: “You see, you are the future queen, but I can taste you now if I want! So before we start this conversation, I want you to understand that your princess is worthless to me, and I can tear all your masks and disguises apart at any time if I want! Now, do you understand? ”

Delhi nodded hard.

Dewey laughed again, his eyes sweeping through Delhi's waist and chest: “You are beautiful indeed - consider this a man's sincere compliment. ”

Delhi's head was tight: “Duchess Tulips, what exactly do you want from me?! ”

“No, no, no, no...” Dewey Lian shook his head: “You're in my hands. Whatever I want from you, do you have the ability to stop or resist me? So your question is wrong. I should ask you this question: beautiful Miss Delhi, what exactly do you want from me? ”

“I... I just want to be free to go back.” Miss Delhi weeps: "For the sake of Almighty God. Duke of Tulips, I think I lost. You let me go back, I swear by the soul of my parents, I will never pursue this... and I will keep my mouth shut about everything I know! I swear...”

When Delhi said these words, she spoke very sincerely - and, at least for this moment, she did think so in her heart, without lying.

But Dewey laughed.

He laughed disdainfully with a slight mockery... and this smile fell in Delhi's eyes, but felt the young duke in front of him, his eyes flashing wisdom, looking at his smile, as if he were an elder who had insight into everything, watching a little hairy child playing a naive trick in front of himself.

“Oh, Miss Delhi, I'm starting to like you a little.” Dewey's smile is as if two people were just friends talking: “Really, I found you to have some loveable qualities… you are naive as a virgin. Oh, forgive my metaphor: you are a virgin yourself. Unfortunately, however, I am not interested in your vows.” Dewey seriously shook his head: “There are three kinds of vows in this world that look like shit to me. ”

And Dewey put up three fingers, one by one, and he broke his finger, and he laughed, “The first kind of man is a god stick, and I swear I don't believe him. The second person is a politician, and in my opinion, the vows of prostitutes are more credible than the vows of politicians. The third one… is women, especially beautiful women. ”

Looking at Delhi's pale face, Dewey suddenly stretched out her finger and gently helped her play a tear ball in the corner of her eyes, softly said: “Dear Miss Delhi, of course I believe that you are truly afraid of me at this moment, and also truly regret it. Your vow now is also the true picture of your heart at this moment... unfortunately, it is still impossible for me to believe you, because I have a clearer truth: women are extremely good at it! Maybe as soon as you get out of here for less than three days, you'll start a flame of revenge in your heart and find a way to get revenge on me. ”

“I won't, I promise not...”

Delhi was not finished, and Dewey had stretched out a finger and gently pressed it against Delhi's lips: “Shh... don't worry, dear Miss Delhi. Take it easy! ”

Dewey retracted her fingers and watched Delhi's face up close. The girl had a fascinating pair of eyes, especially when she was blinking like a newborn antelope in fear of obedience, which did make a man's blood boil.

“I would like to introduce myself first.” Dewey slowed the tone down: “I'm not a good man - never! So I'm not a gentleman, you can call me a villain, or a hooligan, or a scoundrel... that's up to you. But I will now only tell you my decision: I will give you two clear paths. ”

Dewey continued faintly: “As for the first one, I can taste your flavor right now… I never refuse a delicious dish, and I think very few men in the world will refuse to take possession of a beautiful princess! Besides, when I finish tasting your scent... I'll give you to someone else. Honey, I'm a magic pharmacist, and I have at least a hundred ways to get you pregnant in the fastest possible time, and then... I'll throw you back to Emperor! Can you imagine what happened to you? ”

Delhi just thinks her fingertips are freezing!

own end?

Without a doubt, if you are really so desecrated, you will surely be secretly executed by your family in order to preserve your family's face, and then fabricate a reason... maybe it's a poison or a rope waiting for you! Then you will disappear from the world so silently!

With so many aspirations since childhood, how many glorious life fantasies in your heart will disappear! Cut off!!

And Prince Chen, in anger, may do something terrible to his family!

“But...” Delhi thought Dewey looked down at herself and even the tip of her nose was about to hit her face. This feeling of “weakness” made her unable to resist the thought, so she countered: “But, Duke Tulip, you will also be unlucky... if you really do that to me, then you will not escape the charge of raping and insulting a princess...”

“Hahahaha...” Dewey laughed. Again, this unknown smile made Delhi feel a little weak.

“Miss Delhi, I have nothing but pity for you: it seems you really don't know men. ”

Looking into the eye of this prey, Dewey trivialized a few words and defeated each other's confidence: “For you? To start a civil war for a pretty girl? Do you think Prince Chen is the kind of unconscious monarch? I tell you, by then, Prince Chen will definitely be the first to hide the truth! He would never allow such a scandal! I can even imagine him ordering you to be executed in secret! Then announce your tragic death… As for me, the Empire's Duke of Tulips! The biggest creditor of the Empire's finances! You think he's gonna turn his face on me for a woman like you? Gather hundreds of thousands of troops and fight me another civil war in the Northwest? Two consecutive civil wars in five years?” Dewey looks at Delhi with a cold smile: “I really doubt how you got those talent names... do you think your fiancé is a pig brain? Or do you think you're the kind of goddess who's beautiful enough to make a man faint for you? ”

Finally, Dewey used a few gentle words to completely ruin Delhi's face.

“Who do you think you are, girl? ”

It's like a whip. It's so hard on Delhi's heart! Her confidence, which had already dissipated in her mind, collapsed.

Delhi thought about it carefully and seemed… this Dewey was not simply intimidating herself.

It must be tragic to wait for your destiny if you really get to that step he said!

To be executed in secret, yes! After all, the royal family cannot marry another woman who has lost her virginity as queen of the empire!

And if he fails to spoil himself and makes such a scandal, it is difficult to protect the angry Regent King, who will not anger his family... even if he is a smart monarch, he will not anger his family, but the family will not be expected to be reused again in the future!

Imagine, when a monarch sees you, something comes to mind that makes him very unhappy —— then the monarch will surely take you far away, far away from the better!

And Dewey... I'm afraid it's hard to say if this tulip duke can be punished! After all, from previous records, the Regent had no general trust in him.

Most importantly, Dewey is right... the Empire will not wage two massive civil wars in a row within a few years!

This tulip duke, just like Lugo of the Northwest Army, sits on a large part of the Northwest Territories and Army, and can be at least a dozen years of fugitive warlord, even against the Central Yang!

Delhi was frightened. She was subjected to a series of consecutive psychological offenses by Dewey, almost undermining her confidence and normal thinking skills.

At this moment, she didn't think... this situation is definitely not what Dewey would want to see!

Dewey doesn't want to turn her face over for a woman and the Regent! More importantly, there can be no separation between the two sides now! Dewey didn't even want to be a warlord in the Northwest...

Everything is to blame for this Deli! You stupid bitch!

“I don't believe in women's vows, but I believe in everything else… for example, the handle.” Miss Delhi, I can let you go, but you have to give me a handle that makes me feel safe. Do you understand? ”

Delhi was stuck, she felt Dewey looking into her eyes and immediately had a bad association - she was now a prisoner, he could easily get anything he wanted... Did he say that he wanted to take possession of his body?

Three chapters today, over 10,000 words! I told you, when I get home, I will try to update the speed to compensate everyone!

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