The Dark King

That evening, after eating dinner, Du Dean took Helissa out of the castle and went straight along the suburbs. After half an hour, he came to the wall of gold that had been built, and he found a weak guard. Come out of the wall and run away in one direction.

In front of the snow-white waterfall, Yvette sat alone by the stone, and the torrent of water splashed on the bluestone in front of her.Looking at the countless splashes of water, her eyes were a little confused and fascinated. Many recent things left her in a daze, but could not find the answer.

After a long time, there was a sudden sound of footsteps behind her.

She woke up and looked back suddenly, only to see that her personal maid came from the forest.

"Your Highness." The maid dressed in a tiger fur beast, said respectfully: "The night is so deep, don't you go back to rest?"

Yvette's tense nerves slowly relaxed, withdrawing his gaze, looking at the broken water in front of him, and whispered: "You go back first, I will sit for a while."

The maid glanced at her, and she stopped talking. She finally held back and silently retreated into the forest. Instead of leaving, she waited quietly.

When the silver moon was empty, Leng Hui shone on the waterfall, and a trace of coldness spread.

Yvette looked at the turbulent water, stunned, and suddenly there was a hum in the jungle behind him, as if a stone had fallen from the tree.Shocked in her heart, she immediately turned her head and saw two slender figures, and slowly came out of the jungle.

The shadow of the treetops faded from the two, revealing their looks.

Yvette, who had just quietly touched the dagger in the waist, was suddenly dumbfounded. The long-lost nightmare deep down in her heart seemed to suddenly come and burst into the face, making her feel breathless and even forgot to breathe.

"Yes, it's you?" Yvette stared blankly at the teenager.

Dudi looked at her quietly, "How are you doing?"

Yvette came awake, his face slightly changed, and whispered: "How did you come in, but this is our forbidden place!"

"He walked in." Du Dian said nonsense, as if to answer her, and then said: "Looking at you, it seems that you have been unsatisfactory."

Yvette immediately realized the purpose of his coming, and there was a trace of alertness in his heart, and he whispered: "I have a good life."

Du Di'an looked indifferent, did not delve into it, and said: "So, what happened to you?"

"It's still in progress." Yvette whispered: "Give me a little more time and I'm sure it can be done."

"Time is precious, not what you want if you want it," Du Di'an said: "What stage have you finished now, have you become your king?"

Yvette's face changed slightly, "Not yet, this one has to take its time, don't be too anxious..."

"That means, your father is still there?"

"I……"

"You still can't bear to kill him, right?" Du Dean's eyes are deep, "Actually, you don't have to kill him, you can force him to abdicate, as long as the goal is achieved, killing him or not is secondary."

Yvette didn’t know this, but she knew even more that it was impossible for her father’s character to force him to abdicate under house arrest, and she couldn’t stop, “Give me more time, I’ve already I got the attention of my father. According to what you said, I have performed very well. After a while, my father will pass it on to me!"

"I can't wait." Du Di'an said indifferently: "Now you have two choices. First, be the king, I will kill him for you, help you balance everything, you just need to be your throne, just wait for my orders. , Second, you die with your father!"

Yvette froze, grievously moistened in his eyes, and said, "Why, why do you force me like this?"

"You are pushing me."

"I can help you persuade my father, and you have such a strong power, you can take my father in person and let him listen to you, why should I kill him?" Yvette groaned in grief and indignation. Road.

Du Dian said indifferently: "People are old, not afraid of death, not easy to hold, I need a person with ambition and desire, easy to manage."

Yvette looked at him staring blankly, and suddenly understood that the young man in front of him was a devil, a cold-hearted monster. Instead of praying for his understanding, she hoped to find other ways of showing hope. She took a deep breath and said, "I Can help you persuade my father, he will definitely listen to you, if you are still not willing, give me some time, just one day, I want to try my method."

"Procrastination doesn't make sense." Du Dean looked at her coldly. "I'm very disappointed with you."

"You!" Yvette's eyes flushed with rage.

"How many of your siblings dream of getting such an opportunity, but you don't know to cherish it." Du Dean said coldly: "What you don't want to do, some people are willing to do."

Yvette's face was pale and trembling: "Don't, please, don't be like this, I can't do it, I can listen to you for anything, but, but... let me kill my father, me I really can't do it!!"

"Then you should accompany your father." Du Dean walked slowly towards her.

Yvette looked at him in horror, her eyes full of despair. She already knew how powerful this young man was. With her own strength, she could not resist.

"You, you are so cruel and mad, you will get retribution sooner or later!" Yvette burst into tears, cursing angrily.

"I've got all the retribution." Du Di'an looked at her indifferently. "It turns out that cruelty and retribution don't matter. It's like you rejected me, so you are dead. If you are cruel, agree with me. Instead, you will live well, can this be considered a retribution?" Between the words, the big hand slowly reached out.

Yvette groaned angrily, slamming his dagger sharply.

Du Dean's wrist turned quickly, immediately knocking down the dagger in her hand, and then lifted her body up and pulled it in front of herself, strangling her neck and neck, twisting and clicking, her head suddenly snapped off, and there was no sound.

Du Dean slowly lowered her body, threw it into the huge waterfall in front of her, and sank.

"Faith hurts you..." Du Dean said to himself, slowly turned around, took Helisa beside the jungle, and left the place.

In an extravagant tent on the hill, Ian Lar sat on the wine table, burping wine and wiping his sword, which was the sword he killed in the last war The seized, first-class quality is much better than their savages' weapons. The only drawback is that they are beautiful and not durable.

After wiping the sword, he waved twice, and the sound of the brush appeared extremely sharp, making him unable to laugh.