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Chapter 220 The Escaped Canary in a Cage
Bevya turned a deaf ear, she folded her palms together, bent her noble waist, and slammed her white forehead heavily on the patterned ground.

The dark red lines were infused with fresh blood, which slowly flowed to form the unique symbol of the Titan family. The race favored by the gods, their longing flag is a divine bird with wings spread and singing.

The eldest princess is as stubborn as her mother, still kneeling on the ground, lying in her mother's ear to persuade: "Mother, my father is already in a state of desperation, that illegitimate son is a sinful robber and a foreign race who grew up in the filth, but he is strong. Physique and powerful strength are admired by the people, and you need to stand up and stop this evil tide."

"No." Bevya resolutely refused, repeating what she had repeated every day for nearly a year: "My son who was resurrected from the dead brought back a sinner from the Titan tribe. I am willing to take off all the glory on me and let me the children of the horrific shadows."

"But, apart from you, who else is qualified to be another great leader of the royal family." The eldest princess pinched her brows and almost gave up talking to the stubborn mother. She told her that the mother was also sick, but At such a time, there must be no news of illness spreading.

Otherwise, those evil bandits will laugh and push their savage masters to the throne of the Titans.

The royal father's reputation was ruined the moment the illegitimate son appeared. What's more, the royal father who went out to fight against the rebellious Creek Snake Clan has not returned for a long time, and there is no news from him, so his life and death are uncertain.

"By God, Titan, I hope my son can walk out of the terrible shadow today."

The God of Titan, who had been enshrined for a long time, seemed to have heard the call of his people. The door of the room that had been closed for more than a year was opened from the inside, and the expression on his face was still frozen. Turning his head, in the backlight, the only orthodox prince of the Titan God Clan slowly walked out of the door.

"Oh." Bevya covered her mouth and was helped up by her daughter. She was on the verge of falling: "My son, you are finally out."

The little prince tightened his arms around his lover, and looked back at his worried family members expressionlessly. There was no wave in his long and narrow purple pupils: "Mother, big sister."

The words that came out of Bevya's heart were all choked in her throat. She looked sadly at herself, the supposedly elegant and proud son of the royal family, and collapsed on the stunned daughter.

"I will do what I should do before my father comes back."

Howard stood under the sun again, but his beating heart was as cold as it had been for tens of thousands of years. The face kissed by the gods was covered with deep bony scars. Counting the number of tangled scars winding from the corners of the eyes to the temples, rough A violent temperament rushed towards his face, like a bloody tyrant who had ruled on the battlefield for a long time.

"However, that brother who has the same blood as me should also have the right to compete for the throne."

"What are you talking about!" The eldest princess screamed when she came back to her senses, the long armor she had carefully maintained was abruptly cut off, and her face was distorted in anger: "That bastard is an out-and-out foreign race, he is not worthy of stepping on it!" Go to the sacred land of the Titans! Only you, only you have the qualifications to defeat us!"

"I'm afraid there can't be an imperial sister to judge."

(End of this chapter)