Transform into a fairy girl

"Bitch, don't think of me as a fool. It's you who disrupted the order of this world. Although I fell into your hands, I can still die with you~" Mordrake couldn't bear the humiliation and suddenly sat up. , wanting to restrain Kreya.

However, as soon as he exerted force, he suddenly felt a spin, and a sense of powerlessness surged throughout his body, as if the power in his body was instantly drained, and he collapsed uncontrollably.

"How could my body be like this?" Modric looked at Kreya in horror, not knowing what was happening.

"Huh huh huh, Your Highness, I know you are very angry and want to tear me into pieces. Therefore, in order to calm your anger and not hurt me, I put some in the food and wine you have eaten before. Liao Ruan Jin Powder is a mysterious medicinal powder from the East. After eating it, one's limbs will become as weak as a rubber shrimp." Kreya said with a cold snort, her white hands gently pressing on the Mordrake's chest, and then began to slowly unbutton his clothes.

"Kreya, you are shameless, you are despicable~" Mordrake cursed in pain.

"It doesn't matter what you say. Anyway, tonight, you are mine. I will be pregnant with your child, and I will make him the legitimate heir of Liguria in the future, hahaha" Kreya said, her body familiar. The twisting movement actually succeeded easily.

Mordrake instantly felt extremely ashamed. A man could not protect his last chastity.

"Come on, my prince, let the storm come more violently." Kreya laughed wildly, her voice echoing in the empty palace.

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Late at night, Kreya was panting and threw herself on Mordrake's chest. Mordrake's face was pale, and his strong chest was heaving violently due to his heavy breathing.

Everything before was like a nightmare, everything was so unreal and unacceptable.

"Why are you doing this? Is it for revenge on me or for other purposes?" Mordrake frowned and asked, looking at the charming Kreya beside him.

At this time, Claire no longer had the cold arrogance she had before, and was completely like a gentle and considerate wife, nestled in her husband's arms.

Although she didn't want to admit that she was patriotic to Mordrake, because the latter had done too many things that were sorry for her, so she held a grudge.

However, at this moment, she can't get rid of the shackles of emotion. Love is love, no matter how much you deny it or want to forget it, you can't do it.

Mordrake will go to the execution ground tomorrow. This is the last day of his life. Kreya suddenly felt a little sad. If the person she truly loved left and she didn't have time to confess, would it be a lifetime nightmare? the most painful regret

Kreya didn't allow such a regret to happen, so she had to seize the last chance.

Even if this would make her arrogance worthless, and even allow Mordrake to take the opportunity to move back to his own dignity, she didn't care anymore.

If we can be husband and wife for a day, we will be satisfied.

"I want to give birth to a child for you, a child that belongs to us." Kreya murmured softly.

"Are you crazy? You killed me and you still want to give birth to a child for me?" Mordrake didn't understand Kreya's mood at all, let alone her behavior.

This kind of love-killing practice is what most men do.

What no one can understand, only women can understand.

"Actually, I don't want to kill you, but there is no way. If I don't kill you, all those who support my coup will not agree, and they may push us to the guillotine together, so please don't blame me." Kreya Holding Mordrake's face, he said sadly.

"What do you want?" Mordrake asked with a frown.

"I love you. If you hadn't chosen that elven bitch, we should have been a couple." Kreya said with great hatred.

"That's none of her business, I hope you won't embarrass her." Mordrake looked at Kreya and said.

"You are dying, are you still thinking about her?" Kreya asked sadly and jealously.

"Kreya, you have got everything you want. Please don't implicate innocent people. I, Mordrake, died in your hands without any regrets. Just consider it as my atonement for the mistakes I made before. Please You let Ai go, she is just an innocent outsider from the beginning to the end." Mordrake looked at Claire and said in a solemn tone, more like a last will and testament.

"Okay, I promise you, I won't embarrass her." Kreya agreed readily, and immediately turned over and sat on Mordrake's body.

After a period of crazy entanglement, Mordrake felt as if his body had been hollowed out. He lay weakly on the bed and gradually fell asleep.

The next day, when the day of execution arrived, Kreya wiped the tears from her eyes. She cried all night, all night long.

It’s hard to believe that such a callous woman would shed crocodile tears.

Maybe she was moved by her true feelings. Even the most vicious person would find it difficult to be a complete and absolute bad person.

Even bad people seem to have a desire for love in their hearts.

The so-called sadness is nothing more than tragedy, and the so-called tragedy is nothing more than breaking something that could have been beautiful into pieces in front of you.

Kreya watched as Mordrac was guillotined.

Xingtai is very high, and the sharp guillotine was lifted to a height of 20 meters above the ground.

The guillotine is about three meters long, sixty centimeters wide, ten centimeters thick at its thickest point, and weighs an astonishing one ton.

Such a heavy guillotine, not to mention how sharp the blade is, even if it has no edge at all, it can smash a person's head just by relying on its own weight.

In order to alleviate Mordrake's fear, the executioner put a black hood on him, covering his eyes.

Mordrake came to the guillotine and slowly knelt down. Although he was calm on the outside, his heart was extremely complicated. His life was about to end, and then he felt that he was so nostalgic for this world.

It seems that there are still many things that have not been done, and there are still many feelings that are worth cherishing, even if it means staying for one more second, even if it means taking one more breath of air, or even feeling the coolness of the wind.

"Your Highness, it's time to get on your way." The executioner patted Mordrake gently on the shoulder.

Only then did Mordrake realize that it was time for him to leave. His short life had ended sadly like this.

"After I die, cover my head with a black cloth and don't bury it with the corpse." Mordrake told the executioner, then slowly leaned down and rested his neck on the execution platform.