The whole universe is worried that the general will get a divorce

What attracts them, of course, is the face.

Time can always bury everything, wipe out all good and evil, blow away all reputations, and finally leave only a few words in the record——

Akatoli, also known as the City of Angels.

This town, which has long since perished in the future and disappeared from people's memory, does not show the slightest sign of decay at this time.

The flat and open roads extend in all directions, and there are hurried pedestrians everywhere. Countless spacecraft are shuttling among the towering buildings. Everything is so busy. It looks different from the future but is the same.

Igor stood in the dark alley, his body was hidden by the shadow, only his half-hidden face could be seen.

He walked out of the shadow slowly, bent slightly to look at the person leaning against the wall, then showed a warm smile, and reminded very gently, "The short knife is nailing your shoulder blades, standing still will hurt your blood." Flow less."

"Are you right?" He looked up and down again, a little hesitant but still maintaining a polite smile, "Ma'am?"

These two words seemed to have touched a certain nerve of the man who was pinned up. He was visibly shaken when he heard it, and even moved the tight dagger nailed to his shoulder, causing the blood that had just coagulated to flow again. It's a little dirty.

Seeing him like this, Igor clicked his tongue lightly, as if it was a pity for this, but reached out to the handle of the knife and pressed it down a little.

He didn't expect this person's reaction to be so big.

In fact, it's not really because Iger's eyes are clumsy, but that the person in front of him is really hard for people to distinguish between men and women.

The man nailed to the wall had obvious male alpha pheromones, but his physical signs were much more chaotic.

He has all the signs of a male alpha, but he has something on his chest that only a mature female omgea has.

Say he is a female alpha, the pheromones in him are wrong.Let's say he is a male alpha, he seems to be more than 01:30.

If you really want to look into it, this person is more like a female alpha with male pheromones.

In a sense, it's kind of like a genetic mutation.

Eagle looked at the person in front of him a few more times, and suddenly remembered that it seemed that this was not the first time he had seen such a person.

Before he was firmly established as the heir to the throne, the courtiers under him were all old foxes who had lived for thousands of years, and each had their own calculations. Few people really only bet on one prince, and all of them seemed to be buying. share.

A bargaining chip was given to the four princes, and he could swear to you in front of you that all the wealth of the old minister was put on you. The old man said with tears that you must not let the old minister down.

All of them are as good as thousand-year-old foxes, but they just like to let others pretend to be wolves with big tails.

In fact, it’s not a big deal if you really want to talk about it. It’s a truth that people can’t put eggs in one basket.

After all, it's okay if the pit is shallower, like those ministers who voted for his second brother, they stopped in time when they saw him die, and they lost a little but not to the point of losing money.

Having said that, it is not uncommon for people to go all the way to the dark, enter the shallow pit and bury themselves with soil instead of getting out, such as their Minister of Education Constance.

When his father was young and vigorous, Constance began to support his second brother Lancet vigorously, advising him, building bridges and paving the way, and wholeheartedly pushing him to the throne.

Eagle has always regarded Constance's behavior as a sympathy between the monarch and his ministers. It was not until his second brother died that he realized that it was more appropriate to change this sympathy into admiration.

Minister of Education Constance's identity on the surface is a male alpha, but the record in the optical brain terminal is an unknown gender.

Similar to the person in front of him, Constance is the product of a genetic mutation. While possessing the characteristics of most male alphas, his behavior is determined by all the very few female pheromones.

These pheromones make Constance fall in love with Lancet irresistibly, and by the way let him taste the bitter taste of bitter love in a not so calm young and middle-aged man.

It's a pity that such a bitter secret love has not yet come to fruition, and it ended with the death of his second brother Lancet, and Lancet didn't know Constance's intentions until his death.

Although even if his second brother is not dead and is alive and well, Constance's sincerity will not have any results in the end, and he can only pay Dong Liushui.

After all, Lancet is like a large ice sculpture that has been frozen for thousands of years on the Marona planet. It is surrounded by blue flames on the outside, but it is colder than stone on the inside. It is a creature that uses enthusiasm as a mask and loneliness as its motto.

This kind of creature wants very little, and can feel very little.

No matter whether you are passionate or hiding a needle in the cotton, you are blind in front of him.

He can't see everything and doesn't care, he will only look for a dead end and go to the dark.

It was because of this that Lanster couldn't accept it when he knew about it, and he broke it easily.

To be honest, if he broke it, he would break it, but Igor was hurt by him a lot.

Obviously he didn't even move his hand, and the civil and military ministers of the Manchu Dynasty rushed to put the shit pot on Igel's head, as if whoever was a step slower would have to keep the shit pot for themselves.

Those civil and military ministers who have no relationship with his second brother are still like this, let alone Constantine.

Since then, Constance has completely embarked on the road of fighting against Igor, and he will get involved in those who involve him, and he will also get involved in those that have nothing to do with him.

As long as it can make Iger go wrong, Constance is definitely the number one leader rushing to the front line.

Leaving aside, just mentioning his amnesia and being married, I am afraid that the credit of Constance is indispensable.

But even though he was in such a miserable life, the other ministers didn't dare to say anything on the face, but in their hearts they all felt that Igel deserved it, who told him that he was cruel and merciless, even his own brothers.

To be honest, it would be useless if he didn't say it. Iger really wanted to say that he was really wronged.

He once had that heart, but he didn't have the time to do it.

Unlike other princes who only calculated him in a down-to-earth manner, Igel lived a life full of enemies everywhere he looked.

It is enough for the other princes to deal with him, Igor, but he wants to pick all the princes and the families behind them.

He wakes up earlier than chickens and goes to bed later than dogs every day, and rushing on the road in a professional manner is not only for the throne, but also for himself to live longer.

It's ridiculous to say that almost every day he encounters twelve or thirteen cups of poisoned wine, seven or eight killers, and after finally sleeping, he has to deal with a few corpses three or four times at night.

He has messed up to this point, and the other brothers can still swear that he bullies them cruelly, as if he, Igor, is the number one bastard in the world, and no one can be more cruel and vicious than him.

Sometimes even Igor himself would be curious, how on earth did he have such a miserable life, and at the same time, there are a lot of people who think he is the most ruthless?

Thinking back now, his life as the eldest prince of the Saipan Empire is really sad. The best time in his life was when he married Carlos as a fool.

Steer leaned against the wall, panting heavily, his chest heaving up and down.

He glanced at the solid place where he was nailed, and then at the man in front of him smiling like a bright spring, knowing that he had been planted this time, and it was planted firmly.

The person in front of him was originally not in his plan. He had just come up to complete the joint task and bring the new batch of goods back underground.

But he didn't expect to see this man before he entered the city, this man with golden hair like the sun, handsome and unusual.

From the first time he saw this person, he was blinded by his own greed.Greed has overwhelmed his mind, so that he can't even think.

He couldn't think about whether he had the ability to catch him, but he just kept thinking about what level this person would be among all the goods.

Is it A grade or S grade?Or higher?

He thought for a long time and didn't think of a specific answer, but he knew that he would definitely be sold for a good price.

No, no, no, maybe it can be sold for a sky-high price, Steer stared at the face of the man in front of him, and retorted in his heart.

He believed that even those bosses who were hiding behind the scenes had never seen such high-quality goods, and they would definitely spend a lot of money for him, and they would definitely pay a lot of money to buy him.

Yes, definitely, Steer thought, he has seen countless goods, handled countless transactions, none of them is of higher quality than the person in front of him, even Nashu who only sees customers once a month Er is not as good as him.

Of course he knew that no matter how high this person was sold, he could only get a small part.

But so what?

Even that small part was enough, enough for him to get out of that damn place, enough for him to start over.

How he longed to get rid of it, how eager to start again, the hope was clearly in front of him, as long as he stretched out his hand, he could reach it.

But in the next second, he was nailed here, nailed to the wall and unable to move.

He saw the man who pinned him smile softly, and heard him address him softly as Ms.

Maybe he really was just being polite, but he couldn't bear the title, really, he couldn't bear it.

So he got angry, he wanted to say that he was not a lady, and he wanted to kill this person who called him a lady, just like he killed those people before.

But he forgot his situation, he forgot the dagger that nailed him to the wall, and he forgot that he was now a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

Prey who forget their situation never end well, so he learns his lesson quickly.

He watched helplessly as the man pushed the handle of the knife in a little more, with a gentle smile on his face, as if he wasn't the one who stabbed the knife.

The already numb pain was awakened in an instant, and he rushed towards him with fangs and claws. Steer was trembling with fear from the man's eyes in the pain.

The man in front of him had a bright smile, and his golden hair shone like the sun. At first glance, he was gentle and amiable, but the tenderness did not reach the bottom of his eyes. Looking at him was like looking at fish on a chopping board.

It's the way a hunter looks at his prey.

Steer suddenly felt scared, and the fear spread from the bottom of his heart. He had been a hunter for so many years, and he once again deeply experienced the fear of being hunted.

He was suppressed by that fear, and wanted to beg the person in front of him to give him a happy, but when he spoke, he didn't hear his own voice.

At this moment, he suddenly realized that he had lost his voice in pain and fear.

After so many years, he thought that he had made some progress, but he didn't expect that he was still the coward who was powerless to resist, the coward who was bullied by others, and the bug who would die when others pinched him.

No, no, Steer gritted his teeth, he has changed, he has changed a long time ago.

He will not die, and he cannot die. No matter what, whether he begs for mercy or kneels down, he cannot die.

Just as he was struggling to beg for mercy, he suddenly noticed that the expression of the man in front of him had changed.

The man's eerily tender smile changed into another, another kind of smile that was odd but not frightening.

As if noticing that he was looking at him, the man turned his gaze to him again, and continued to ask in his gentle voice, "Where are you going to take me?"

The author has something to say: Those who purchased the first ten chapters of the first volume to the second volume of this book before December 19 can screenshot the purchase record and ask the author for a refund, and the author will return it in the form of a red envelope.

I would like to say sorry for the fact that the card v is not updated.

The author knows what kind of person he is. If this book solves v, this book will become a pit that will never end. Except for the method of getting stuck in v, I really can’t find a way to let myself be in the chaotic three-dimensional world now. The motivation to finish without pitfalls.

To the readers who bought this book from the beginning, I'm really sorry