[Comprehensive Classics] Killing the Classics

This is a rather luxuriously decorated inner room, with precious jewelry and antiques embellishing it with a strange oriental style.The count hastily opened the curtain and walked in without calling the maid to inform her mistress.This situation made the young girl who was sitting in the room half-sit up in amazement, supported her body with her elbow, and covered her lips with the other hand, showing a surprised and sweet smile: "You are welcome, My master—forgive me, because this is the first time, so I am a little at a loss."

"I'm sorry, this was my negligence, Haidee." The count said, and he put the young man in his arms on the cushion beside him.

The young girl laughed.She wore a splendid dress, trimmed with silver thread, with pearl buckles, precious silks, and exquisitely cut, giving it a splendor of beauty which, however, could not conceal the beauty of Haidee herself.She has a beauty that doesn't seem to belong to this world, her skin is smooth and fair, and every part of her figure is perfectly proportioned.Had she stood still, someone would have mistaken her for marble.The youthful color makes this girl look even more dazzling.She was like a real princess, no one thought she would be a slave girl.

"How could I blame you for this? I am very happy about this, because it means that you still regard me as your slave girl." Haiidee's voice was very sweet, the syllables were bright, and her eyes did not show any shadow. "Aren't you my master, and am I not your effort? Treat me as you please, and I'll be very happy as long as you don't talk to me so politely."

Her affection does not need words and actions, just a look, a sigh that seems to be nothing, is enough to make people feel enchanted.This kind of skill is what every woman longs to master, and Haiidee has a natural advantage—she is young, beautiful, and her beautiful face makes it easier for her to impress people.Even the earl had to be moved: "You are free, Haidee. I remember we discussed this issue."

"Freedom." The young girl sighed, half complaining and half coquettish, "You always say this word to me, but what good does it do me? If freedom means leaving you, then I would rather Your slave forever. My lord, you brought to me an unconscious man?"

The Earl was delighted that she had so quickly diverted the conversation to where the Earl wished, but could not help feeling pity for her.As a noble princess, Haidee had to learn to live by looking at people, and this situation was completely caused by their common enemy.He didn't say any more, and got to the point: "Look at him, do you think he is handsome, Haidee?"

Haide looked at the unconscious young man and replied, "He is very handsome, but he is not as handsome as you."

The Count of Monte Cristo knew his place in Haidee's heart, so he just laughed off this praise: "There may be a devil hidden under the beautiful appearance."

Haidee looked at the count questioningly: "Is he a bad man?"

"Listen, Haidee." The count noticed that the person lying on the cushion showed signs of waking up, so he didn't explain further, but asked directly, "If I need to kill this young man for something, how can I end his life?" A young life, and then you have to use your own body to help us achieve the same common purpose—would you agree?"

"Oh, my lord!" exclaimed Haidee, her black eyes shining with joy, "I am not yours from the inside out! Do with me if you like!"

"Aren't you going to ask why?"

"If it can help you, my answer must be: 'Yes, my lord.' There is no doubt about that." Haidee said with certainty.

Received her affirmative answer, the earl smiled.He trusted Haidee as Haidee trusted him. "Do you still have the pistol I put here with you?"

"Here it is." Haidee picked up a bag from her side and handed it to the count.

The count was a little surprised: "Did you just put it on your body?"

With a smile on her lips, Haiidee said with touching trust and emotion: "I will always be with you, because this is your thing! As your property, I shouldn't share it with your other things. Does everything get along as well?"

The count took a step back and said with a sigh: "Haidee..." He took out the pistol from his handbag and looked at the small gun designed for ladies.There were even jewels inlaid on it, but no one would underestimate the lethality of such a thing.Haidee turned her back on him and put her hands to her ears.The young man on the ground groaned, as if he was about to wake up.The count put the muzzle of the gun to his temple and pulled the trigger.

The blood stained a beautiful flower on the blue cushion.

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After being caught off guard and being deprived of the power to control her body, after only a moment of confusion, a space full of mist appeared in front of Anya again.

Anya soon realized her current situation.Her mind has always been very calm, and it is the same now.Even if Anya had been attached to Benedetto since birth, her identity in this world could never be Benedetto.No matter how extravagant the consciousness that claimed to be her was, it probably didn't expect one thing—although Anya lost her memory, some things had already been deeply engraved in her soul.

She used to be an ordinary human being; she was able to travel through countless "classic" worlds, with the purpose of changing the established destiny by herself, in short, she was a scumbag; It is a woman who is destined to be delayed by a scumbag, not anything else.

This is not like those so-called "original works" that gave her strange hints, shackles on some of her thinking, or inexplicably appeared in her mind, as if they were born to remind her, it really belongs to Anya Consciousness, as if she knew her name was Anya from the beginning.And that thing, no matter what, can't be her, and its purpose is definitely not to help her, unless she bows to it... Anya lowered her eyes slightly, and said calmly: "You're here, right?"

The white mist was misty, and there was not a single sound.Even Anya's voice seemed to sink into the sea, and there was no echo.But she did not give up, and continued: "I know you must still be here. You should have seen what happened just now, right? You must know better than me what kind of person the Earl is. I can't always control that body, and in order to eliminate future troubles, what method do you think the Earl will choose?"

There seemed to be a slight laugh in the mist.Anya shook her hands, her voice was calm, as if she was describing something unrelated to herself: "If I can't return to that body, or even control Benedetto's body for a long time...but I can appear from time to time Outside, then he will kill Benedetto."

"Are you so sure?" The voice finally rang out, and a cloud of mist slowly gathered to form a human shape.When the fuzzy shape slowly freezes, Anya is so sick that she wants to vomit.Compared with Westerners, it has a petite figure and oriental facial features. Even if it has no color, it can be seen that it is imitating Anya's own appearance.

Did it think that this would convince Anya that it was part of her own consciousness?Do not make jokes!The anger that had been accumulated in her heart filled up all this time, Anya opened the corner of her mouth coldly, her voice was still soft and flat: "Aren't you just 'me'? Don't you know what I think?"

The group of figures fell silent.Anya's voice became softer: "Even if there is only a [-]% possibility, it is very dangerous... If I am really killed, what will I do next? You know, the reason why I am in these worlds I shuttled back and forth in my life, in order to change my fate. But this time, not only did I possess a man, but I couldn’t communicate with him at all, let alone how to use his body. If I was killed like this..."

"It was just an accident." The human figure said immediately, "The reason why you came to this body was just an accident. As long as you find a suitable host, your soul can be preserved."

Anya sneered secretly.One sentence reveals the prototype, and it seems that its level is not very good.Can the soul be preserved?I'm afraid it is also afraid that if Anya's soul dissipates, it will lose its host... It is not Anya's own consciousness, but it exists by Anya; it has swallowed many memories, and it can provide "original" as a reference ... Anya always felt that there seemed to be something in her memory that fit her description... What could it be?

"But even if I find a suitable host, how can I transfer it to her?" Anya asked.This is her biggest concern.She knew that if the task failed during the possession, her consciousness would be imprisoned in a corner until the end of the character's lifespan.Although this accident was caused by that thing alone, if it can provide a method to transfer the host body, does it mean that in other worlds, she can also use this method to transfer?Just like in the last world, if she could choose to give up Rosamund's body and possess Jane's body, I'm afraid she won't fail in the end... Although her fate has still been changed, Anya's purpose can be said has not been achieved.

Another thing she is most concerned about is whether this kind of transfer has a limited target, such as whether it must be transferred to a woman whose fate is implicated by a scumbag... If not, then her choice will undoubtedly be much more .But in that case, the challenge is also reduced a lot.Anya wanted to get a definite answer from that thing now, but I'm afraid it won't let go so easily.

That thing really avoided talking about it, and said: "If there is a suitable host, I will remind you and help you transfer."

Anya was very annoyed, but there was nothing she could do about the situation.Although it is still a situation where both sides are hurting, that thing is undoubtedly much more capable than her.It would be great if she could get more power...

At this moment, Anya suddenly felt dizzy, and the piercing burning pain seemed to come out of her temple.She shook her head vigorously, frowned and said, "This is... what's going on?"

Before he finished speaking, the scene in front of him suddenly changed, the space filled with white mist disappeared, and a luxuriously decorated room was replaced.The count stood with a small pistol, and at his feet lay the dead Benedetto.And at the other end of the room sat a young Greek beauty.Anya realized that it was Haidee.

As if sensing her presence, the Earl walked to a mirror and lifted the silk covering it: "If you are still here, Miss Windsor, there is a lady who is willing to offer herself as your container, and Will you promise to get her body and help me without harming her?"

The Earl's voice was very calm, but it was not hard to hear a tremor inside.It definitely wouldn't be the first time for him to kill someone, but... it might be the first time for him to make a deal with a so-called "demon".

Anya tried to walk in front of the mirror, but of course the mirror was empty and couldn't reflect her shadow.She turned again and looked at the Greek beauty.Haiidee had a look of surprise on her face, but her beautiful face had a different kind of charm.Even if she just sits there motionless, she has a charm that makes people fall in love at first sight.

Every woman wants to be beautiful.When facing Hai Dai, Anya couldn't help thinking, if only she could have Hai Dai's beautiful appearance.

The voice sounded: "I found a suitable host, may I ask if you want to possess it?"

Anya was taken aback, and the familiar feeling in her heart grew stronger and stronger.She lowered her eyes and thought for a while, then said lightly: "Yes."

She seemed to...know what it was.