[Comprehensive Classics] Killing the Classics

Even if all the memories are lost, there are some things that have always been engraved in the depths of consciousness and have never been lost.Anya vaguely remembered that she came from modern times, and gained some scattered knowledge from that long river of memory... Although she still can't make an accurate definition of this thing that has been controlling her all this time, now, Anya can roughly judge Figure out what kind of existence it is.

It must rely on human souls to exist, can modify and plunder people's memories, is good at deceiving people and giving choices, and has a huge and precise sea of ​​consciousness, or rather a database... Although it is a bit shocking to have self-awareness. Surprised, but if Anya's judgment is correct, it should be something she has heard of or even encountered more than once... However, it was definitely not on her from the beginning.Anya's intuition told her that the reason why she was able to travel through the world was not because of this thing...

Although I still don't know the name of this thing, one thing is certain, that is, the original function of this thing is exchange. It is very likely that after deriving self-awareness, it also has the ability to issue tasks, just like the one who gave The existence of Anya's scumbag task is the same... It has power that ordinary people cannot possess, it can control and cause time travel, and even allow her to choose the object of possession... Anya can't help but think, if this thing finds itself in a short time Still unable to suppress her consciousness, will it choose to use that power to lure her, or will it simply use that power to jump onto other people?She hoped it was the former, so that at least the accident could be kept under control.

She should have had strength before, otherwise, relying on the strength of this thing, how could she be reduced to the current state of lingering?The old things have to be brought back slowly... Anya thought about it, curling her fingers slightly.After feeling the familiar human body temperature, she opened her eyes and controlled her new body to sit up slowly.

The count was half-kneeling in front of her, watching her movements.After Anya sat up, he stood up, and his expression returned from concern to politeness: "Miss Windsor?"

Anya smiled, moved her arms, and stretched her fingers in front of her.The slender fingers are as white as jade, and the skin that has been nourished by spices and silk since childhood is much more delicate than that of ordinary Westerners, even more delicate than some Easterners.The nails are trimmed into a round shape, covering the fingertips like shells. They are not painted with any color, but the pink flesh color is full of youthful breath.Just by looking at such a hand, one can feel what a magnificent beauty Haiide should be.

The count took a step back and asked, "Are you satisfied with this body, demon messenger?"

"I can't describe how satisfied I am, just like I can't express my gratitude to you." An Ya said, leaning on the chair cushion naturally, with her legs together and slightly curled up.Her posture was too natural, and her temperament was exactly the same as that of Haiide. This appearance could almost be mistaken for the real one, and even the earl's eyes couldn't help being dazed for a moment.But soon, he woke up from his confusion: "Is your surname really Windsor?"

Anya smiled in surprise: "What are you talking about?"

The count said in a low voice, "I am now beginning to believe that you are the devil's servant."

Anya thought for a while and said, "I think you are restless now, and I'm afraid you can't discuss more things. But what I want to say is, since the current situation cannot be changed, why not follow this situation How about going forward?" She stretched out a hand to the count, her voice was soft, "Come on, you are the most trusted and closest person Haiidee has in this world, you should know what you want."

The count knelt on the ground and kissed her hand: "Yes, my princess." When he stood up, he had returned to his previous appearance, calm and personable.

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I don't know if it's because of the familiarity with the Earl's voice, but Anya has always had a great affection for him.She has always admired such a man, who is determined, always knows what he wants, and will continue to work hard for that goal.The most important thing is that the earl is not a person like St. John who completely separates emotion from reason, but when he realizes that his hatred will affect his life, he can decisively bet everything on on revenge.Although he lived for the sake of grievances, his actions were not sloppy, and he was always very decisive. This was what Anya admired the most.

In the next period of time, the earl was not in a hurry to let Anya participate in his revenge plan.After he had completely calmed down, he once had a conversation with Anya, and the center of it naturally revolved around the division of labor in revenge.The Earl naturally hoped that he could personally avenge all his enemies, but those were also included in Anya's goals.

The Count of Monte Cristo's attitude has been very clear, he can't give up his enemy.Anya thought for a while and said to him: "Actually, we just have the same goal, but the purpose is different. You can completely use me as a pawn to participate in your plan."

"You want me to use Haidee as a pawn, Miss Windsor?"

Anya said calmly: "I know what you mean, but now I have to use Haide's body to achieve my mission. You have also seen that I cannot free myself from a person's body unless I die. Would you be willing to see Will you not be able to wake up until Haidee dies? What you pay attention to is the heart, not the blood of Iron Bellin on the surface, my friend."

The Count of Monte Cristo sighed: "I understand." He stared deeply at Anya, "Would you swear not to harm Haiidee's body or even her soul, and complete your mission without hindering my plan?"

"I swear that Haiidee will return intact, when everything is settled." Anya raised her hand and said seriously.

The count thought for a while, then said: "There will be a banquet in Auteuil in a few days, I hope you can attend as my female companion at that time."

"Auteuil? What are you going to do with Cavalcanti?"

"As long as there is money, there is always a shortage of actors. Don't worry, I have found a more suitable person for the job--and I don't think there will be any more suitable person. I ask you again, Do your targets include the Prosecutor de Villefort, the Comte de Morcerf, the banker Danglars, and M. debray?"

Villefort, who betrayed his wife and intends to kill his own son and shield criminals; Morcerf, who betrayed his lord, sold his benefactor's children, and framed his cousin's fiance for his own desire; Danglars, who framed his colleagues because of jealousy and betrayed his daughter's marriage for money Debray, who became Madame Danglars' lover because of money and lust|lust, but abandoned her because of fame and money... Anya smiled: "You have one less thing, Caderousse. He committed suicide lost his wife."

Without Anya's interruption, Caderousse would naturally get what he deserved, and even everyone would be punished for their actions.But Anya now has to participate in the Count of Monte Cristo's revenge.There is a figurative metaphor that can be used to describe what she does, and that is to take a share.The Earl might not get any benefits from the revenge incident, but Anya had an intuition that she would definitely get some benefits.

The count looked at Anya: "Do you know anything?"

Anya said bluntly: "You rescued Caderousse just to let him go to Benedetto. Benedetto will definitely find a way to kill him to prevent future troubles. But now Benedetto Benedetto himself is dead, what are you going to do? He will recognize the false Benedetto. After all, he killed his wife for money, let me give him what he deserves. "

Qianqian was holding a long pipe in her jade hand, and the spices were burning in it, exuding a fragrant breath.The current owner of those hands is still beautiful, but he can say words that kill a person's life without changing his face.The Count of Monte Cristo looked at this familiar face and said in a low voice, "Are you sure of your conscience?"

"I'm just serving others." Anya said, raising her pipe.The smoke from burning spices obscured her face.Haidee thought that the count was just ordinary to her, but who could really resist her charm?The count may have been tempted by Haiidee long ago, but he couldn't accept Haiidee because of his past and the purpose of revenge... If he didn't really love her, how could such a determined person be shaken by this face? ?

The count stood up: "Do you want to meet Andre in advance?"

Anya smiled: "As you arrange, my lord."

The count thought about it, and dismissed his thoughts: "I will send you to Auteuil in advance."

With Anya's participation, the revenge plan must be re-enacted.After the Count of Monte Cristo and Anya confirmed the outline of the plan, they left the room.And Anya grabbed a handful of gems and pearls from the handbag beside her, and watched them refract beautifully in the dim light.

Money, no matter what kind of world you are in, money is the most important thing.But if you want to acquire a huge amount of property, you can enjoy a luxurious life in your youth and middle age... In such an age, how can you not take risks?

And that price...how can it be done if it is not charged?Anya lowered her eyes, and a cold smile appeared on her lips.Whether it is to live up to love, or to betray family and friendship, fate must be fair...