double win

He, has he gone back?Are you back in Domoria?

I really want to go and see him, but no, I can’t go, after I hurt him badly, I no longer have the right to love him, let alone the right to see him.

Huase, I'm sorry, I shouldn't force you to do that kind of thing, but, I love you, I really love you very much, I really regret not meeting you earlier, if I could meet you sooner, you will definitely Love me, you will not love him, my half-brother Fabaret Clive Ram, nor let him get ahead of me.

Protoss, Kabaka in the realm of the gods, a handsome man who looks like an evildoer got up with his shoes on, wearing only a pair of boxer briefs on his whole body, and walked towards the wardrobe with elegant steps.

The man opened the closet, reached in and took out a silky white shirt and a pair of black trousers. The man turned and walked towards the big bed. He put the shirt and black trousers on the big bed, and he was not in a hurry to put them on. superior.

The man put his clothes on the big bed and went to take a shower. He didn't even look at Honda Huase who was sitting on the bed with his knees hugged in front of the bedside table in the middle of the big bed.

The man didn't wash for a long time. After washing his whole body casually, the man came out wearing a white silk bathrobe. The man walked step by step, and didn't stop until he was very close to the Honda Huase.

"He's looking for you, he's looking for you like crazy." Manzarella said, his light purple eyes looked at Honda Huse, not letting go of every expression on Honda Huse's face.

"You've been thinking about him, haven't you?" The person on the bed was silent, his bright black eyes were always staring out of the french window, following its gaze, a few birds were flying freely outside the french window.

"You want to leave?" The light purple eyes showed displeasure.

He is his, the Honda Huse is his, he can't go anywhere, even go back to his country!

"Do you think I can go away?" Finally, he stopped being silent, Honda Hese turned his eyes to look down at the arrogant man exuding the air of a royal aristocrat looking down on him, and he even shook the ankle on purpose The iron chain, the iron chain made a crisp sound, as if accusing the man of his evil deeds towards Honda Huase.

"Oh... dear devil, are you provoking me? Trigger my last bottom line against you." Manzarella bullied Honda Huse, and forcefully grabbed Honda Huase's thin chin with his hands to face himself.

"Manzarella, why bother, the person I love is not you, I love..." Before Honda could finish speaking, Manzarella pressed him down, and his clothes followed suit. With sudden and frantic movements it was ripped off and thrown to the ground.

Honda Hese didn't push him away, nor did he resist, he lay motionless under Manzarella and let Manzarella move wildly.

Halfway through, Manzarella stopped, raised his head, and put his arms on both sides of Honda Huase, "Just let me treat you like this? Don't you resist? Obviously you have recovered your magic power "Honda Huase said nothing, and turned his head to one side.

Although he has recovered his magic power, he has only recovered half of it and has not fully recovered. Now he is not Manzarella's opponent at all.

"Hase." Manzarella called softly.

Honda Huise nodded after hearing this, but did not respond.

"If I could meet you earlier, earlier than him, would you fall in love with me?" Manzarella turned and got out of bed, turned to look at Honda Huase and asked.

In fact, the answer was already clear, and the reason why he asked was because he still had a glimmer of hope.

"No." Honda Huase replied without hesitation.

After hearing this, Manzarella didn't make a sound for a long time, he just looked at Honda Huase, with a look of hurt and disappointment in his purple eyes.

That look was fleeting, and then it was replaced by a dark and arrogant gaze.

"Before I kill you, let's go!" Manzarella snapped his fingers, and the iron chain on Honda Huase's ankle snapped.

Hearing this, Honda Huase moved slightly, and then, almost instantly, he disappeared.

Looking at the familiar leaving figure outside the window, Manzarella smiled, but there was a touch of bitterness in that smile.

However, shortly after Honda Huase left, Clive Ram, a nobleman from the demon world of the Domo Kingdom, rushed in with a sword in his hand, looking furious and murderous.

He kicked open the bedroom door of Manzarella, the king of the protoss, pointed his sword at Manzarella and yelled, "What did you do to him?"

"What did you do to Kase?"

Manzarella was quite calm. He crossed his arms and leaned against the wall, looking at Clive Ram provocatively, "What? Didn't he tell you? How did I fuck him and love him? .”

"Damn it, you bastard!" Throwing away the sword in his hand, Clive Ram punched Manzarella's handsome face.

Manzarella was a bit late in reacting, and abruptly took the fist that Clive Ram was attacking. Clive Ram's fist was so powerful that Manzarella took a few steps back, and the corners of his mouth still leaked. Blood.

"Why do you..." Clive Ram gritted his teeth and stared at Manzarella with hateful eyes.

Mansaray stretched out his tongue and licked off the blood stains from the corner of his mouth. He took advantage of Clive Ram's absent-mindedness and punched Clive Ram. In an instant, Clive Ram's handsome face swelled up.

"Bastard, you actually hit me, huh, settle the old debt with the new one!" After speaking, Clive Ram rushed forward and wrestled with Manzarella.

The two fought fiercely. They did not use magic power, but real hand-to-hand combat. Wherever they went, things in that place would suffer.

The fight lasted for an unknown amount of time, and the hand-to-hand combat ended when Clive Ram beat Manzarella to the ground with a sweep of his legs.

Manzarella stood up somewhat wobbly, looked at the man who had defeated him and fainted, and smiled unconsciously. This man was really what Use liked, and he really couldn't compare with him.

Time passed quickly, and two years passed in a blink of an eye, and Manzarella and Clive Ram had to fight together to send Clive Ram to Dormor, and he never saw Clive Ram again. Tom, the latter hasn't looked for him since that fight, and even Honda Huase hasn't contacted him. Manzarella is also happy and leisurely, immersed in political and state affairs every day, just like this, two years time passed.

One day two years later, Manzarella got up, dressed, washed his face, took a shower, and had breakfast as usual, but when he lifted the quilt and saw two small bodies on the bed, he was frightened and froze, not calm anymore.

"Oh... who are you? Why are you at my house?" Manzarella immediately jumped up from the bed and jumped to a position a few meters away from the bed.

And the little blond boy on the bed rubbed his eyes, yawned and said, "What is this for? He was sleeping well, and suddenly he yelled, can he let him sleep?"

"You..." Manzarella recognized the boy. Isn't this the nephew of Clive Ram's son, Komatsu?It's hard not to be recognized, with that shiny golden hair.

The blond boy fell asleep after speaking, but the four-year-old boy on the other side woke up at this moment. He opened his eyes as dark as the night, looked at Manzarella innocently, and looked at Manzarella. Sareira yelled sweetly, "Hello, Uncle."