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Chapter 1264

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The dragons were not afraid of death. The Golden Folk regarded death as a new life, the beginning of another life. Just like in myths and legends, death and rebirth were often twin divine powers, and they were also under the jurisdiction of the same goddess.

At the last moment of her life, Aloz raised her head and looked longingly at Ferrofah in front of her. She thought to herself, "At least I can die in front of Ferrofah …"

But it was at this moment that the little female dragon suddenly saw in horror that her mate, the silver dragon girl who had always been silent, suddenly turned her head and looked at her with her silver eyes that were filled with incomparable attachment.

In the depths of that pair of pupils, the panic in Aloz's heart was reflected.

"No —!"

In her horrified voice, Ferrofah suddenly turned around and slammed into her, knocking her out of the gravitational line of the black hole.

At that moment, Aloz only felt that the world was spinning, but in her vision, she stared fixedly at the silver line that streaked across the darkness and accelerated towards the center of the black hole.

"Ferrofah —!"



In the darkness, the sound of the sea crashing against the cabin seemed to be very rhythmic, as if there was a rhythm from ancient times, long and slow, which could induce sleep. Brando did not know how many times his consciousness woke up from the chaos and fell asleep again in this slow rhythm. After repeating this several times, he could finally hear the surrounding environment clearly.

He felt a somewhat cold hand touching his forehead. It was somewhat soft, like a Roman hand. After a moment, it left, making him feel a little lost. Then there was the sound of water, and a wet handkerchief was placed on his forehead. It was cool, making him feel a little more awake.

The sound of conversation came from the darkness.

"What's wrong with the teacher, Miss Delfien?"

He first heard a voice, young but very calm, and felt that it was somewhat familiar. But his mind was in a mess, and his thoughts were in a mess. When he sank down to recall, countless memory fragments were washed up like a tide on the beach, making it impossible for him to carry out any detailed thinking.

"I don't know, maybe it's because of the wine as Mr. Liu said, but thank you Lady Martha, Brando finally survived the most dangerous period. He still has a fever now, but it's not a big deal."

The second voice was quiet and elegant, and also familiar to him, as if it was a person he had known for a long time, but he felt a little awkward.

Brando's mind was a little muddled, "Who is Delfien? Is it someone I know? Seems like it, but I can't remember, hiss … "

As usual, a stab of pain interrupted his thoughts.

"Then I'll have to trouble you, Miss Delfien." A man's voice.

"This is what I should do. Mr. Brendel is my friend, Mr. Liu."

"Then we'll go up."

"Well, he still needs to rest, maybe he'll wake up soon. If anything happens outside, you can let me know."

"I want to stay here too." A harsh, male voice said indignantly.

"Mr. Fang Qi, the teacher needs to rest, didn't you hear Miss Delfien's words?"

"My dear cousin, when adults are talking, children shouldn't interrupt."

"…"

"Please conduct yourself with dignity." Delfien said coldly.

"Then I can't let you stay in the same room with this guy alone. Miss Delfien, after we succeed, I hope you can become my empress."

"The Nine Phoenix will never be handed over to someone like you." The somewhat childish voice replied angrily.

"That's not necessarily true, my dear cousin, your Jade Phoenix clan doesn't seem to be any better."

"Hmph."

Then there was the sound of footsteps going up the stairs.

Mr. Liu sighed and chased after her.

"Mr. Fang Qi, if you still want to cooperate with me, please respect my will." Delfien's cold voice sounded.

"I don't quite understand, Miss Delfien, you clearly hate him so much, why are you doing this? Is it because of those guys on the ship? I think you don't have to care about those people. "

"Hmph, since Mr. Fang Qi is so confident, why are you still here?"

"That's because …" The man's voice was a little awkward, "There are no other ships on the sea, right?"

"That's because someone bragged about himself, but he couldn't even protect his own fleet," Delphine replied coldly. "If you don't want to get into trouble with Mr. Blank, I suggest you leave at once. Otherwise, I'll have to ask Mr. Marshal to uphold justice."

"Damn it." The man's voice was a little angry, but after a moment of silence, he relaxed a lot, "Okay, as you wish." Then he went upstairs.

After a while, Brando heard the sound of the door closing with a splitting headache.

Then there was a series of soft footsteps that went all the way to the bedside. He felt someone sit down beside him, and he could even feel the other person's gaze on him.

The room was silent, and only the sound of the waves outside could be heard. The cabin was shaking. He already knew that he was on a ship, but he couldn't remember anything else.

After a long time, he heard a faint sigh.

Then, he felt a soft and boneless hand caressing his chest. It moved slowly and finally stopped at the left side of his chest.

The hand stopped there, as if silently feeling the powerful beat of his heart.

"Mr. Brando, I've never been so close to revenge. Listen to the sound of your heart beating, so strong and strong, and I'm only a few centimeters away from it."

The woman's voice was a little pleasant.

Brando's mind suddenly tightened, as if by instinct, he felt danger, and even his muscles tensed up.

But Delfien didn't notice.

"But … … I can't do that … …"

The Prime Minister's daughter bit her lower lip so hard that her pearly white teeth sunk deep into her lips, almost drawing blood.

"How laughable … …"

"Elman once asked me, why did I fall in love with him? I've always known in my heart that I fell in love with him for the benefit of the Nidvin family. "

"Elman also understood this, but he never blamed me … …"

"Yes, I'm a cold-blooded woman, I don't know what love is, and I don't deserve to be loved. But what's wrong with that? I grew up with the grace of my family, the education I received, the good living conditions I had, everything I had, everything came from my grandfather, my father. What right do people like us have to talk about love? "

"What right do they have? What right does Elman have? We all know this very well. But what about those socialites in the capital? They're nothing compared to me. "

"Love, haha … …"

Brendel felt the woman using her fingernails to draw on his chest, and his mind gradually came back to him. He felt the fine sensation of her fingernails moving along his chest, and every time it made him shudder.

This crazy woman … …

He felt his headache begin to subside, and his memories gradually became clearer.

But suddenly, he felt Delphine close to him. She leaned down, and her upper body was on his chest. Her soft breasts pressed against his skin, and the girl's body was burning hot. He almost jumped out of bed in shock.

But unfortunately, he couldn't do it, he couldn't even move his pinky.

But in the next moment, he calmed down.

Because he felt Delfien softly sob, and she lay on his body, sobbing. The cold temperature melted in his chest, and it was tears.

"I hate you, Mister Brando, I hate you so much, whether it's the Tree Herders, or the Queen … …"

"Because you destroyed everything I had, my plan, my love for Elman, you trampled on my pride, and you didn't even realize it, I can't tolerate — —"

"That's so high and mighty."

"So I want to take revenge on you. Yes, it's not because of Elman, but because I can't tolerate being a failure. When I was imprisoned in Abies, I cursed you day after day, thinking about how to take revenge on you. I wanted revenge, and from then on, I made a plan — —"

"Haha, you even saved my life … …"

"But because of that, you killed your fiancée."

"You don't know how happy I was at that moment, Mister Brando."

This sentence was like a spark that fell into a barrel of gunpowder.

Brando felt as if there was a fire burning in his heart, and his memories became incomparably clear at that moment. The Roman, the Cat and Whisker Inn, and everything that happened in Rushta were clearly reflected in his heart.

The trip to the Elemental Frontier, the scenes were vivid in his mind, and the farewell with Romaine. At that moment, anger and regret burned his mind, and he raged and woke up.

"You deserve to die!"

Brando let out an extremely angry roar, as if he suddenly regained control of his body, and suddenly jumped up from the bed like a wild beast. Delfien, who was lying on top of him, couldn't react at all, and a hand grabbed her by the throat.

With a loud bang, she felt her back hit the cabin. The prime minister's daughter let out a muffled groan, then opened her eyes and looked at Brando with some fear.

Her face quickly lost its color, and a mixture of shock and confusion appeared on her face.

"Brando … … Don't … … Don't … …"

She trembled, as if her whole body was paralyzed with fear.

But soon, breathing difficulties came, and Delfien opened her mouth like a fish out of water. She opened and closed her mouth to breathe, but she couldn't feel the slightest bit of air.

Delfien's eyes were filled with fear, but there was a deep longing for life in the depths of her eyes. She looked at Brando pleadingly, and kept shaking her head, as if she just wanted to live.

She reached out to grab Brando's hand, and forcefully pried it open, slapped it, and used her feet to kick Brando's knee, but it was useless. Tears flowed down her face, and she let out a pleading sound, but this sound quickly became soft.

Brando coldly looked at this vicious woman, but there was no sympathy in his heart.

… …

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