Chapter188

Finally giving up on pretending to be pitiful, Elara curled her lips into a cold smile and didn't answer his question, continuing instead:

"Or, you could tell me your true identity. Are you from a second-rate great nation? Or a first-rate great nation? Ha, it must have been hard for you to humble yourself and stay by the side of the eldest princess of this small third-rate weak kingdom for so long."

Maybe provoked by her cold words, the young man, who looked completely defeated, suddenly grew excited.

He suddenly straightened his body, lifted his face, slightly raising his chin.

His entire aura of weakness vanished. A vast, fierce, and twisted cruel energy burst out from him.

His eyes, lifted high, had turned blood red without anyone noticing.

The two blood-red patches reflected a devouring light under the sunlight.

He stared directly at Uno, who had been guarding Elara behind her.

His bright red thin lips curled into a crazy and obsessive smile, and his voice suddenly sharpened and rose:

"I knew it! I knew it! Those despicable men! Those despicable men! Did they complain about me to sister? Is that why sister suddenly treats me this coldly?"

The young man's originally delicate and handsome face twisted.

He stared fiercely and cruelly at Uno behind Elara, as if convinced that it was because of those annoying men always beside his sister that she had noticed something wrong.

That was why she now treated him so coldly.

"Hahaha! It's my fault! It's all my fault..." His eyes staring at Uno were as fierce as a hellish demon. "You, and the despicable men in the princess's mansion and Marigold City! I shouldn't have kept you all here because I was afraid of hurting sister! I shouldn't have kept you here!"

If he had killed them early on, sister would never have sensed something was wrong. She would have stayed gentle to him, hugged him to sleep every day, and personally taught him culture and martial arts.

He would have always been by sister's side, forever and ever. No one could separate them.

But now...

The young man's whole body was like a demon, filled with a thick murderous intent as dense as ink.

"Enough, Haochen. Don't force me to take action against you now."

A cold, emotionless female voice easily pierced through the young man's rage, making the fierce expression on his face freeze again.

He slowly shifted his gaze, which had just avoided Elara's eyes, toward her.

When their eyes finally met, his crazed and obsessive look faded, replaced by deep longing and pleading.

"Sister... it's my fault... sister... please don't leave me..."

Before Elara could respond, the young man seemed to remember something.

His face, full of humble begging, suddenly showed a few strands of hope.

He said impatiently, "Sister! I'll show you my true form now! I'll tell you everything! Whatever you want to know, I'll tell you. Whoever you want me to kill, I'll kill. Whatever you want me to do, I'll do! Just please..." don't leave me... please...

His voice gradually changed tone in his increasingly desperate pleading. At the same time, his body began to change too.

The cracking and shifting of bones sounded, making people's teeth ache.

Elara felt like she was witnessing a living transformation.

The skinny young man, originally only about 1.7 meters tall, was stretching and growing in front of her, as if all his bones were rapidly growing.

After a few seconds, a tall, handsome, and splendid figure appeared before her.

His features were more beautiful than any man Elara had seen in her two lifetimes combined.

His blood-red hair, like spilled blood, flowed long behind him, the ends reaching past his hips.

He was nearly 1.9 meters tall, with broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and long legs. His muscular lines were perfect.

His skin was pale and sickly, like someone who lived in darkness without sunlight for years.

This gave him a strange, beautiful, and dangerous charm.

He did not look like Rafael, nor like Haochen.

This was a completely unfamiliar face, so handsome it was almost suffocating. It was also dangerous enough to make one's soul tremble uncontrollably.

"Sister... this is my true form... are you satisfied?"

The transformed "Haochen" now needed Elara to look up to see his face.

But his gaze toward her was unchanged from before.

Humble, hopeful, pleading, crazy, and obsessive.

He spoke with a sick trembling and cautious yearning, as if Elara only needed to show the slightest dissatisfaction, and he would immediately cut off his own face and change it for one she liked.

Elara's eyes showed no emotion. In her two lifetimes, no matter how strange or unsettling the scene, nothing could greatly stir her feelings anymore.

Without replying to his mad words, Elara coldly looked at him.

"So, are you from a second-rate nation or a first-rate nation? Where is the real Haochen?"

"Haochen" stepped forward. Noticing Uno also stepped up behind Elara, his sinister gaze briefly swept over Uno, then returned to the hopeful and obedient look for Elara.

"Tell sister, can you still let me stay by your side?"

He lowered his crazy face slightly, smiled at Elara, and whispered hypnotically: "As long as sister agrees to keep me here, I can tell her everything. I can kill anyone for her, including... the person who sent me to meet sister and whom I am very grateful for..."

His gaze lingered deeply on her, as if she were his entire world.

The soft and charming voice disappeared in an instant, and his figure suddenly vanished from where he stood.

The next second, Uno behind Elara quickly drew his sword, the sharp tip pressing against the neck of the man who suddenly knelt before her.

"Haochen" did not care at all about the sharp blade that had drawn blood on his neck. His tall and slender body knelt in front of Elara. His beautiful red eyes looked at her with longing. One pale hand, with clear knuckles, protected his noticeably swollen belly, while the other gently held Elara's hand, brushing it softly against his face like a plea for affection.

"Sister, I beg you... it's all my fault... you can punish me however you want... please don't... okay..."

After he spoke, his gaze toward Elara suddenly showed hesitation. The hand on his swollen belly tightened gently.

He was carrying his sister's child.

Haochen looked at Elara, hesitating whether to reveal this secret.

His sister was the kindest. If she knew he was already pregnant with her child, maybe she would forgive him.

But just as he wanted to tell her, he suddenly saw a few strands of disgust in Elara's eyes, stronger than coldness, something he could not accept.

Disgust. Haochen suddenly squeezed Elara's hand tightly! His pleading and desperate expression was almost breaking!

"Sister... you... you can't..."

Ignoring the blood flowing from the wound on his neck, this man who could easily pick her up and hold her tightly, was crushed by her one look of disgust.

The mad killing intent that he forced down in his heart started to rise uncontrollably again.

He tightened his grip on Elara's hand, trying to calm himself by drawing warmth from her palm.

"Sister... you can't... please, sister..."

His voice trembled with madness and tears.

Just as the sharp blade on his neck was about to push inward with his movement, Elara suddenly threw off his hand without hesitation and stepped back two paces. Her eyes showed even more coldness and mockery.

"Forgive you? You brought so many people to kill me, and you still want my forgiveness?"

"No! It's not me, sister! They..." the kneeling man tried to explain anxiously, but Elara turned her head and no longer looked at him.

Madmen's words, maybe one or two out of a hundred are believable, that is already good.

Elara had encountered this before in her past life. This was her experience.

Having just been deceived, she did not plan to trust the same person again.

She sneered, no longer looking at Haochen's expression after she threw him off. Instead, she stood behind Uno and looked at the large group of people slowly gathering around.

"Hahaha! It's like the sun rising from the west! To see this crazy man kneel like a dog to anyone other than the Lord!"

"He was just a dog bored by the Lord, poisoned and crazy."

"Tsk tsk tsk, this trip was worth it. If the Lord knew the crazy dog she raised was begging others, would she peel his skin off?"

Around Elara's area, a crowd had gathered without her noticing.

Each person was tall and strong, with fierce expressions. Their strange clothing showed they were not from Plumera or neighboring countries. Their eyes at Elara, Uno, and Haochen were full of mockery, malice, schadenfreude, and blatant killing intent.

Elara scanned the crowd. There were at least three hundred people, all with deep and strange auras, clearly not easy to deal with. They seemed similar to the assassins from the Blood Clothes Tower, who handled matters that could not appear publicly.

Listening to the unhidden ridicule and laughter of the killers around, Elara's gaze returned to Haochen, who was still kneeling before her.

Haochen had hidden his crazed expression again, ignoring the insults around him. He gently brushed his face against her hand again, his voice filled with hope and longing.

"Does sister like dogs? I can be your dog too, forever yours, a well-behaved dog that listens only to you..."