"Slut, don't take me for a fool, it's you who have disturbed the order of this world, although I fell into your hands, but I can also die with you! ~" Mordrak was humiliated and sat up suddenly, trying to restrain Kreya.

However, as soon as he exerted his strength, he suddenly felt a whirlwind of the world, and a sense of powerlessness surged throughout his body, as if the strength in his body was instantly emptied, and he was uncontrollably paralyzed.

"How so? My body? Modric looked at Correa in horror, not knowing what was happening.

"Hmph, Your Royal Highness the Prince, I know that you are very angry and want to break me into pieces, so, in order to calm your anger and not hurt me, in the food and wine you have eaten before, you have put soft tendons, which is a mysterious medicinal powder from the East, after eating, it will make people's limbs weak, just like soft glue shrimp." Crya snorted, her white hands gently pressed against Mordrac's chest, and then began to slowly untie his clothes.

"Crayya... You shameless, you mean! ~" Mordrake scolded in pain.

"Whatever you want, tonight, you're mine, I'm going to conceive your child, and I'm going to make him the rightful heir of Liguria in the future, hahaha..."

Mordrake instantly felt extremely ashamed, a man couldn't protect his last chastity?

"Come, my prince, and let the storm come harder." Claja laughed wildly, her voice echoing through the empty palace.

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In the middle of the night, Craya panted and threw herself on Mordrak's chest, who was pale and his strong chest heaved violently from heavy breathing.

Everything before was like a nightmare, everything was so illusory that it was unacceptable.

"Why are you doing this? Is it to get revenge on me? Or is it for other purposes? Mordrak frowned and looked at the charming Crea beside him.

At this time, Claire no longer had the cold arrogance she had before, and was completely like a gentle and considerate wife, snuggled in her husband's arms.

Although she didn't want to admit that she loved Mordrek, because the latter had done too many things to be sorry for herself, so, she held a grudge.

However, at this moment, she can't get rid of the shackles of emotion, love is love, no matter how much you deny it, if you want to forget, you can't do it.

Tomorrow Mordrake will go to the execution ground, this is the last day of his life, Correa suddenly felt a little sad, if the person he really loved is gone, and he has not had time to confess, will it become the most painful regret in his life?

Correya wouldn't allow such regrets to happen, so she had to take the last chance.

Even if it would make her pride worthless, or even allow Mordrake to take the opportunity to move back to her own dignity, she didn't care.

If you can be a husband and wife for a day, then you will be content.

"I will bear you a child, a child that belongs to us." Craya muttered softly.

"Are you crazy? You kill me, and you have to bear a baby for me? Mordrake didn't understand Kreya's mood at all, let alone her actions.

This practice of loving and killing each other is incomprehensible to most men, and only women can understand it.

"Actually, I don't want to kill you either, but there is no way, if I don't kill you, all the people who support my coup d'état will not agree, and maybe they will push us to the guillotine together, so please don't blame me." Correya held Mordrac's face and said sadly.

"What do you want?" Mordrak asked, frowning.

"I love you, if you hadn't chosen that elven slut, we would have been a couple." Crea said bitterly.

"That's none of her business, I hope you don't embarrass her." Mordrac said as he looked at Correya.

"You're all dying, do you still remember her?" Crya asked sadly and jealously.

"Craya, you have already got what you want, please don't implicate the innocent, I, Modrake, died at your hands without regret, it is regarded as my atonement for the mistakes I committed before, please let Ai go, she has been just an innocent outsider from beginning to end." Mordrac looked at Correa and said in a solemn tone, more like a last will.

"Okay, I promise you, I won't embarrass her." Clauja readily agreed, and then turned over and rode on top of Mordrac again.

After a frantic entanglement, Mordrak felt as if her body had been hollowed out, and she lay on the bed weakly, gradually falling asleep.

The next day, when the day of the execution came, Claya wiped the tears from her eyes, and she cried all night, all night.

It's hard to believe that a woman so cold and heartless could shed crocodile tears.

Maybe she is moved by her true feelings, even if she is a vicious person, I am afraid it will be difficult to be an absolute bad person through and through.

Even the hearts of the bad guys seem to have a desire for love.

The so-called sadness is nothing more than a tragedy, and the so-called tragedy is nothing more than smashing what could have been beautiful in front of you.

Correya watched as Mordrak was guillotined.

Xingtai was very high, and the sharp guillotine was lifted to a height of twenty meters above the ground.

The guillotine is about three meters long, about 60 centimeters wide, 10 centimeters thickest at its thickest point, and weighs an astonishing one ton.

Such a heavy guillotine, not to mention how sharp the edge is, even if there is no blade at all, just by virtue of its own weight, it can smash a person's head.

In order to alleviate Mordrek's fears, the executioners put a black hood on him, covering his gaze.

Mordrake came to the guillotine and knelt down slowly, although he was calm on the surface, but his heart was extremely complicated, and his life was about to end, and then he felt that he was so nostalgic for this world.

It seems that there are still a lot of things to be done, and there are still a lot of feelings that are worth remembering, even if it is to stay for one more second, even if it is to breathe more air, even if it is to feel a little more cool wind.

"Your Highness, it's time to hit the road." The executioner patted Mordrake lightly on the shoulder.

Only then did Mordrake realize that it was time for him to go, and his short life ended in disgrace.

"When I die, cover my head with a black cloth and don't bury it with the body." Mordrak spoke to the executioner, then slowly leaned down, his neck resting on the execution table.

(End of chapter)