The darkness and distortion hidden beneath the surface of civilized society, the eerie whispers that only rise in the dead of night!
The day the sea fog rolled in, the world turned into a lon...
Then, the Grand Duke of Milan said to Eros and Doreen:
"You guys go play with Selina for a while first."
As he said this, he took the initiative to walk towards the study. Before leaving, he winked at his younger brother, indicating that he should follow him.
In the study, Grand Duke Milan turned his back to his brother and frowned:
"If you have anything to say, just tell me now."
Horst organized his words and said, "The child of Grand Duke North has reached Sequence 6 at the age of 20."
"He may be able to enter the extraordinary realm in the future, and he has the rare blood of the elves. Why is Big Brother pushing him away?"
"If he really likes niece Doreen, shouldn't we bring them together?"
"When the time comes, let them have a dozen or twenty children, and adopt one to our Milan family. Then, won't our family also be able to have elven blood in the future?"
Just as Horst was getting more and more excited and felt more and more right, he didn't realize that his elder brother's face had turned as black as the bottom of a pot.
You want my precious daughter to have more than ten or twenty children with her body? Do you think she is a big black wild boar that can give birth to eight babies?
The Duke of Milan became more and more annoyed the more he listened. Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore and grabbed Horst's collar with one hand and walked out into the yard.
Horst was talking excitedly when he was suddenly interrupted by his elder brother. He was still a little confused:
"Brother, what are you doing? I feel like what I said makes sense."
The Grand Duke of Milan did not answer, but dragged his brother out with an expressionless face.
After arriving in the yard, he threw Horst to the opposite side with a flick of his hand and said indifferently:
“Take action!”
Horst: “Huh?”
A few minutes later, the Archduke of Milan cursed and punched.
"I'll let you give birth to a dozen or twenty children..."
"I made you say that it makes sense..."
"I'll let you..."
[QAQ stayed up late to code again, until four in the morning...]