The Mad Men Who Lost the Earl
In the third year of the Imperial New Calendar, the newly appointed Admiral Mandeville won a great victory against the Zerg at the border and returned to the military headquarters to report on his work.
When Flora walked into the military building, everyone who saw him fell silent.
This young new admiral had a face even more stern than his brother's, and exuded a sharp aura honed by the guns and blood of the battlefield. He was like a walking human weapon, and the mere sight of him made people tremble all over.
Several newly hired clerks from poorer backgrounds couldn't help but gather together and whisper, "I can't believe the Admiral is actually an omega?"
"It's fake, right? How could an omega be so powerful? I don't believe it."
One of the clerks was about to say something, but the bullet shot past his ear interrupted him.
The sharp sound of the wind stung his skin, and the clerk was startled. He opened his eyes wide and turned around to see Flora walking towards them with angry eyes.
"Is it worth you being so surprised that an omega has made some achievements?" Flora asked with a cold expression.
Several people were shaking like quails, looking at the general who was furious for no reason in horror.
"Someone once told me that if he set his mind to something, he could achieve it." Flora looked down at them, and as she spoke, a stinging pain flashed through the depths of her brown eyes.
"He's an omega a thousand times, ten thousand times better than me. If it weren't for him, you guys wouldn't know where you'd be rolling around in the mud right now. Prick up your ears, and use your empty heads to remember everything—"
"His name is Fuyou Beaumont." Flora looked at them coldly and asked, "All of you must remember this great name. Do you understand?"
“I…I know!” Several people were frightened by his terrifying aura and their legs and feet went weak. The timid ones even knelt on the ground, stammering as if they were about to cry.
——That is the name of the late Majesty, well-known throughout the empire. Who could not remember it!
But no one dared to speak out what was in their heart.
Flora glanced at the others one last time, then turned and headed for the elevator. She ignored everyone else's opinions and resumed her weapon-like ferocity.
It seemed that only that name could stir his emotions.
Knight Bo is now the chief of the military.
When Flora pushed the door open, she saw her blood brother sitting behind the table, staring out the floor-to-ceiling window, lost in thought.
That was the direction of the palace.
To be more precise, it was the direction of the fire three years ago.
Knight Bo sat there silently, his tall body leaning against the chair, like a breathing, dying tree.
Flora's gaze moved from the other's empty left sleeve to the side of his face covered with burn marks - Knight Bo's rash act of rushing into the fire had caused him to be seriously injured, and he was lucky to be alive.
But why did he survive and the other one didn't?
For a moment, a very despicable feeling of resentment arose in Flora's heart.
He reported the battle situation to Knight Bo in a flat tone. Although the other party did not answer, as every time before, he knew that Knight Bo must have heard it.
That's enough.
Not wanting to stay with the other person for even another minute, Flora left the office directly.
Before pushing the door open, he subconsciously glanced back. The fiery sunset shone through the window onto Knight Bo, who was sitting by the bed. He saw that Knight Bo was just staring into the distance with his dead eyes.
Perhaps, this person died three years ago, and now there is just an empty shell sitting there.
But which one of them didn’t die in the fire three years ago?
Suddenly, even the resentment disappeared, and looking at his nominal brother Flora, he felt only calm.
A calmer feeling than facing a stranger.
After returning home, Flora didn't even take off her coat. The first thing she did was to go to the window to look at the small citrus tree she planted.
The tree is growing well. It started to bloom three months ago and bore fruit a month ago. Now the fruits are as big as small walnuts. The largest one changed color two days ago.
This tree can be said to be the only driving force that keeps Flora alive.
He sat on the ground, picked up the watering can and watered the tree.
Putting down the kettle, he reached out and brushed away the leaves.
An orange suddenly rolled into his palm.
Flora stared at the yellow tangerine in his palm in a daze. After a moment, he tightened his fingers and placed the tangerine on his heart with extreme caution and strength.
My heart aches so much. It turns out that his heart was not burned out three years ago.
Flora hung her head, her hair covering her face. This bloody and brutal admiral was now crying like a child, hugging an ordinary tangerine.
"Liar, Mr. Beaumont..." he muttered, "You are a complete liar. You clearly promised me."
Drops of water fell silently along the man's fingertips.
Tick.
Blake looked up at the sky.
It's raining again.
He was currently on a planet so remote that the empire probably had no record of it.
The environment is backward and desolate, and it is already very bad, and it becomes even worse when it rains.
But Blake seemed unable to smell the sinful atmosphere in the air. He retracted his dark eyes and walked into the tavern.
Like countless times before, the man took out a photo from his pocket and showed it to the tavern owner.
The tall black-haired alpha is dressed in rough clothes and looks dusty, but the photo is well preserved, which shows how much its owner cherishes it.
When the boss saw the beauty in the photo, a flash of surprise flashed across his eyes. Then, he shook his head regretfully:
"Sorry, brother, if a beauty with such outstanding appearance appeared nearby, I would definitely be impressed."
As if he was so used to it that he couldn't even muster up any disappointment, Blake simply said thank you.
But just before he put the photo away, the big man sitting at the bar glanced at the photo and suddenly grinned with interest.
He seemed drunk, his bearded face flushed red. He looked at the bar owner and boasted, "Hey, Crich, I swear, I must have slept with such a beautiful green-eyed slut!"
The people around seemed to be accustomed to the man's nonsense, and some even whistled and cheered.
But the next second, all the sounds disappeared.
Because Blake actually grabbed the man's throat and slammed him to the ground!
The man was stunned by the blow, and the smell of alcohol had mostly dissipated. But before he could stand up and fight back, Blake immediately turned over and pressed on him, raising his fist and hitting him hard in the mouth.
The man who was hit by one punch had blood all over his mouth and his teeth were flying.
Some people around wanted to intervene, but when they saw Blake's dark eyes that looked like they were covered with blood, they were so scared that they dared not move forward and just stared blankly at this one-sided fight.
Or it could be a massacre.
Blake's expression was grim, filled with terrifying madness and ferocity. When he threw the first few punches, the man kept spitting out blood and mumbling a few unclear curses.
The cursing quickly turned to pleading.
Soon, without even a sound of begging, the man's face had turned into a pool of bloody and rotten flesh. After twitching a few times, his body became motionless.
After Blake stood up, he regained his expressionless look as he walked into the tavern. However, whether it was the devil-like aura on his body or the clenched fists that kept dripping blood, it made the people around him hold their breath and dared not breathe.
Blake walked straight up to the tavern owner and asked for a clean towel.
After wiping his hands clean, he pulled out a few copper coins and dropped them on the table. After making sure his hands were completely free of dirt, he put the photo away again.
After doing all this, Blake turned around and prepared to leave.
However, the bar owner suddenly asked, "Brother, who is that person in the photo?"
Blake was already standing at the door, but he paused at the question. After a long pause, a low, hoarse male voice finally rang out, as if he had been thinking for a long time: "My... Master."
"They all say he's dead." Blake lowered his eyes and spoke slowly, "I don't believe it."
Those few words seemed to be filled with the deepest paranoia, sending chills down one's spine. The boss looked at him, his eyes scarred beneath his tangled black hair. The depths of his eyes weren't pitch black at all, but rather a thick, suffocating liquid...
crazy.
The boss shuddered all over, he was sure of one thing.
——This man is crazy.
After seeing the extremely fearful looks from everyone in the tavern, Blake left and searched further away.
The rain has stopped.
Behind the black-haired man was a blood-red sunset.
The blood-red sunset shone into the palace.
Gena dismissed all his attendants and leaned against the cold throne alone.
Today, the red-haired Vaughn family head has become the regent of the empire - in fact, even if he sat on the throne, no one would object.
But the throne was empty.
On the luxurious golden throne, there was only an exquisitely shaped crown.
The crown is made of the most expensive and strongest alloy, and the craftsman claims that even the smallest patterns on the crown will continue to shine even after a thousand years.
A long snake snaked around the crown, holding an extremely clear, bright red ruby in its mouth. The inside of the crown was perfectly smooth, with only one name engraved on it:
Fuyou Beaumont.
Genna stroked the surface of the gem with his fingertips, as if caressing the tender lips of his lover. He was extremely thin, like a skeleton draped in fine clothes, but in his deep sunken eye sockets, his weathered green eyes still held a gleam of reminiscence.
Three years ago, Fu You was also in this position.
His ally, his lover.
his……
accomplice.
He knew so many of his secrets, and those secrets also died in the fire.
For a long, long time, just like the thousand sleepless nights before, Genna leaned against the throne alone. It lasted until dusk fell and moonlight cast a dark shadow over the palace.
He felt cold.
Ever since he fell ill, he often felt cold like this, and his consciousness became less and less clear day by day.
The watery moonlight fell on his shoulders, and he seemed to be transported back to that night of that year. Fu You's body was cold and soft, hugging him from behind like a piece of ice.
Is it an illusion? Or a ghost?
Unable to make out anything, Gena suddenly started coughing violently. He curled up beside the throne like a skinny old dog about to die.
However, the ghostly Fu You still held him, her slender white arms softly wrapped around his shoulders, close to his ear.
The ghost's voice was tinged with laughter, and his breath carried the cool, delicate fragrance of flowers. He asked, "Dear Gnar, are you managing our empire well?"
The slender, cold palm slowly covered Gena's eyes.
Like the haze brought by death.
Gunnar coughed as if he was going to vomit out his entire lung, and a sickly red soon spread across his thin face; however, as he coughed, Gunnar's tears began to flow.
Why is Fu You so cruel?
Let him hear and feel, but when he opens his eyes, he cannot see the other person's shadow in the world!
A gust of night wind blew by, and the shadows of dark green leaves swayed on the window, like the earl's strange eyes.
The palm of his hand was bright red. Gena lowered his eyes to look at the glaring bloodstain, and finally sucked the blood back bit by bit.
He has to save his vomiting; he can't die now.
He wanted to see the empire left behind by Fu You get back on track.
But how long will it take?
How long will it take before he can die peacefully?
Gena leaned weakly against the throne, shivering with cold. He could no longer hear or feel Fuyou.
Perhaps, only in the world of the dead can he see her again...
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The author has something to say: This world is over.
The next small world opens in the modern era. It is about the gentle and weak brother Xiaoyou, who is a male mother CEO who has fascinated a group of diamond men. Please stay tuned =3=
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[Top dream man/damp and sultry top x beautiful and strong NPC/high mountain flower bottom]
Xue Qianshan is a popular NPC in the phenomenal cultivation game "Dengxian".
This character is good-looking, powerful, and has a cold personality. As the guide who leads the player into the fairy mountain, he is very attentive to the player and teaches them everything he knows in the early stages of the story.
Perfectly grasps the essence of contrast cuteness.
His popularity is so high that whenever Xue Qianshan appears in the plot, screenshots of his stunning face will dominate the forums, with fans from all factions enthusiastically forwarding them.
Until this version updated with a brand new plot.
In order to protect Fancheng, Xue Qianshan died in the wilderness of the Demon Realm with only his sword.
All the players in the server were shocked.
There were tens of thousands of insulting posts on major platforms, which were full of anger and people were strongly demanding the resurrection of Xue Qianshan.
The next day, a mysterious user on the forum uploaded a mod.
The file name is -
【Snow Snow Evil Falling Strategy Mod.zip】
Mysterious User: Since the righteous Xuexue, who sticks to her heart, will die no matter what, then why not just raise her to be a good wife for everyone? ^-^]
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Xue Qianshan died in battle one day, but was reborn into his youth when he was seeking the Tao in the fairy mountains.
At first, he thought that God gave him another chance to start over so that he could save more people.
But soon, Xue Qianshan discovered that the world had completely changed after his rebirth.
The meticulous disciple's uniform turned into an unsightly garment;
The advanced elixir can actually trigger a mouth;
Whenever he entered any secret realm, the spiritual herbs would grow strange and slippery tentacles that would attack him inexplicably.
The respected teachers, close friends, and reliable fellow students all turned into monsters who only wanted to possess and imprison him.
Even passersby who only met him once had evil intentions towards him.
What was even stranger was that he could even see large, colorful words above some people's heads:
[Xuexue, my Xuexue! My dear senior brother, I finally see you again——Ahhh, bunny girl senior brother, I prprpr!! The evil mod is so awesome!!!]
[The hypnotized Xuexue is so cute. When will I realize how shy I have become? Every day is like a party with Xuexue, so exciting!]
[I joined the Medicine Sect just for this day! Xuexue, just wait. I'll give you the new medicine I've researched tonight. Hehehe——]...
It was as if he had been reborn into some personal... Ginpa?
Xue Qianshan looked down at his clothes:?
The world must be crazy.
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Fortunately, only Nie Jianzhi, his mortal enemy in the previous life, still hated him in this life.
Nie Jianzhi came from a prominent family and became famous at a young age. He had always been at odds with him and would not even bother to exchange pleasantries with him when they met.
The most important point is that Xue Qianshan is above his head and he cannot see those strange words.
Moments like this are truly reassuring.
So he decided to put aside the past grudges and work with Nie Jianzhi, the only normal person, to find a way to restore everything to normal.
Unexpectedly, Nie Jianzhi believed him and even offered to live in the same house with Xue Qianshan to protect his safety.
Xue Qianshan felt deeply guilty for his previous prejudice against others and for wrongly accusing them.
Until one day.
Xue Qianshan suddenly saw a long string of glittering golden light above Nie Jianzhi's head:
[Xuexue Fan Club President·Honorary Deluxe Custom Edition·Only Love Xuexue in This Life]
But the man stood in front of him with this dazzling title.
Those long, dark eyes, which had always been cold, stared at him intently. Nie Jianzhi asked expressionlessly, "Qianshan, do you still want to stay together tonight?"
At the same time, Xue Qianshan saw the words above his head flash and change to:
[Wife, cute, I want...]
Xue Qianshan's hair stood on end.
Monster, die quickly!
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