Male God, a Little Su

"I'm Christian's heir! Damn, you damn it!!"

A young man with a swollen face and ****** rushed towards Su Yan with something in his hand.

When he saw what he was holding in his hand, the crowd of onlookers immediately screamed and scattered.

Su Yan didn't move, looking at the young man who was obviously paranoid with pity in his eyes.

"I'm going to kill you!! Damn woman!"

"Miss, please hide behind me."

The robot butler bowed gracefully and protected Su Yan behind him. When he raised his eyes, a red light that was different from ordinary people appeared in his pupils. At the same time, his hand also began to change. Various mechanical parts quickly rotated and combined, and finally turned into a weapon instead of the hand.

The muzzle of the gun was aimed at the young man holding a dangerous explosive.

"Please stop your steps."

"Warning! Warning!"

"5, 4, 3... bang!"

The crazy look still stopped on the boy's face, his pupils dilated for a moment, and there was a strange sound in his throat. The body stiffened in place, and after two seconds, it fell to the ground with a bang—

Su Ro's gaze moved to the object that fell from the boy's hand and rolled on the ground.

A foot wearing military boots stepped on it, low and magnetic, and the voice came slowly with an endless cold breath.

"fake."

Su Yan hooked her lips silently and lifted her eyes.

Four eyes facing each other.

As if something was fermenting.

"Oh! Your Honorable Horace, it's a pleasure to see you again."

The housekeeper, who had just run away, has quickly put away his weapons and turned into a normal person again.

"Hello, Dirk."

Horace nodded slightly, and his golden eyes stared straight at Su Yan.

Su Yan raised her eyebrows, "His Royal Highness Horace? Staring at a lady like this, are you sure it was a gentleman?"

The girl in front of her has mysterious black hair and black pupils. She is wearing a luxurious light golden dress with romantic lace on the skirt. Her skin was as white as snow, and at the same time, her lips were as attractive as roses, which made her look even more unattainable than the goddess in the temple.

"Feel sorry."

Horace put his hand on his right chest and bowed his head slightly, "I just think you, I seem to have seen it before."

"It's a really old-fashioned way to strike up a conversation."

Su Yan lifted the hem of her skirt and walked towards Horace gracefully.

The man was so tall, his sturdy and slender figure was framed by a well-crafted military uniform, and a slap-style belt was tied around his waist. His back is straight, his facial lines are deep and alluring, and his golden eyes are reminiscent of the hot and unattainable sun.

The whole person is like an unsheathed sword, extremely sharp.

Horace was stunned, and lowered his eyes.

Just taking the girl's slightly playful expression into her eyes, she said in a voice that is more beautiful than the most beautiful musical instrument in the world: "However, I accept your approach."

...

In this year, the empire ushered in turmoil.

The high-level was washed in blood and directly changed cards.

And many aristocratic families that have stood for hundreds of years have also suddenly declined.

His Highness Horace, who was wounded on the battlefield and slumbered for many years, woke up, cleared the upper circle with his iron and bloody wrist, and held the power tightly in my hands.

The power in his original hands was terrifying, and the series of things he did after waking up buried the seeds of fear deeply in the hearts of everyone who had opposed him.

At this time, the old emperor was dying.