The Law of Transmigration: The Black-Hearted God’s Domineering Love

With such endurance and IQ, it would be too ridiculous to want to use women to help him regain the throne.

I don't want to bow my head and be humble, my mouth is not sweet enough, and my heart is not cruel enough.

The fact that he can succeed like this is really all due to good luck.

But with him, it was impossible to let anything happen to Dawson.

Luo Liyan snorted again before going to lock the car door.

She wanted to return to her seat, but she fell into a hug.

At this time, Dawson had climbed out from under the single bed and sat down.

Luo Liyan deliberately pretended to be frightened and jumped forward, but her waist was instantly clasped by slender arms and she was pulled back into the embrace.

"When did you become so timid?" The man's clear voice was filled with a little smile.

Wow, such a cold person knew how to tease her. It was probably because the conversation with Donald just now made him feel happy.

Luo Liyan suppressed the joy between her brows and eyes, then moved to the side from his legs, and glanced at Dawson with a look of embarrassment, "I was very nervous just now, that's why I was scared by you."

"Is he worthy of you being so nervous? Are you afraid that he will know my existence?" Dawson's tone became colder. Although his expression did not change at all, his aura suddenly became sharper, making him a little breathless.

Luo Liyan felt a little headache due to his repeated ups and downs of mood, "Why should I be afraid that he will know your existence? I have already torn up the marriage contract. Do I still have anything to do with him?"

Dawson did not answer, but still stared at Luo Liyan, as if he was not very satisfied with the answer.

Luo Liyan's eyes widened helplessly, she pursed her lips, and breathed at him, "I'm just afraid that he will be so cruel that he will kill all his people. Then I will find no reason to regret it."

"If you're afraid, why do you have to ask for that condition?" Dawson looked serious, as if he was interrogating a prisoner.

Even if Luo Liyan had no ghosts in her heart, she still felt guilty when he stared at her like this.

"I just don't think he has the courage to kill all his people. After all, given the current situation in which he and your Majesty are confronting each other, my safety should be a top priority for him. After all, your Majesty probably doesn’t want me to marry him, and he might kill me on the way. So the people he sent here this time are firstly his most trusted cronies, and secondly, the most powerful personal guards.”

"There are not many people he can use and can truly trust. If he really wants to kill them all, he would be reluctant to part with them. There is something of a gamble here."

After Luo Liyan finished speaking, she coughed softly.

The glaciers in Dawson's eyes finally cracked, revealing a faint light.

His long eyelashes trembled slightly before looking at the little girl in front of him again, "Do you think Desmond III will attack you?"

"So that's what I thought." Luo Liyan shrugged the tip of her nose, "Of course, this is a precondition that I don't know what Feiji's internal affairs are like. But now that I know, this is no longer possible. After all, Your Majesty should not care at all about who we, Feiki, stand for."

It’s not necessarily that I don’t care.

Dawson felt itchy in his heart and wanted to reveal his identity directly and tell the little girl in front of him that he cared now.

But in the end I chose silence.