C65 Don't Move My Tail(3)

The war was on the verge of breaking out. The Christine was known as the God of War, so it was naturally invincible. Brian's team did not even last half a day in his hands before they were utterly defeated.

The Christine overthrew Brian, personally ending his life and becoming the new leader of the human race. Everyone didn't have the slightest complaint. The mistake of blaming the Christine back then had already made them feel ashamed. The current situation was naturally what they wanted to see. After all, the Christine was several times stronger than Brian.

The empire once again regained its peace. The first thing the Christine did was not to reorganize the empire, but to bring his personal guards to the vast ocean to search for the mermaid who had betrayed him.

The hard work paid off. The original owner's lively and active personality had already determined that he would be arrested once again. The moment he saw the Christine, the original owner's expression was one of shock, guilt, and a trace of fear.

When the Christine saw this expression, there was nothing that it didn't understand. After bringing the original owner back, it personally supervised the construction of a house. Other than some normal furniture, there was nothing else inside. It was especially spacious and empty. But only his personal guards knew that this villa covered such a large area. There was a huge pool that contained a rare mermaid!

After Fei Rann read the plot, he felt that he was dead for sure. There was no way he could be killed. In his previous life, he had not had the time to do those things. It was normal for the male lead to forgive him. But in this life, he had done everything he shouldn't have done.

Fei Rann looked at the iron chains tied around his hands and feet and sighed deeply. He didn't expect to spit out a bubble the moment he opened his mouth. The bubble quickly rose to the surface of the water and exploded.

Fei Rann's eyes moved along the bubble. The second the bubble exploded, he clearly saw the figure on the surface of the water.

A man and a mermaid looked at each other. When they saw the cold gaze through the layers of seawater, Fei Rann could not help but shrink. This gaze was too cold and sharp. Fei Rann felt as if his throat was choked by something just by looking at it. It was difficult for him to breathe.

Fei Rann quickly looked away. He would rather see blame, confusion, and hatred than such an unchanging coldness.

The man was dressed in a well-ironed royal uniform. Luxurious golden patterns were shuttling back and forth on his specially made clothes. Even in this dark and gloomy underground, they were shining brightly. In comparison, Fei Rann was like a pitiful worm struggling in dirty mud. Darkness, pain, helplessness.

When the Christine saw that Fei Rann was scared, it revealed a wicked smile. It raised its left hand slightly and pressed on a certain spot on the wall. Fei Rann felt the water under his feet moving slowly. After a moment, he felt the water under his feet move slowly. He was supported by a round table and slowly rose up.

The round table slowly rose, but the length of the iron chain was very limited. Fei Rann was forced to lie down. Only when the iron chain reached its limit did the round table stop. Four small paths appeared in the direction of the four iron chains, directly leading to the round table.

The Christine lifted its foot and stepped onto one of the paths, and walked towards the center of the round platform, step by step. The footsteps were slow and powerful, as if they were stepping on Fei Rann's heart. Finally, the Christine arrived in front of Fei Rann. This period of time seemed to have passed in Fei Rann's heart for as long as a year.

The feeling of waiting was not good.