Fast wearing witch code

Chapter 352
The original owner's answer is of course yes.

In her dreams, she wanted to get rid of the days when she was manipulated like a puppet.But as the daughter of the Grand Duke of Hill, she was destined to never have freedom in her life.

The elder sister saw what the original owner was thinking, and she told the original owner mysteriously.

She said that as long as the original owner gets married, he can get rid of the shackles of his father and live a free life.

At that time, the innocent original owner believed in her sister, and began to look forward to the day when she got married.

Not long after, it was reported that the Marquis of the Empire wanted to marry the daughter of the Grand Duke.

Originally, the marriage was supposed to fall on the original owner's sister, but the original owner's sister secretly found the Duke and forced the marriage onto the original owner.

The original owner, who believed that getting married would give him freedom, naturally agreed.

But she didn't want to think about it, if this was really a good marriage, how could her sister give up the marriage to her so easily.

This marriage is not a wishful marriage at all, but a forced marriage for the benefit of the family and face.

Not only that, the marquis who was about to marry the original owner, on the surface, was gentle and polite, but in fact he was a bastard who liked to beat and scold women secretly.

Not long after the original owner married with great hopes, he was severely injured by the Marquis. In the end, the original owner died of his injuries. He had a high fever for several days and died like that.

It was not until death that the original owner understood everything.

It turned out that her sister had known the marquis's habit of beating women long ago, so she tricked the original owner into marrying her.

It turned out that the marriage entrusted by everyone was nothing more than a marriage that the duke facilitated for the benefit of the family.

It turns out that there is no freedom at all, and everything is just a beautiful fantasy of oneself.

The dead original owner didn't hate the Marquis who beat her to death, she felt it was her relief.

She didn't hate to lie to her sister either, because it was just for self-protection.

What the original owner hated was always the unreasonable father who only had family interests and face in his eyes.

[Di, start posting tasks now. 】

[Destroy the Hill Family. 】

Manro's eyes opened slowly, and pure darkness flashed across her eyes for a moment.

After a while, her eyes were gradually stained with a gentle smile, and her warm brown pupils became gentle and harmless again.

Looking at the man who was about to lose off the court, Man Luo turned his head to look at the man next to him again, the father who poured all the hatred into the original owner, she slowly pursed her lips, and her immature voice was soft and waxy, but without a trace of waves: "Father, the outcome has been decided, can we leave?"

The calmness of his daughter made Duke Hill stunned for a moment, and after a while he nodded with rare satisfaction and praised: "Yes, my daughter of Hill must have such courage and courage."

After saying that, he held the scepter that symbolized his status in one hand, and touched Man Luo's head with a rare and loving hand. He thought it was the best reward for the girl, but he didn't see the look in Man Luo's eyes. A moment of cold light.

Leaving the auditorium, Man Luo and his group walked slowly outside the Colosseum. During the period, people looked at Hill and the others from time to time, and those eyes fell on them with envy or hatred, but no one responded.

As the nobles of the empire, they have long been used to such attention.

[Di, found the target of the raid—the target of the raid. 】

Man Luo, who had kept his head down, suddenly raised his head.

"..." The target of this raid is so perfunctory, didn't they even give the name?

The Companion was also a little embarrassed, it said in a weak tone: [Host, this time the situation is special, the target of the raid does not have a name. 】

"Your situation is not special."

Stopping the accompanying sentence, Manro looked to the place where he was prompted.

(End of this chapter)