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Si Fuqing has also watched Xu Lingchu's movies, and she also approves of them.

If Xu Lingchu were still around now, he would definitely be an international Grand Slam Best Actor.

She clenched her fingers, then unclenched them, and went to the hotel where Greta was staying.

At this time, Greta was removing her makeup in front of the mirror contentedly.

She had just taken off her false eyelashes when there was a bang, and the door to the presidential suite was kicked open.

Before Greta could react, her hair was grabbed.

The pain of her scalp being torn off made her burst into tears.

She was forced to raise her head, and the next second she met a pair of cold fox eyes.

「!」

Greta's heart skipped a beat.

When she saw the owner of her eyes clearly, she was shocked and angry: "Si Fuqing, what do you want to do? Don't you want to be in the entertainment industry?"

Dare to break into her residence directly?

Where is Glen?

The highest performing arts palace in the world.

Of course technology is also very advanced. There are cameras everywhere. What can’t be captured?

Greta couldn't believe that Si Fuqing just grabbed her neck and dragged her out.

She screamed at the top of her lungs: "Si Fuqing, please let go!"

But she screamed so loudly that even the staff passing by didn't even see her.

What's going on? !

"Shh-" Si Fuqing said, smiling coldly, "I'm scared now, what are you going to do later?"

No matter how much Greta screamed, no one paid any attention to her.

She was dragged all the way into another hotel by Si Fuqing.

After seeing Sang Yanqing, Greta suddenly opened her eyes wide and blurted out: "Why are you okay!"

She used Xu Lingchu’s incident to lure Sang Yanqing to commit suicide. Why is Sang Yanqing sitting here so well?

"What's the matter?" Si Fuqing looked at her, "Is it just your little energy that interferes?"

Hearing this, Greta's heart skipped a beat: "How did you..."

"How do I know?" Si Fuqing wiped his hands and stepped forward slowly, "How about trying real spiritual intervention?"

Greta's pupils shrank suddenly, her mouth opened, and her smile was very forced: "You...what are you talking about..."

Si Fuqing pressed her head with one hand and said calmly: "Try, you won't die."

"Boom!"

It was as if something exploded in my mind.

For a moment, Greta's vision fell into darkness, and her whole body was pulled into an illusory nightmare.

Level after level, the cycle continues, unable to advance or retreat.

In this endless nightmare, Greta saw all the lives she had touched since she entered the entertainment industry.

She was wrapped in dripping blood and kept screaming, but she couldn't escape at all.

Sang Yanqing saw Greta's eyes were dull, cold sweat was pouring out from her forehead, her facial muscles were shaking, and her face was as pale as paper.

While she was happy, she was also a little curious: "Qingqing, she is..."

"I am trapped in my own spiritual world." Si Fuqing said nonchalantly, "If you like to interfere with other people's spirits, you should try it yourself."

Sang Yanqing is a little confused: "Spiritual world?"

"Onmyoji pays attention to the soul and the body, while the evolver values ​​the spirit." Si Fu poured a glass of water, took a slow sip, and added, "She thought she was an evolver and had some evolutionary genes, but it's a pity that she didn't. Ability, I learned a little bit about hypnosis, I thought it would make a difference."

Sang Yanqing felt that he needed to reconstruct his world view.

She can accept Onmyoji, but what the **** is an evolver?

Thirty minutes later, Si Fuqing snapped his fingers and released Greta's mental control.

"Ah——!!!"

Greta let out a shrill scream.

She clutched her head and suddenly collapsed to the ground.

The pain in her brain was completely unbearable and she kept rolling on the ground.

"Si Fuqing, what on earth do you want to do?" Greta was devastated, "How dare you kill someone?"

She still doesn't understand what Si Fuqing did to her.

"Oh?" Si Fuqing smiled, "You said you wanted me to commit suicide quietly so that the public would think I had depression. Do you think I can do that?"

The tone of this sentence was flat, without any ups and downs, as if he was just asking what kind of tea he would like to drink today.

But Greta felt unprecedented fear. She was sweating and screamed again.

"Click!"

Si Fuqing's fingers reached out like lightning and locked her throat: "You are noisy, shut up."

"Si Fuqing, hahahahahaha, you are dead." Greta gritted her teeth and said with a stern expression, "I have a chip on my body and I have contacted my father just now. My brother must also know about it. !"

"The economic lifeline of the entire Western Continent is in the hands of my brother. Don't even think about going back to Daxia. You can just wait here to die."

Greta looked a little crazy: "If you dare to touch me, you and your family will be buried with me!"

"Really?" Si Fuqing said in a calm voice, "Then I will accompany you to wait for your brother."

**

On the other side, the Principality of Muston.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, the king invited Raphael to have dinner in the palace.

"Brother." The king coughed lightly and pushed a stack of official documents over. "This is a matter that has been accumulated recently. Please help me deal with it."

After speaking, he clasped his hands together, his eyes only revealing one signal——

Please.

Raphael waved lazily and refused ruthlessly: "No, don't disturb me, I'm pursuing a young lady."

The king was stuck for a moment, and then jumped up like a rabbit: "Miss, young lady?"

There are many members of the royal family of the Principality of Mouston, but there are not many direct descendants.

The inheritance passed down to Raphael’s generation, and only two brothers remained.

What worries the ministers most is that the two brothers are not married yet and there is no heir to the throne.

When the king wanted to ask more questions, the butler knocked on the door: "Your Majesty, Your Highness, this is Mr. Noam."

The king said: "Come in."

"Your Majesty, Your Highness." As soon as the middle-aged man came in, he knelt on one knee on the ground. He looked anxious, "My daughter Greta just sent me a distress signal. She was killed by an evildoer in Grain. Miss Xia was caught."

"That Daxia woman actually wants her life. This is simply provoking the authority of our Muston royal family. Please, Your Majesty and Your Highness, save her and punish that Daxia woman severely!"

Raphael finished the last bite of steak and looked at the king with questioning eyes: "Who is Greta?"

The king said blankly: "I don't remember either."

He was almost overwhelmed by all kinds of official duties. How could he have time to remember the titles conferred by the previous king?

"Okay." Raphael stood up, "I just want to go to Grain to meet my friends, Uriel, let's go."

King: "..."

He hates.

Not only did he fail to push the affairs to Raphael, but he had to be pulled out by him.

"Thank you, Your Majesty. Thank you, Your Highness." The middle-aged man was overjoyed. "We will definitely remember the kindness that Your Majesty and Your Highness have shown to Greta."

**

Grain is close to the Principality of Muston, an hour and a half flight away.

In this hour and a half, Greta once again realized what it means to live worse than death.

She is constantly in endless nightmares

When she couldn't bear it anymore, Si Fuqing pulled her out again.

And so it goes.

Greta was on the verge of collapse.

She started to roar and hit the wall. She even broke her head and couldn't get rid of the mental torture.

"Si Fuqing, you devil!" Greta went crazy, "You are not a human being!"

"What is this?" Si Fuqing was unmoved, "You haven't been forced to commit suicide, have you?"

"Bang!"

At this time, the door was knocked open.

The middle-aged man rushed in anxiously: "My daughter!"

When he saw Greta's forehead covered with blood, he was shocked and angry, and immediately stepped forward: "Greta, it's okay. Your Majesty and His Highness are here, and they will definitely make the decision for you."

"Si Fuqing, you didn't expect that..." Greta looked up, her face was pale, and the corners of her lips curled into a smile, "I said, in front of me, you will always be just a plaything of capital."

"I am an earl conferred by His Majesty the King himself, how do you compare?"

Sang Yanqing lowered her voice and asked quietly: "Qingqing, has her brain been damaged by you?"

Even she, who was coming into contact with the Evolutionary for the first time, knew that the Evolutionary was not under the control of the world at all.

Si Fuqing: "She doesn't have this thing."

Sang Yanqing: "..."

Footsteps sounded, and Raphael, still wearing white court clothes, appeared at the door.

"Brother!" Greta burst into tears and immediately rushed towards Raphael, "Brother, you are finally here. If you don't come, I will die here today."

Raphael's footsteps paused.

"Brother, she grabbed me from my room indiscriminately." Greta cried heartbreakingly, "Brother, you must make the decision for me, brother."

The king frowned upon hearing this.

On the way here, he had already investigated what Greta had done.

He has sentenced Greta to death.

He is the only brother among his brothers. Why does this "brother" sound make him so unhappy?

The king made another note in his mind.

Raphael raised his eyes.

Si Fuqing just leaned on the chair and looked at him with a lazy expression: "Yes, I did it."

Raphael looked away and looked down at Greta: "Why did she bully you?"

"Brother, she is jealous of me." Greta was pitiful. "She and I both have a film to participate in the selection of the Grain Award next year. She hates that I have won more awards than her."

"She also asked RM and Lan to kick me out. Brother, don't invest in RM and Lan anymore."

Raphael hummed and asked casually: "What do you want to do with her?"

Greta was a little surprised, but she didn't show it: "She violated my life. I am the countess of Mouston. I want her to be publicly executed. I also want to-"

Before she finished speaking, her feet left the ground.

Her throat was held by one of Raphael's hands, and the air gradually began to thin.

Greta's eyes widened: "Brother..."

"Countess, right?" Raphael paused, as if he just remembered this matter, he smiled coldly, "Then from today on, you are no longer countess."

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