Demon King

Ivor shook his head repeatedly, "No, absolutely not."

Barea clearly wanted to win him over. He ran the Harriken line of defense in order to make a deal with the kingdom of Lasses. How could he give up halfway.

Even the question of moving the capital has been discussed, and he can't give up.

Alville seemed to smile but not to smile, ignoring the guard in the eyes of Saiwen III, and said the next condition, "And the candidate to marry Ivo is me..."

Boom!

The three of them were caught by Lei De Jiao Lin Nen!

Ivo just wanted to shout something to the sky!

You have a fiance, you are a big ghost!

Saiwen III's mouth twitched unnaturally, his anger was dissipated in astonishment, and his face was dumbfounded.

But Beverly's eyes brightened. If Ivo really married Barea, he might be able to return Nafi to them.

Nafi has always been in the name of Caesar’s fiancée, but she is very close to Ivo, staying at the Harriken line as Ivo’s assistant. Although no one cares about the marriage contract between the nobles during the war, the future family owner’s fiancée will be separated from each other. The men of the people are very close, and the Gold family feels inappropriate.

Caesar himself didn't care, he himself had no feelings for Nafi and respected Ivo's achievements.

Ivo's current status is too detached. No one dared to protest against Ivo as before, and could only express dissatisfaction implicitly when chatting with his tribe in private.

Now Barea is eyeing Ivo, and Beverly sees hope.

Ivo couldn't laugh or cry. "Could you please stop joking."

With a deep smile on his face, Alvear said, "I hope I can chat with Ivo alone."

Seven and Beverly looked at each other and left the camp, leaving Ivo and Iver alone.

Iver smiled and slowly came to Ivo's side, and sat on the hammock next to him, rubbing his shoulders and rubbing his heels. The soft touch made Ivo take a breath, and he unnaturally pulled away a little.

Aivel turned his head and stared straight at Ivo, his eyes were like waves rippling on the lake in spring, as if it could be breathtaking. His long burgundy hair, like a waterfall, seemed to cover up the light in the tent and the sweet red lips. Faintly exuding a fragrant breath, "Ivo..."

The tone at the end was ticked up, creating a provocative and teasing atmosphere.

Ivo's heartbeat missed a beat, this female leopard still has such a soft side? !

My three views!

"What is your purpose?" Ivo swallowed, calmed his mind, and carried this sugar-coated cannonball.

With a charming smile on Alvear’s face, his slender fingers touched Ivo’s chest, not light or heavy, but he became more ambiguous and exhaled, "I just fell in love with you..."

Ivo jumped up hurriedly, pretending to be serious: "If you are any more nonsense, please go out."

Alveer tweeted twice, suppressed his teasing smile, sat up straight, restored the nobleness of being a princess, and said indifferently: "I don't want to marry Pedi."

Ivo frowned and sat on the chair, his eyes beckoning Iver to continue.

Alville said in a cold tone, "You know that my political marriage with Pedi is just a deal. He provided wealth to support the war. I gave him the status of the Chamber of Commerce. But when the war reached the most critical point, he even threatened me to withdraw from the army. The dust of the war is settled, and this account should be settled."

"Although he is my partner, he is too arrogant. A president of a chamber of commerce really thinks he can control the war in the kingdom? Huh, I will overthrow the deal with him. He is mine in name. Fiance, but the royal family did not officially recognize his identity. As long as you marry me, he will get nothing, and you can get Barea’s support. With your status, Pedi dare not retaliate against you and can suppress Any dissatisfaction. You don't have to worry about the impact of your killing of Mosek. The Barians do hate you, but we Northlanders worship the strong."

Ivo understood. Aiville was crossing the river and breaking the bridge. He wanted to kick Pedi out. He raised his brows and said, "We don't have to choose me for marriage."

"The man who has defeated me is qualified to conquer me." Aiville's eyes flashed, "I only accept you to sleep with me."

Ivo took a sip of water, so bluntly that caught him off guard.

"Are you agreeing or not?" Alvear frowned and hummed softly: "Is there anything to hesitate? It will benefit you without harm."

Ivo let out a sigh and shook his head, "Sorry, I don't agree."

Alvear bit his lip tightly and said angrily: "Such a big bargain is not taken up, are you a man?"

Ivo just shook his head.

Elver clenched her fists. She thought that Ivo would promise him not only to get the benefits of Barea, but also to get her. Although Elver didn’t care about her appearance, she knew that she was really beautiful. Ivo was indifferent, which caused her self-esteem to be greatly hurt, but instead aroused her rebellious psychology, and said angrily: "I will formally make this request in tomorrow's negotiation. You can't do it if you don't agree!"

After speaking, Elville left the camp angrily.

Ivo had a terrible headache.

Is this Nima forced marriage?

After more than ten minutes, Seven III and Beverly, who had gone out for a lap, returned to the camp and asked, "How is the situation?"

Ivo said in a huff: "A crazy woman, what else can I do, I'm going to sleep, you all go."

The two left helplessly.

This night, Ivo tossed and turned, couldn't sleep at all, didn't want to participate in tomorrow's negotiation at all, or had to do the calculations.

...

Although reluctant in every possible way, the next day's negotiations came on time.

The negotiation continued from where it ended yesterday. It was about Renault’s compensation. Prince Renault spent a night thinking about his excuses and said impassionedly. After halfway through, he discovered that Seven’s reaction was limited to "Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh , Oh", obviously distracted, Prince Renault noticed that Severn III's gaze frequently glanced at Iver.

Looking at Iver again, his gaze is always on Ivo. As for Ivo... I look at my second child like an old monk who enters concentration, and no one looks at it. In contrast to yesterday’s aggressive attitude, it is as low-key as a change. Personally.

The atmosphere was weird, and Prince Renault only felt that the people present seemed to have a strange tacit understanding, but he was an unknown outsider.

Prince Renault simply sat down depressed, and the negotiating table fell silent for a while, and it took ten seconds for King Seven to recover. He looked at Prince Renault in surprise, wondering why he stopped talking.

Prince Renault rolled his eyes.

Alvear laughed, his voice crisp, but Ivo's heartstrings tensed suddenly, with an ominous premonition.

Elver stared at Ivo firmly, lifted his lips slightly, and said slowly: "Ivo Haryken, don't you want to give me an explanation?"

Ivo touched his nose. This question made him look confused. What does he need to confess to Aivel?

Everyone at the negotiating table stared at him, making him uncomfortable, coughing: "Princess Aiville, what do you mean?"

"What... mean? Hahaha!" Iver laughed suddenly~www.wuxiamtl.com~ but her smile was distorted, as if she was laughing with anger, she stared at Ivo, gritted her teeth and said: "You want to escape Did you do everything to me last night?!"

There was silence at the negotiating table, and weird eyes focused on Ivo.

Ivo looked blank.

Alvear stood up suddenly, tears in his eyes, shivering and pointing at Ivo, his tone was out of anger, "Last night I discussed matters with you, but you acted like a beast to me, I am princess Barria. How can you play with it at will! King of Lasses, I want Ivo to give me an answer, or he will marry me, or Barea will go to war again at all costs, endless death!"

There was a big uproar, everyone was stunned.

What good scene did they miss last night? !

"Fuck you second uncle!" Ivo suddenly exploded with a foul language.

Sister, don't mess with me!

(To be continued.)