Chapter 63: The Duke's Heir VS The Waste Material Counterattacks the Female Supporting Partner (3)

A tiny kitten, no bigger than a palm, lies on the soft cushion in the basket. Her newborn eyes are still closed, and her nose twitches occasionally.

It may be that she is not used to the sudden light at this moment, so her body shrinks slightly.

Of course, I like it! Gu Sheng had liked these furry things in her previous life; she almost couldn't help reaching out to touch it.

But she remembered Veronica's character design, and with difficulty suppressed this impulse, but she couldn't help but look at the little guy in the basket.

As everyone knows, in the eyes of the second prince, her appearance is much cuter than the kitten in the basket.

The astonishingly beautiful little girl liked the kitten to death; her eyes were almost glued to it. However, she had a stern face and pretended to be serious and indifferent. After all, it was a child, the second prince only felt a little itch on his index finger.

I want to squeeze her cheeks.

The second prince retracted his eager fingers into his sleeve, and handed the basket in his hand to Gu Shengyin: "Here, take good care of her. This prince will come to check on her often."

In a deserted forest a thousand miles away from the Royal City, a thin figure was trekking hard.

"Your Excellency, why are we in such a hurry to go to the capital?" the figure spoke with a crisp voice.

This person is Eve Heather.

There was no sound from the ring, and Eve Heather didn't find it strange.

She held the necklace against her chest with her free left hand, and a strange soul lived within the necklace that encircled her neck.

Two months ago, when she picked up this necklace, she was just a simple girl who liked beautiful things and cherished them.

Until I saw the shadow in the necklace, or the soul.

The condition offered by the soul is very tempting: as long as she finds enough souls for him, he will tell her how to improve her aptitude.

Eve Heather agreed on the spot, even though what the soul asked her to do was against the will of God. What did it matter? When she was abused and beaten by her father, she had prayed countless times to the Almighty God to save her, but it hadn't worked.

Until she couldn't bear it anymore and pushed the man into the river. She was really scared at the time, afraid that God would punish her, the one who committed patricide, but she was still okay.

From then on, she knew that the so-called gods did not exist at all. In other words, the high gods didn't care about the lives of mortals like her at all.

So when she knew that she had a chance to become stronger, she agreed to that soul's request without hesitation.

It's just that there seems to be something wrong with Your Excellency lately.

Eve Heather thought to herself, when the Lord appeared on the stage, she always had a gloomy illusion of being stared at by a poisonous snake; however, since last month, this feeling had disappeared.

Your Excellency's words became noticeably fewer, and he no longer asked her to find the souls of living people for him. The only requirement was to rush to the capital as soon as possible.

Eve Heather always felt that such a gentleman became much easier to get along with. In the past, she would never have dared to ask any questions.

"Don't think too much, and don't ask too much. I will naturally give you what you want," a cold voice appeared in her mind.

It's Your Excellency!

Eve Heather was startled, bowed her head, and responded respectfully.