The Law of Transmigration: The Black-Hearted God’s Domineering Love

"I'm just surprised. If you were able to grasp the fatal evidence so quickly, what have you been doing so long ago? How could you make him flutter like a moth for two or three years? You look at him every day and don't feel sick. Should you?"

Luo Liyan tried hard to show that she disliked the fact that Donald was still alive, and also pretended to be dissatisfied with Dawson for procrastinating for so long.

"I didn't find it, you gave it to me." Dawson explained after making sure that she had no regrets.

"I'm just Feiji's princess. Even if the two of us have an affair, I'm not an upright queen enough to kill him." Luo Liyan felt like there was a question mark on her head.

"We just had dinner together, and he intended to poison me, but you ate it first and got poisoned for me." Dawson squeezed Luo Liyan's soft little hand, feeling the temperature on his fingertips that seemed to be returning. Wen, then said calmly.

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Brother, are you trying to force yourself into trouble? !

Luo Liyan's mouth twitched, not knowing what to say to him.

"But so many people saw that we didn't have a meal together just now." She reminded Dawson that this line might not work, after all, there were so many eyes looking at them.

"They are all my cronies, and your cronies." Although Dawson did not find all the informants buried by Donald, there were only a dozen of his cronies. These secret spies were paid to do things, and they were promised a position of power.

If he was determined to pin this charge on Donald, those people would not dare to jump out and testify against Donald.

After all, in the end, he may not be able to successfully execute Donald, but no one can stop him from using a few spies to vent his anger.

"But I just took antidote. I bought it from a medical practitioner. Although I can't find him now, his medicine can detoxify all the poisons in the world. When the doctor comes to check me, it will be Knowing that my body is fine, how are you going to punish Donald for his death penalty?" Luo Liyan felt that Dawson's idea simply didn't work.

Whether it was the evidence or her injuries, it was difficult to convict Donald of such a serious crime.

"There are dead poisoners. If you follow their identities, you will find that they were under Donald's will. No matter what happened to you or not, it is an indisputable fact that he poisoned me and no king would let him go. Get past those who want to rebel. Even if it fails." Dawson played with Luo Liyan's little hand and spoke very forcefully, like a monarch who insisted on his own way.

Willing to have his own way...

Luo Liyan was so pale that only her pale pink lips were slightly open, and her whole figure seemed to be stunned by shock.

Yes, she only remembered that Dawson was the king, but she forgot that when it was still a monarchy, the king was a symbol above all else.

If he wants to be a wise monarch, he naturally needs to consult the opinions of those around him.

But if he insists on fighting against someone, or if he wants to do something wrong, no one can stop him.

But she was born in a modern society and thinks too much about so-called equality and justice.

Dawson looked at the little girl in front of him, slightly stunned, as if he was thinking about something, his expression flashed a trace of panic, but he soon returned to his calm expression.

"I wouldn't do this to you."

"I know, you will definitely not do this to me." Luo Liyan's long eyelashes trembled slightly, she calmed down her mood, and then she looked at him with a sweet smile.