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

Luo Liyan didn't know that Donald was still thinking about how to turn the situation around at this point.

She frowned and looked at those caramel-colored eyes with disgust, "No, I don't like it anymore. I just told you, I am a person who is overdue. I only married because of your eyes." Yours, the moment I tore up the marriage contract, I didn’t even like your eyes."

In fact, the original owner still liked him, but the original owner was gone anyway. After Dawson had removed his head, she would most likely take out the man's eyeballs and wait until she was buried beside the original owner's mother's grave a hundred years later. When she was young, if she secretly took these eyes with her, it would be regarded as returning them to the original owner and granting her a wish.

"Are you really not giving me any chance of survival? We clearly love each other that much." Donald's eyes were red, as if he was mourning his passing life.

But Luo Liyan was disgusted by his words and quickly clarified the relationship, "Who and you have been in love before? From the beginning to the end, it was you and my second sister who lied to me, wanted my dowry, and wanted me My father sent troops to help you overthrow Sensen's throne. Where did the love come from? And I never thought about loving you from the beginning to the end. I just wanted to have your eyes."

If he hadn't hurt her enough to attack her, or if he had used a lighter poison, and wouldn't have injured her internal organs so quickly, Luo Liyan might have agreed to gouge out his eyes to give him a chance to survive.

But now he was trying to poison himself, and he was partially successful.

If she hadn't had spiritual dew, I'm afraid she would have been in a mourning hall by now.

How could she possibly go along with his wishes despite her faults?

If it weren't for the fact that the most cruel thing here was only the death penalty, and the only death penalty was hanging and beheading, Luo Liyan would definitely make his death miserable.

"Okay, you'd better get down quickly. I've said that your life is gone once it's gone. There's no room for change." Luo Liyan tugged on Dawson's sleeves and motioned for him to have Donald rescued immediately. Take it away.

Dawson was almost drowning in vinegar just because she was still talking to Donald, and the conversation was still about her favorite caramel-colored eyes.

Now that he finally came to his senses, he naturally would not let Donald pester his little girl again.

"Come here, take him away quickly, immediately!" Dawson ordered decisively.

Luo Liyan looked at the flapping Donald and couldn't help but think he was a little ridiculous.

When death was imminent and there was no way to change it, he couldn't be more energetic at the last moment.

How could a person like him think that he had the ability to become the future king of Post-Klia.

After the entire hall became quiet again, the ministers began to chatter about Luo Liyan's health.

After getting the doctor's uncertain answer, they looked very regretful.

Even Dawson's expression couldn't hide the pain.

Luo Liyan was a little uncomfortable with their mood. She always felt that people who didn't know thought she wouldn't live long.

"I'm fine! If it weren't for the reassuring effect of the medicine I took, I'm afraid I would have been struggling in the palace by now." Luo Liyan patted the back of Dawson's hand comfortingly, but he slapped her back. Hold it.

"Whatever you want, this is your home." Dawson answered firmly.