Comprehensive Victoria's Secret

Elizabeth found that every time she faced Antonio alone, she would especially want to beat this bastard.

Antonio is a genuinely handsome guy, which even Elizabeth can't deny. However, it seems that from the time Elizabeth was 12 years old, when the two met at Buckingham Palace, they have never been lacking in gunpowder.

"Actually, I really want to know, in what state of mind did you jump into the Thames?"

"Which do you choose between being blown up and jumping into the river?"

Antonio closed his eyes with a broken face: "I don't think there is any difference between these two choices."

"Actually... I really didn't know that Ron was as soluble in water as Altaïr." Elizabeth said with shame: "It's really not my fault."

"Don't blame you, don't you blame me?" Antonio had already changed into his pajamas, and he said, "It seems that even if Miss Morgan left earlier, there would still be safety issues."

Elizabeth couldn't bear it anymore: "Lancaster, don't you really hate me?"

Antonio froze in place: "I didn't..."

"Then whenever you see me, you will mock me with each other? I'm enough! You wanted to kill me, and now you treat me like this. If you can't trust me and respect me, don't help me at all! I don't need it." Poor you!" Elizabeth was really heartbroken this time, jumping from a bridge filled with explosives into the Thames River with a flow rate of 60.0 cubic meters per second. The water was dirty and cold, frightening, tired and uncomfortable. The strong Elizabeth's girl's feelings broke out, and the sense of security that she lacked after Dungall's disappearance completely broke out. She covered her face and threw the money at Antonio: "Thank you for your care, this is the rent."

No matter what life she was in, she grew up pampered by others. Whether Antonio is arrogant or really annoying but has to help her for some other reason, she doesn't want to care about it anymore. She doesn't need to be so duplicity or What other concerns.

After she finished speaking, she ran out without taking a weapon.

Antonio froze for a moment, and then became anxious: "Morgan! The Whitechapel in the middle of the night is very dangerous!"

"It's none of your business!"

Antonio took a look at the things in the room. Hidden sword, sword, stick, hand, and gun... didn't take any of them.

"Is she completely crazy?" Antonio said before rushing out.

Elizabeth ran wildly on the dirty streets of the White Church, the sky seemed to reflect her mood at the moment as cloudy, and then there was a thunderstorm, and it rained heavily.

No matter how glass-hearted she is, Elizabeth will not learn to drift in the rain like the heroine of Qiong Yao, so she finds a roof to hide under.

In fact, she shouldn't have yelled at Antonio that much, although partly because of his attitude, and partly because of venting anger.

This time Ron was beaten together with her, which aroused her sense of crisis in her heart. She was not only worried about Dungar, Albert... Estelle... Ron...

So she didn't know what was going on, and she turned against Antonio.

She nestled under the eaves and didn't dare to sit down. She just squatted and hugged her knees and shrank her body. The more she thought about it, the more wronged she became, and she couldn't help but shed tears.

Although crying is embarrassing, but since no one sees her now, she can cry quietly by herself.

"Okay, pretty lady, would you like to have a drink with us?" A few people who looked like rogues came over, and the pretty girls who appeared in the Whitechapel area were absolutely worthy of being provoked by these people. figure.

Elizabeth didn't speak. Her current appearance was basically a standard heroine of a tragic drama, and she was not surprised when she encountered anything.

Antonio searched around but couldn't find anyone: "Elizabeth..." He used eagle vision in a rare way, looking for traces of Elizabeth everywhere.

Elizabeth was about to tease her genitals, but she was rescued by a hero, although it was not a hero, but an assassin.

Antonio didn't have an umbrella either, but just wore a hood: "Elizabeth Morgan, can't you use the hood without an umbrella when it rains?"

"It has nothing to do with you." Elizabeth shouted angrily, "No matter what happens to me tonight, it has nothing to do with you! Anyway, you hate me, I'm ugly! Life or death has nothing to do with you!"

long silence.

Finally, Antonio put on a calm attitude: "It's my fault today, you go back with me first."

"I won't go back!" When Elizabeth was angry, even Dungar didn't dare to tease her, let alone the tender Antonio.

"...It's dangerous for you to stay outside, ahem..." Antonio, who had a low EQ, said, "I promise I won't say that about you in the future."

Elizabeth's anger level has exploded: "You are five years older than me, I am 17 years old this year, do you still think we are elementary school students? The era of pulling girls' braids has long passed! Even if you were ten years ago , is too naive!"

Antonio froze. In fact, before his parents' marriage, he was a very well-behaved boy. He had never done such a thing as pulling a girl's braid.

"I'm sorry." Antonio knelt down and put his hands on Elizabeth's shoulders: "I don't actually hate you. I'm just... used to that way of speaking."

"However, I can't accept it. Sorry, I think we should keep our distance..." Elizabeth tilted her head and managed to calm down.

"I don't hate you, and... this dress is the style I picked, do you still like it?" Antonio was really confused about the clean clothes he scavenged from a nearby second-hand market.

"Your level of changing the subject is really bad." Elizabeth couldn't help complaining, and finally it was this rainy night-the industrial revolution caused the real acid rain in Britain today. Elizabeth didn't want to delay it, so she had to compromise: " Okay, you go back first, I will go back in a while."

"Are you going to freeze yourself into tuberculosis?" Antonio found that his way of speaking seemed wrong again: "If you keep freezing, you will get sick from freezing, go back."

"I can't walk anymore." After squatting for too long, her blood was low, and Elizabeth was too embarrassed to move her hands and feet in front of Antonio. If she didn't move, she would fall into an unknown kind of dirty puddle on the ground. "My legs are weak."

"Okay." Antonio squatted down: "Hold my neck."

Elizabeth was hugged by his waist. Elizabeth had never been hugged by a man other than Dungall, and it was the first time to be hugged by a princess like this.

Antonio held her firmly in his arms, and then told her: "Put on the hood, otherwise it will be very troublesome."

Elizabeth touched the black line: "I don't have a hood in this suit."

Antonio sighed and wrapped her under his coat.

Elizabeth was taken directly into the bedroom, and she was put on the bed: "Wait a while, don't sleep, take off your wet coat, and I'll get ginger beer."

Elizabeth took off her coat and got under the covers. She leaned against the head of the bed and looked at the door.

Antonio directly got two wine bottles: "Brandy? Or ginger beer? Let me tell you first, the brandy I have here is for laundry, and it's quite bad."

"It's still ginger beer." Elizabeth doesn't like to eat ginger no matter what time it is, even if she doesn't like gingerbread at Christmas, Victoria will always fulfill her godmother's responsibility before she gets married, and she will send a lot of ginger every Christmas Every time Elizabeth sent cookies around, she didn't even bother to care about the traditional British legend: an unmarried woman eats gingerbread and can meet her ideal partner.

She frowned and took a long gulp. For her, drinking ginger soup was not much better than taking medicine.

Antonio handed her a towel: "Wipe clean, Elizabeth."

"Yeah." Elizabeth nodded.

"Go to bed early, too." Elizabeth leaned on the pillow and began to chase people away.

"Well, I don't think we can let you leave for the time being. Although you and Mr. Morgan entered the Whitechapel district and were seen by many people, the biggest advantage of the poor security here is that the Templars will not come here casually. According to the official article, they will not dare to fight against the two noble heirs, and I will protect you in private. I have already talked to Mr. Morgan, and he agreed to keep you here." Antonio said: "What's the matter with this bombing? How do you feel?"

"This tells me that the person who comes to save the beauty may not necessarily be a hero, but may also be a cousin. The person riding a white horse may not necessarily be a prince, but may also be a Tang monk. Those who can row a boat may not necessarily be able to swim, and they may also be landlubbers." Elizabeth said to Ron. Resentment can be said to be resentment to the point of black air all over.

"What do you think?" Antonio patted Elizabeth's head: "Go to bed early."

Elizabeth shrank into the quilt and lay herself completely flat. The tired muscles and nerves tensed all night were finally relaxed. Antonio helped her close the window and left.

"Thank you, Anthony..."

"Antonio." He said, "I don't want to have the same name as the consul in ancient Rome. If you think the syllables of this name are too long, then call me Tony."

"My name is also long in syllables, so my father calls me Liz, or just honey."

"Did he call you sweetheart?"

"Also known as."

"I don't think the pronunciation of sweetheart can be simpler than Liz or baby." Antonio said with envy and hatred, "Your father loves you very much."

Elizabeth closed her eyes. Strictly speaking, she was used to the bed and her pajamas. In the past, Dungal and Estelle moved back and forth between London and the countryside. Every time they changed places, she would not sleep well the first night. She felt that even in such a tragic situation, she slept very peacefully at Antonio's house.

Antonio went downstairs when suddenly there was a knock at the door.

"who is it?"

"We were passing by to take shelter from the rain."

"Please come in."

Antonio's forehead was pushed to the muzzle: "Hold on, get the money out, I don't think you want to—"

Antonio squatted down violently, directly throwing the person at the door to the ground.The Hidden Blade in his right hand popped out, killing him instantly.

He glanced upstairs, hoping he didn't wake the girl up.

The author has something to say: This tells us that even a handsome guy should not go too far