Emilia looked at Hawke intently: "So, either you accept my love, or you conquer me just like my father conquered my mother!"

Hawke's right hand placed behind his waist almost trembled when he heard these words.

The Silver Storm pinned to the waist was just a tiny bit away from being fired.

Hawke's mouth opened wide.

"What?"

"According to the tradition of our Skrulls, there are only two ways to solve this matter."

"..."

"Either you accept my love!" Emilia stood on tiptoes, but she could only push her head to Hawk's chin, stuck out her tongue, and licked Hawk's neck: "Or, conquer me, like

My mother was conquered by my father!"

Hawke frowned: "What kind of multiple-choice question is this? Is there any difference between these two?"

A love affair?

A sadomasochist?

Should I think of a way to buy a copy of the Traditions and Habits of Extraterrestrial Life in the Marvel Universe and read it carefully?

Hawke thought so in his mind.

and.

"I have a girlfriend."

"I know."

"That……"

"The fact that you have a girlfriend does not conflict with my liking for you."

"But I have a girlfriend."

"Aren't you a killer?"

"What happened to the killer?"

"I thought killers had no bottom line."

"..."

Hawke fell silent again and opened his mouth.

There is no way to refute this.

Killers have no bottom line.

but……

The Killer King can have no bottom line, but I am Hawke, and I still have a certain bottom line.

Not much though!

Hawke raised his eyebrows.

Emilia smiled, put her hands behind her, hooked them up, turned around, tilted her head, and said to Hawke: "You haven't told me yet, do you like the gift I gave you?

Go and have a look.”

Hawke came to his senses.

Emilia had turned around and walked out of the park with a brisk but attractive pace to attract Hawk's attention.

Hawke stood there, opened his mouth, and after a moment of silence, he thought about it and followed him.

Still the same sentence.

All problems arise because of someone. Gifts are not at fault. Such inexplicable problems between him and Emilia cannot be implicated in the gifts Emilia gave him.

Outside, Hawkeye, who was sitting in a black car, looked at Amelia walking out of the park. He subconsciously sat down and prepared to light the car.

Just then.

Eagle Eye saw Amelia turn right and walk towards a black jeep parked on the side of the road with a privacy film on it, followed closely by a boy.

Hawke Dane.

Hawkeye, who was called Hawkeye but was actually a Skrull, looked at Hawke who followed the princess of his clan into the car and frowned.

The next second.

The black jeep with the door closed suddenly started shaking.

Very violent.

Onishet!

Hawkeye, who was still thinking about why his eldest lady came here before leaving, saw this scene, and his pupils suddenly shook.

Immediately afterwards...

Hawkeye shrank his head and almost subconsciously buried his head between his legs, no longer daring to look at the jeep shaking left and right.

Nothing else.

The eagle eye is afraid of being silenced.

Even if he offended Nick Fury, the latter would not dare to kill him. However, if he exposed the good news of his own princess, he might not be able to see the sun the next day.

"Bang!"

"ah!"

After Hawke got in the car, he looked at Emilia who suddenly turned around, took out a dagger and was about to stab him with a backhand. He knocked off the dagger with a bang, then clamped down on Emilia's neck.

It turned into a ferocious beast and pressed Emilia hard against the back seat of the car.

"What are you doing?"

"Fuck you!"

Emilia, who was being pinched by Hawke's neck, said something, and then she moved her legs directly to Hawke's waist, and then used her waist hard, directly forming the appearance of being held in Hawke's hands, and looked at the man who was watching her.

Hawke lowered his head and kissed her hard: "Conquer me, Hawke!"

Hawke: "..."
Chapter completed!