Treated brutally by men, the young man couldn't even utter a complete sentence, and could only scream incessantly, forced to accept August's almost abusive treatment.

He didn't understand that Auguste, who had been polite and amiable, would suddenly become like this. When the man found him in the East End, he was obviously so gentle that he didn't dislike him at all and took him back to the castle.

But why? When he was freshened up, he woke up again in this dark basement. When he saw Auguste, he could not have imagined that this man would reveal his beastly nature as if he had torn off his mask.

The man's temperament is very cruel, and he has to be tortured until he faints to death every time. I don't know how many times, when he woke up from the coma of severe pain, the man still continued unsatisfied.

And today, when August came back from a trip, he treated him even more mercilessly, wantonly venting those grievances with his body, and at the same time beating him with great tyranny, and babbling something in his mouth.

Auguste's originally handsome face was flushed red at the moment, his eyes were bloodshot, and he stared fiercely at the young man below him as if he was about to drip blood, grabbing the young man's golden hair with one hand, and pinching the young man's neck with the other hand.

Finally, with a long roar, August threw the immobile boy aside, and the man walked out of bed without looking at the unconscious boy who had been tormented by pain.

The door in the basement was closed and was pushed open with a creak, and the gorgeously dressed lady who appeared behind the door glanced at the mess on the bed, frowned in surprise, and walked over, but she was accustomed to the shocking marks on the young man's body, and just stretched out her hand and touched the wrist of the young man, and then turned to the man and said, "What are you doing today? Don't you like this kid very much? Why did you toss him to death like this?"

It was Christina, August's mother, who glanced with disgust at the tearful corpse of the boy on the bed, thinking that she was going to find her son's next target. Originally, she thought that this child would be able to satisfy August for a few more days, after all, among the children who were recovered, only this one was so similar to that person.

Blonde hair without a trace of impurities, pupils as blue as the sea, and milky skin......

But the paupers in the slums are paupers, and they bear no resemblance to that person except for the color of their hair, their skin, or their eyes. It's no wonder that August gets tired of playing for a few days and then switches to the next one.

"Mother, dispose of it as usual. ”

August slowly put on his clothes, obviously he had just had a fierce sexual intercourse with the young man, but the longing in his heart was not relieved at all, but became more and more scorching.

Thinking of the man's cold eyes, August's Adam's apple rolled up and down a few times, and a fire jumped in his eyes again.

Christina sensed her son's abnormality, and without saying anything, she took the sheet and wrapped the young man's □□ body and took it out. And the way to deal with these people is also very simple - when choosing a target, she deliberately selected the orphans of the East Side, and no one cares about the life and death of these people, so she just needs to find a time when no one is there and throw them on the remote streets of the East District, which has not happened there since then.

Anyway, these pariahs are going to die sooner or later, and it's lucky to be favored by her, she never felt that what she did had reached the point of outrageous, she had to carry Edward on her back, but now that Edward is exiled, she naturally has no worries about doing things, and she is looking for a beautiful boy who meets the requirements in the East District in three days and two to send it to her son, and then destroy the corpse.

Doing so much would inevitably attract attention, but Christina was now in complete comfort with Edward and didn't notice it in the slightest.

It was only after Christina's footsteps were getting farther and farther away that August walked to another closed door in the basement and reached out to slowly open the deadbolt.

The dark room was lit up by the kerosene lamp that August was holding.

Auguste's eyes glowed with a hazy water, a blush of unknown meaning appeared on his cheeks, and an ambiguous cry continued between his lips and teeth.

The man looked at the arrogant and cold blonde-haired and blue-eyed young man in the oil painting with an intoxicated expression, and felt that he was almost unable to stand on his knees and prostrate in front of the young man.

"Oh, Edward, my dear Edward!"

Auguste looked pleasant and strangely pressed his face against the body of the aristocratic young man in the painting, and he could not help but revel in it.

He felt like he was going crazy.

At all times, his mind was the shadow of the young man with noble and elegant manners.

How many times in the middle of the night he dreamed that he had crushed the haughty-looking young man under him, and the blonde young man called out "August, August" in a hoarse and loving voice, and looked at him with tears in his blue eyes.

All the noble and sacred in the day turned into a bubble and became fragmented under the blade of **.

Only by defiling what does not belong to him will August feel a heartfelt sense of security.

He will break the angel's white wings with his own hands, and cause the angel to fall into the deepest depths of hell, where he will be humiliated and made vile and filthy. In this way, he will have the confidence that he will be able to have angels forever.

"I love you, Edward—"

In the empty basement, the man's low, hoarse voice crashed against the stone wall, layered on top of each other, like the whisper of the devil.

No matter how filthy you become, I have the confidence to love you forever, my dear Edward.

The man thought to himself, and there was a fervent love in his eyes as he looked at the portrait.

And the young man's pupils, as deep as the sea, just looked down at the man who seemed to be crazy as always, restrained and compassionate.

The man sank to himself as if possessed by a demon, but suddenly, the love in his eyes that turned around when he looked at the blond young man in the portrait changed abruptly, and all of them turned into resentment and malice.

"But I hate you so much. ”

The man's tone changed, and a low, hoarse voice burst out from the depths of August's throat, stirring like a sleepy beast roaring silently. The voice was like a poisonous snake spitting out red letters, gloomy and deeply dangerous.

With a terrifying danger signal, like a poison that sealed his throat with blood under his fangs, it corroded him bit by bit.

At some point, an extra dagger appeared in the man's broad palm, and when his gaze touched the face of the young man in the painting, the dagger stabbed it mercilessly.

With a "bang", the canvas was cut open with a dagger, and the face of the young man in the portrait was split in half.

But Auguste, as if he had not felt enough, waved it vigorously on the canvas until he could no longer see the face of the young man, until the original fine portrait was reduced to a pile of fragments in front of him, until he fell to the ground in exhaustion.

"Edward ......"

The man sat panting and slumped on the cold ground, muttering the noble name in his mouth, and a raging fire gradually burned in his originally cold eyes.

It's as if to turn people to ashes.

Su Wei quickly went through the information that the system had passed to him in his mind, raised his eyebrows in surprise, and opened his mouth to ask, "This is gone?"

After the system was silent for a long time, he honestly nodded with his head, and at the same time quietly wiped the cold sweat from the corner of his forehead with his fingers.

Suvi: ......

He seems to have fallen into a very amazing world!

Thinking so, the look on the young man's face changed from helpless to speechless, then from speechless to depressed, and finally from depressed back to indifferent. And these fleeting changes can only see some clues on the young man's face, and in the eyes of others, this aristocratic young man just sits elegantly and contentedly, with occasional frowning.

The original owner's name was □□ Dehua, which Su Wei had known before. And the case about the original owner was really as Su Wei had expected, it was the work of his stepmother Christina and younger brother Auguste, but the reason was much more exciting than he originally expected to snatch the title.

That's right, the reason why these two people want to be framed is because in fact, they are not old Wilder's lovers and sons outside, but a mother and son who are stranded on a pirate ship, and they happen to meet old Wilder, who was also captured by pirates! The three of them took advantage of the pirates to go ashore to rob, secretly escaped in a small boat, and drifted on the vast sea.

Originally, they had agreed to part ways as soon as they arrived at the dock and help each other before that, but who would have thought that they happened to encounter the sea fog and lost their original course, and the originally abundant fresh water and food became nervous. So the mother and son took the first step, looted old Wild's finances and threw him into the sea, and finally kept the only supplies to the shore.

At this time, they happened to see the missing person notice posted by the original owner in the port, and were shocked to find that the coat of arms on the ring they were holding belonged to the Wilder family, so they had a ghost idea and found the original owner in the port, and suddenly changed from a slave on a pirate ship to a noblewoman and a young master of the upper class.

Long in poverty and rich, the noble and luxurious qiē in the Wild Manor is like a poppy, full of the fragrance of temptation and depravity. On the one hand, they enjoyed themselves, but on the other hand, they were terrified by the truth, lest Edward would discover the truth and let them fall from heaven to the deepest part of hell again, so that they were in constant fear and sorrow, and every day they were like a thorn in their backs.

And this eventually became the biggest hidden danger between them and Edward.