1:303 Trapped in Chaos (Part II)

At the same time, the research institute of Morgoth.

"Eat. "A plate was placed in front of Bediwell, full of dog food.

"Uh, you're kidding me, aren't you?" Bediwell (now in wolf form) looked up at Morgoth dissatisfied.

"Do you think the slaves are joking?" Morgoth sneered, her smile vicious, "Well, if your uncle is not used to eating this kind of coarse food, don't eat it." Keep going hungry!" The silver wolf's stomach kept growling. It was already ten o'clock in the evening, and Bediwell had not eaten anything all day, and it was difficult not to be hungry.

Eat?

However, this is dog food

However, Bediwell, who is now a wolf, thinks this thing is very fragrant

However, this is dog food

But if you don't eat it, you'll starve to death - but it's dog food!

However, to be alive is to escape from here!

Succumbing to the consciousness of survival, Bedeville swallowed his saliva and, with great reluctance, poked his head out of the gap in the iron cage to eat the food on his plate.

Tsk, tsk, tsk.

Dog food chews like watered biscuits, a little wet and sticky, and tastes a bit like unseasoned and overly light luncheon meat – all in all, it's not tasty, it's not bad.

Tsk, tsk, tsk.

The silver wolf ate in spite of the humiliation, feeling the slippery dog food slip down his parched throat. He deliberately didn't think about whether these things were real dog food, or where they came from.

Tsk, tsk, tsk.

Mogoth looked at the silver wolf, and the more she looked at it, the more refreshed she looked, and a wave of pleasure spread across her face, causing her bewitching face to begin to distort.

"Wow hahahahahaha!!" Finally couldn't help it, and Mogoth frantically daxiao, pressing Bediwell's head down on a plate full of dog food with one hand.

"Uhhh

Press, press, press deeper! Morgoth's strength was as great as if she were going to crush the skull of the silver wolf!

Press, press, press deeper! Mogoth looked at this cute little wolf, and wanted to take him apart immediately to have a good time, and use all kinds of means to kill him and bring him back to life!

"Ahhahh

He couldn't help but cry. It's the first time someone of this age has ever been tricked like this. Forced to eat dog food, I was confused. But what really made him cry was that even at this time, his mouth was still eating without fighting.

Swallowing.

The body that was made by hunger lost its mind, and it lost its bottom line, but in this kind of shame, he took the initiative to give in and ate inhuman food regardless of shame.

Remorse made Bediwell cry, and the teenager wanted to drown himself in a plate of dog food with tears. But at this time, his mouth was still eating.

Mogoth withdrew her hand, she had already hit the target, all she needed to do was sneer cruelly on the sidelines and watch the werewolf boy cry.

"Woooooooo

"The expression is so good. Mogoth pursed her lips, "I'd like to squeeze you out of the inside out at once." Hurry up and give your whole life to the slave, and then the slave family will be able to let you go?"

But he didn't. No matter how insulted he is, he will never be able to give up his Zuihou bottom line as a man. Otherwise, he will be reduced to a real beast.

If that happens, even if Morgoth lets him go, he won't have the face to go back to Zaijian Arthur.

No matter how humiliated he was, Bediwell had to keep his temperance and not give in to Mogoth. It's a small rebellion he can do now.

"You could have killed me, dissected me, and taken everything from me. Bediwell slowly lifted her head from her plate and looked at Mogoth who was high up, "But you can't force me to comply. "Oh?" Mogoth frowned, raised her hand, and the cage holding Bedwellville shrank again, the twisted cage snapping off excess strips of metal that pierced into Bedeville's body, hurting him so much.

Barely able to breathe, unable to move half an inch. Are you just caught in this cage?!

Mogoth calmed her anger, and soon let go of the cage with a fake smile on her face. She looked at Bediwell, who was covered in blood: "Tsk, look, what should be shed is not shed, but what should not be shed is shed. You're such a disobedient puppy. Extremely weak, Bediwell did not have the heart to listen to the madness of the enchantress, and soon lost consciousness.

In the middle of the night, Bediwell heard a voice. Something, wiping Bediwell's face.

He opened his eyes softly, and what he saw was Lianyin. The Partimore girl was carefully wiping the dirty silver wolf with her handkerchief.

His body wounds had been bandaged, and although they were still in pain, at least they were not life-threatening. Although he was thrown back into the cage, the size of the cage was slightly larger, and Bedeville was a little more comfortable.

"Lotus sound," the silver wolf muttered in a low voice.

The Partimore girl stroked the silver wolf's face, there was no special expression in her eyes, as cold and stiff as ever.

"Weishenme, do you want to obey such a bewitch?" Bediwell whispered, "You didn't need to listen to anyone's orders" "This machine is Partimore, a magic warfare artificial man created by ancient people. Obeying the master's orders is the meaning of the existence of the machine. The Lady of Partimore replied mechanically.

"No" the silver wolf closed his eyes, he was hurt and tired, he was very tired in the middle of the night, he wanted to say more, but he no longer had the energy or strength to continue.

The Lady of Partimore and the Silver Wolf looked at each other, her purple pupils leaving a deep afterimage on the Silver Wolf's retina. She is so beautiful, but so lonely. I have watched this shijie for thousands of years, but I don't know how I live, and I don't even know that I should live in Weishenme.

"You deserve a more destiny, you deserve freedom" to live according to others, it is definitely not the life you should live - these words remained in Bediwell's heart, and there was no way to say it, he was already unconscious.

Lianyin gently stroked the sleeping silver wolf, touching his supple and smooth head, as if coaxing a child to sleep. The silver wolf's expression gradually changed from pain to soothing, perhaps by some kind of magic, and he slowly healed the wound in his sleep.

Only at this moment, a trace of warmth appeared on the cold face of the Partimore girl. She pressed her face to the silver wolf's cheek and kissed him.