"What's going on outside?", said Gahel's wife, who pushed open the door to her study, she didn't like the place, it was poor, it was cold, and it was far less comfortable than it was in the south. www.biquge.info If there was anything that kept her here, it was the only reason why Ghahel was the governor of the province of Demaragu, appointed by the Empress herself, to oversee the affairs of the entire province and part of the military power.

Here, Gahel is the first person who deserves to be, and he does not need to look at anyone's eyes to act, he is the only master of reason.

With this, it is enough.

Life in the south is certainly comfortable and the climate is warm, but there, neither Gahel nor she can enjoy the taste of being a master here. In the face of all kinds of aristocrats, they sometimes need to look up, sometimes they need to bend their knees. Every day, he wears a mask of hypocrisy, wanders around every occasion, becomes an inconspicuous supporting role in some dance dinners, and becomes a foil and background for some big people.

In a place where many people don't even dare to take a second look, it's really enough, even if there are all the living conditions that you dream of.

Gahel poured a glass of wine for his wife, who sat across from him, holding the glass, and touched him lightly, "It's so noisy outside, I asked the guards, and the guards don't know what happened?"

Gahel smiled, his thumb and forefinger pinching the rim of the glass tightly, and he shook the glass, the amber wine in the glass rippling, and the smell of alcohol rose stronger. He then looked at his wife and pouted, "Some old things have been turned over, and I just took this opportunity to solve them all at once." ”

Her wife's eyes lit up, and she stuck out her tongue and licked her lips, and even though she was not young, just forty years old, she made Gahel's heart beat half a beat when she made this action. Desi people, especially Ashkenazi women, seem to be the darlings of God, as long as there is enough maintenance and a good living environment, it is enough to make them not so old, and the appearance is five or six years younger than their actual age.

Her glass was placed in front of her, her hands rested on the table, her left arm diagonally supporting her cheek, her right wrist raised high, and her index finger pressed gently on the rim of the glass, drawing circles along the rim of the glass. Crimson nail polish is like the color of dried blood, full of mystery and despair. There was a hook in her eyes, in her gaze, so that Gahel couldn't take his eyes off.

"Yes...... Those things?", she raised her eyebrows, her face tilted down slightly, this action was full of a special heroic spirit, and her temperament began to change.

Gahel coughed lightly, took his glass, tilted his head, and drank it all. Taking this opportunity, he lowered his head the moment the glass was put back on the table, "Ahem...... , yes, so I say it's an opportunity. ”

His wife chuckled under his breath, "It's been a long time since we've played a game like that." ”

Gahel's breathing was a little short, and his face began to turn red, I don't know if it was because of the high spirits or something else. He looked elsewhere with a distracted gaze, "Those things are in the past, and I don't want to mention them." ”

"Really?", Gahel's wife seemed to be provocative, as if to tease, and Gahel's own body tensed violently.

One foot, down the tube of his trousers, landed on his leg. This foot was very dexterous, and after a while he had already buttoned the zipper of his pants, his blood pressure increased slightly, and he blinked, as if something thick was in his eyes.

Yes, Gahel was nervous, and along with the nervousness came fear, anticipation, hesitation, guilt, madness, .......

It is a taboo game that must no longer be indulged in. He suddenly woke up, countless twisted souls in front of him roaring and wailing in the sea of blood, and he shuddered, slapped his foot that had reached into his pants, and stood up. He walked to the window and opened it with force, and the icy cold wind outside the window instantly rushed in through the wide open window. These biting cold winds swept everything, took away the heat, took away the fullness of emotions, and took away the desires.

"Are we going to give up on this game like that?" his wife tightened her clothes and walked over to Gahel, holding him by the arm and snuggling up to him.

Gahel smiled ugly, "I'll go to hell when I die." ”

"I'll accompany you!"

As they watched, several apparently unusual "civilians" began to pound the weak courtyard walls, and the iron railings were quickly pushed up, and the angry people poured into the manor like a flood that broke the embankment. Carrying the coffin, they rushed to the three-storey house.

The few guards in the manor began to fight back, after all, as the governor's generals and subordinates, they also had their own responsibilities.

When a long sword pierced out, blood stained everyone's eyes red, and the furious anger and hatred were like an erupting volcano, shattering reason in an instant.

"Kill them!"

"Let the demon pay for his life!"

An unequal battle begins, with both sides red-eyed and using all sorts of methods to knock down the enemy in front of them.

Gahel was surprised to see Norton standing behind the crowd, and he pointed at Norton. Norton also saw Gahel and burst out laughing. The expressions and movements of the two made the tragic conflict between them comical. For the sake of a few people, many people unknowingly give their all, even their lives, for the benefit of others!

Blood, a terrible scream, and the wife beside Gahel squinted slightly, revealing a look of enjoyment. Her face flushed, her body trembling slightly, not from fear, not from the bloody conflict taking place at her feet, but from the sensual impact of pain and death.

She's a pervert.

From the day of their wedding, Gahel knew this indisputable fact.

Perhaps, deep down in Gahel's heart, under the decent appearance, there is also a pervert.

When a pervert meets another pervert, it will be the most beautiful and perfect encounter in their lives.

Gahel thought of the young man who was so handsome that he was jealous of him, an eighteen-year-old man with a tall figure and a masculinity and beauty that Gahel did not have. The angular muscles are like the peerless works of master sculptors. He made the somewhat introverted and shy boy strip naked in front of him, and then, in front of him, his wife.

For a handsome boy who was only eighteen years old, the temptation from a mature and beautiful woman with infinite charm was something he could not refuse. Like a beast in heat, he gnawed and panted, pressing down on Gahel's wife, doing the most primitive movements he was born with.

Then, with a knife, Gahel made a two-inch-long cut in the boy's body.

The boy who had drunk strong liquor and tasted food with special potions was much less sensitive to wounds and injuries, and this "insignificant" irritation only exacerbated his primal impulses.

Gahel is like a true artist, engaged in his own pursuit of art with a delicate knife and on a perfect body. Each wound will make the boy's body more full of explosive power, and also make him more rude and savage. Gahel's wife struggled, screaming unconsciously, but also enjoying.

He was calm, as if there was not a trace of emotional fluctuations.

When the boy had completed the animal's most primitive quest for reproduction, he undressed and lifted the boy's buttocks, which were dying and covered with wounds. By this time, the strength of the wine and the power of the medicine began to dissipate, and the boy's contorted face was filled with fear. But he didn't have the slightest strength, so he could only struggle without strength to seek life. The more he struggled, the more Gahel enjoyed the pleasure!

And then at the end, slit the boy's neck!

At the feast of blood, Gahel lay naked in a pool of blood, hugging his wife, who was also naked, and they embraced each other, kissed each other, and invested in a hundred thousand fiery feelings. Their limbs were entangled, and they melted each other with their body heat, but right next to them, there was a pair of eyes that had lost their luster, full of despair and confusion.

Death is always the best catalyst for an emotional outburst, no matter what the emotion wants to express.

"I'm going to hell. Gahel came back to his senses and looked at the thugs who had already stormed the governor's palace, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

His wife turned around and smoothed out the folds of his neckline and the corners of his clothes, attentive and patient, gentle to the extreme. There was a determined look in her magnificent blue eyes, "I will definitely accompany you to hell too." ”

In the distance, Wren nibbled on fruit brought in from the south, which was more expensive than Peter's Ann yak meat ten times the same volume. Benito stood at his side, looking at the noisy Doge's Palace in the distance, as if thinking about something.

Obviously, the pale faces of the governor's palace on the side were already trembling at a loss. He followed Ghahel's request and came here to seek Benito's help. Benito took over the defense of the city of Siucumius, and Gahel knew about it. In his opinion, this is a manifestation of Wren's greed for life and fear of death, and he is afraid that someone in the city will hurt him, so he allows his people to take over the city's most violent institutions.

He has this qualification, and he has this reason, so Gahel did not interfere with Rennes.

Now, he needs Benito's help, but Benito doesn't seem to have this idea, he just stands by Wren's side, Wren doesn't speak, he doesn't speak, he doesn't even make a larger movement.