Puppet Sword Chapter (14)

Unscrupulous is a funny word. In the case of restrictive rules, it is just a state of unrestrained freedom. If you put it in the rules without restrictions. It's a kind of collapse.

In this study of Sulange, as in another space where he is, he is self-centered and unscrupulous, regardless of any morality or worldly law, and puts things he loves unscrupulously. As a result, this study is just another, more exaggerated extension of the bedroom.

Riying and Peng Xiu raised their eyebrows when they saw the furnishings in the study, this division between turbidity and clarity is really two extremes. On the one hand, it is full of ornaments and research objects related to the wind and moon, and on the other hand, it is full of materials and documents related to casting. Nikkage felt as if he was standing in Surange's heart, peeking into his entire spiritual world. Turbidity, concise and crude.

Sunshadow and Peng Xiu walked to the desk and began to flip through some minted resources, while Frey walked directly to some delicate Fengyue ornaments and actually began to play with them.

The butler put down the half-naked woman in his hand, watched Erry introduce himself beside Frey, and saw that the manuscript in Sunshadow's hand was obviously Sulange's hand, and shook his head, feeling a little desolate, although the identities of these people are different from those in the town, but Sulange is not dead now, is it too arrogant to look through other people's forbidden places in such a grand manner, and what will Sulange think if he wakes up. Can someone like Erry really hold up the family in Sulange's absence?

Peng Xiu saw the butler's shaking his head and sighing, and at this time, looking at the books in Sun Shadow's hand, which were usually manuscripts, he also understood the scruples in the butler's heart. He slowly picked up a book on the table, sat down gracefully in a high-backed soft chair, and looked at the butler. Said in a deep, magnetic voice.

"Let's talk about it here. ”

What kind of person is treated, what kind of way is it, and do you still need to take into account his feelings when dealing with people like Sulange?

The answer is no.

The best thing is that at this time, Mourning Night didn't know that it was in that corner of the study, and it was actually resting a dinner plate on his lap and slowly sliding in front of everyone.

He handed Frey and Earle a glass of crystal glass of amber spirits, a glass of water to the butler, a scarf and a blanket for the weeping, and then went back to Sunshadow, handed Sunshadow a glass of milk, and finally came to Penghue. He handed over a cup of fragrant tea with both hands, and magically took out a white teapot that was ready to add water at any time.

This is the first time to turn on the story mode at breakfast time.

The butler nodded helplessly again, and said in a hoarse voice. "Returning to your lordship. Every time the master returns from the Sword Raising Pavilion, he has to come to the study. Today is no exception, according to the daily orders, food and desserts are to be brought in. ”

The butler paused here and explained a little dryly.

"The host's desserts are generally fresh women, usually rotated according to the number plate, unless the host has any new requirements to look for them, or the host randomly draws lots, and will also decide what the main course and dessert of the day will be according to the results of the host's lottery. Today's rotation is according to the number plate. It's this woman. ”

The butler pointed to the woman who had gradually calmed down.

"I sent her in with the food today, and it was an hour before the guards outside faintly heard the shouting here, and they broke in. The director was found slumped on the desk, with the woman still pressed under him. We hurriedly sent the master to the bedroom, blocked the news, and notified the adults to take charge. ”

"Get up, sit down, and speak. Peng Xiu pointed to the woman on the ground, and his tone was gentle.

"Master Xie. The woman was not polite, she went straight to Peng Xiu's approach, wiped her tears with a miserable look, was originally draped in a blanket, slipped off a corner, but did not pull it up, and looked at Peng Xiu with hazy tears.

It doesn't seem to have been poisoned by this woman.

Peng Xiu looked at her, lowered his head again, and continued to flip through the book that had already been turned over more than half of his hand, and said indifferently. "Well, tell me about your entry. ”

Frey, who was next to him, was interested at this time.

Sulange has a deep study of this kind of wind and moon thing, and even the dessert is a woman.

Frey walked over and played with an ornament in his hand that he thought was very interesting, this kind of ornament that ordinary people feel ashamed of, it was actually inlaid with a spar, and because this spar contained magic, the ornament was not static, but could actually operate, and after opening, he would repeatedly do some shameful movements. Frey never imagined that someone would use a precious hedron for such an inconsequential thing, as if it had opened up a new world view for him. A new level of ambiguity opened up on the worldview that he had adhered to in killing and fighting, and when he heard the woman's voice, there was an evil fire of inquiry that made him walk to the side of the desk.

The woman's figure is exquisite, her appearance is also sweet and lovely, and there are still tears at this time.

"Beauty, don't be afraid. Let's hear what happened to you in Sulange. ”

When Mourning and this beautiful woman heard Frey's pretended gentle voice, the same look appeared in their eyes, although they tried their best to restrain themselves and not let people notice, but they could still see the disdain that could be seen on closer inspection. A kind of writing is really so disdainful.

The mourning night was on the side of the shadow of the sun, behind Frey, and Frey could not see it, but the afterglow of the shadow of the sun as it turned the page happened to be visible. Sunshadow looked back at the woman, who lifted the scarf again to wipe her tears, covering her big beautiful eyes.

As for Frey, he was only blinded by the color center at the moment. "Don't cry. My heart hurts when I cry. ”

After saying that, Frey reached out and touched the white and delicate skin that had not been dressed because he had been crying for too long before, and was dyed pink apple red.

"The Bishop's heartache is a bit slow. Peng Xiu put the book on his chest, propped his head, and couldn't help but want to tease this bishop who couldn't make people happy as soon as he opened his mouth.

"This beauty has been crying for so long before your heart starts to ache. Then I think the beauty has to cry more, so that the lower half of your body will hurt, Bishop. ”

It's so vulgar that no one here dares to sing with him except the bishop, and the bishop is now angry at seeing through his filthy thoughts.

"Your Highness, what are you talking about, is this like what someone of your status said?"

"I'm the same person as Sulange, isn't that yours? And I'm just suggesting that the beauty pear blossom take the rain for a little longer, what are you angry about?Could it be that I was right, you really need to ......" Peng Xiu finished speaking, and looked at Frey's lower body with a glance.

So the words are waiting for me here.

Once again, Frey felt that the previous malicious fault finding should not really be said. He looked at the other person in his words, the Shadow of the Sun.

Sunkage had no interest in their uncultivated conversations, and had already shifted his gaze from the woman to the Codex, glancing at the mournful night of tinkering with the teapot with his spare eyes.

"Okay, okay, let the beauty finish speaking. Frey retracted his gaze, temporarily letting go of the evil fire in his heart that had been stirred up by those delicate ornaments. He was not originally a lustful person like Sulange, he loved power more and was the vanity of being revered.

"The slave family came according to the steward's orders. Today is my turn. The slave mentality is also afraid. Boom ......"

"Slave, when I came in with a plate, my master was on the desk and didn't know what to write, so he asked me to wait aside. The slave family stood by and waited to serve the master. After about half an hour, the master finally got up from the case, reached out to get food, and after a few bites at will, the master lost interest, so he slapped off the plate in the slave's hand with one hand, tore the slave's clothes, and took off the master's pants. The slave family wanted to ask for help immediately, but the master was burly and completely fell on the slave family, and the slave family couldn't push it, so he could only shout, and after shouting again, the guard brother heard the voice, and then pushed the door in. Rescue the owner. That's all, my lord, the slave family really doesn't know anything. ”

When the woman spoke, she was crying and speaking, but she still finished speaking clearly.

Peng Xiu nodded, waved his hand, and asked Erri to ask someone to take her down.

"Aren't you going, Lord Bishop?" said Peng Xiu, looking at Frey's sincerity, "I see which beauty is still waiting for you to comfort." I think it's time for you to preach your teachings, and use your light to save her lost soul. ”

"You!" Frey looked at Peng Xiu with a sincere face, he was really angry, but he didn't have anything to say, and he didn't want to say anything more.

Earry looked at Frey and then at Penxiu, a little overwhelmed.

"Go, go and make arrangements for our bishop. Try to arrange it properly, try to reduce the damage, and don't hurt those innocent women anymore. Go ahead. Peng Xiu sighed incomprehensibly and said to Erri.

The bishop with a human-faced beast heart was left in the sheep's nest, and it was hard to guarantee that he would not treat others with a beastly heart, not to mention that Su Lange was still in a coma, and when he still had a request, he was already disdainful, and now he was even more unscrupulous, and he was also caused by this damn place.

Peng Xiu sighed imperceptibly and said to the housekeeper again. "Go down too, get something to eat, and we'll stay in this study for a while." ”

The butler hurriedly bowed and retreated.

"Your Highness, don't worry. The people here are not as fragile as you think. Those who can survive in this backyard have no problem dealing with people of the bishop's level. After the housekeeper stepped back, Mourning said in a soothing voice.

"Oh, what level of Fray is?" asked Peng Xiu with interest.

Frey was a terrible man in every way. Whether it is the force behind it or the individual attack force, it is very strong. Otherwise, he wouldn't just be fighting with Frey on the lips, and he wouldn't have been able to do anything to Frey after all.

"A bishop is the one who puts 'you will worship me' written on his face. And those of us who live in the backyard like to write the expression on our faces the like, 'I adore you the most, you're the best, you're the best.'" Besides, the Bishop is not Sulange, in Sulange's eyes we are just toys, toys without life, without thinking. If it is broken, it will be broken, and if it is dead, it will be dead. But ah, in the Bishop's place, we are brutes for him to drive at will, and although the brutes can beat and insult at will, they are at least alive, not to mention that there is a time to do the right thing, and when we do it, we may be rewarded with a trace of mercy. For us, the bishop is a better being. So, my dear Highness, don't worry about us who are weak. ”

In the voice of the mourning night ethereal, it was so desolate. But the sincerity he said was not pretentious in the slightest, seeking sympathy, but only a straightforward portrayal, as if this was the real state of this desperate backyard.