Pregnant with the son of a rich and powerful boss, he tried his best to coax her

The plane finally landed on a huge island with beautiful environment.

If Jiang Rubao were here at this moment, he would definitely find that there was a huge fist sculpture on the island.

It is also surrounded by a three-dimensional pentagram metal structure.

Isn’t this the mysterious pattern that Ye Zhiqiu drew for him when he tore off a piece of his clothes?

Eliot walked into the only Gothic church on the island.

After walking through the long corridor, we arrived at the main hall. Under the huge statue of Jesus, stood a bishop wearing a red robe, a golden mitre, and with completely white hair.

His face was hidden in shadow, but from the degree to which his thin lips were pursed, one could sense his great displeasure at the moment.

As he got closer, Elliot raised his eyes and looked him in the eye.

The look in the other person's eyes when he looked at him was as cold as a cobra.

It's chilly.

With a "bang", a Bible as thick as a brick hit Elliot on the head.

"Idiot! You actually ruined our long-planned plan for such a lowly person..."

"You deserve to die! God will never forgive you!"

Elliot clenched his teeth tightly and let the blood from his forehead flow onto his eyelashes.

He blinked and opened his eyes again, only to see blood red.

The other person's figure was immersed in bloody shadows, like a man-eating demon walking out of hell.

That was the shadow of his childhood.

A shackle that he could never escape from for the rest of his life.

Even though he is the son of an earl.

Elliot lowered his eyes to hide the strong anger in his eyes, "I'm sorry! I will give an explanation to the church about this matter."

"Explain? How are you going to explain? Everything is destroyed, not even ashes are left. How are you going to explain?"

Elliot took a deep breath and pointed to his brain.

"As long as I have my brain, I will have everything again..."

The bishop closed his eyes, and his wrinkled face trembled unconsciously.

After a long time, he opened his eyes and looked at the man in front of him.

"I'll give you half a year to build another base and restore everything to its original state..."

"Also, I don't care what method you use to get the sacred object of the Teng tribe, but you must get it."

"Otherwise, do you know what will be waiting for you?"

Elliot quietly clenched his fists. The other party's threatening tone made him subconsciously recall those extremely disgusting scenes from his childhood.

There was a familiar sting in my temple.

The brain nerves are throbbing with pain.

At one point, he even wanted to pounce on the other person and strangle him by the neck.

Just let the other party die in his hands.

When he dies, he is free...

But is the result really as simple as he thought?

After a few seconds, he unclenched his fists, lowered his head, and saluted quietly and submissively.

"Yes."

The bishop looked at his stiff body, which he tried hard to hide but could not, and chuckled contemptuously, as if the man in front of him was just an incompetent and angry little mouse in his eyes.

"Elliot, let me remind you, don't forget who you are, and who gave you everything you have today?"

"If you don't obey, I believe there will be countless Elliots waiting to replace you..."

Elliot forced his eyes to fall on the steps where the other person was standing, and refused to look up.

He was afraid that if he looked up and saw the other person's disgusting face, he would not be able to help but kill the other person.

"Don't worry, I know exactly who I am!"

The bishop snorted coldly, "I hope you really understand. Get out."

"Yes."

A trusted subordinate who was guarding outside the church door was greatly relieved to see him come out safely.

I hurried over to meet him...

But when she saw the blood on his face again, she gasped again.

"Master, are you...are you okay?"

"……fine."

Elliot spoke in a light tone. He waved away the hands of his men who wanted to support him, walked straight to the cliff next to the church, squinted his eyes, and looked at the rising sun on the sea in the distance.

The sky was blue and the sea breeze was moist and warm.

When the first ray of sunlight came over, he should have felt a hint of warmth.

But at this moment, his whole heart was cold.

The whole person seems to be empty.

"Young Master, look..." In order to divert his attention, the subordinate pointed behind him.

Elliot looked back and watched the first rays of morning sun shining onto the towering spire of the church.

In an instant, the huge diamond at the top of the tower suddenly burst out with dazzling colorful light.

Every ray of light seemed to be endowed with life, jumping and flickering...

It's like holy light coming.

It was such a beautiful scene, but Elliot seemed to see a huge, ferocious monster, waving its wings, standing on the top of the tower.

With the single eye on his forehead, he stared at him coldly and mockingly, as if he were an ant.

Even though he was a favored child of heaven admired by everyone in the world, he was just a little toy under its fingertips.

Elliot suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood with a "puff" sound.

"Master!!!"

The subordinate was terrified and took a step forward to catch his falling body.

Carrying him on her back, she ran skillfully to the medical room on the island.

"It's over, it's over, the young master must have suffered internal injuries... I was wondering how the bishop could let you go so easily..."

"Master, hold on, we'll be at the doctor's soon..."

The doctor was not surprised, as patients with injuries more serious than his were often sent to the island for treatment.

In his opinion, Elliot's minor injury did not require him to take any action.

"It's okay, I was just angry for a moment... As for the cut on your forehead, apply some medicine and it will heal in a while."

The men looked at the sleeping beauty lying on the bed.

The young master's quiet sleeping state always carries a sense of brokenness, which makes people feel distressed.

"But he vomited blood..."

The doctor glanced at him and asked, "Did your young master encounter any sad things?"

I was so anxious that I almost vomited blood. It seems that the problem is quite serious.

The subordinate opened his mouth and whispered, "His most...favorite person...just died."

The doctor shrugged, "No wonder..."

"He's really fine. It's actually a good thing that the blood in his chest has been spit out. Just let him sleep. He will wake up naturally when he wants to."

"only……"

After a pause, the doctor glanced outside the medical room and lowered his voice, "You should pay more attention to your young master's psychological problems. I'm afraid he will ..."

He didn't say what came after that.

On this island, many things can only be said briefly.

He's just a doctor.

There are many things that we can’t help even if we want to.

The men watched the doctor leave and stayed quietly beside Elliot.

The young master stared at the hospital bed as if he wanted to sleep like this forever and never wake up.

His eyes gradually turned red.

"Master, I know you are hurt, but things have come to this point, everything is God's will..."

"you you……"

You talked for a long time, but he was tongue-tied and didn't know how to persuade him.

Finally, he could only sigh softly, "Master, it will all pass, it will all pass..."

"Don't be too sad, you still have... and us..."

"We will never leave you..."