The male god, he is handsome and cracks the sky [Quick time travel]

Eighth World 10

two days ago

The mist obscured the bright lights.

In the mist, the man stood with his backlight, the water vapor and halo softened his handsome and cold face lines, the hastily put on bathrobe was loose and loose, revealing a little firm chest, in the mist, the pair of clothes that were three points similar to him There was no sign of softness in the gray-blue eyes, calm and indifferent like a sharp dagger piercing through a room of warm mist straight into the heart.

It seems to be a bystander who despises the world, or a cold and bloodthirsty predator, bringing trembling to the soul of those who are watching.

So... Strange.

Until he finally opened his mouth, cold words slipped out of the familiar teeth:

"Edward."

Or sigh, or murmur, as if they were just chewing words emotionlessly, and before Edward could capture the tone and tone, the blurred emotion between words, they slipped away from his fingertips in a hurry and disappeared without a trace.

He only had time to smile, hang up his most skilled and perfect face, and pick up his subconscious best voice:

"elder brother."

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The bright lights illuminate the spacious corridor as bright as day, and it is completely impossible to tell that they are in the deep underground away from sunlight.The thick carpet is soft and dense, as if it absorbs all sounds, and it is impossible to hear the movement of people walking.

A servant with low brows walked in front of Edward, leading him forward, only turning three or two corners, then stopped, and opened the door of one of the rooms.

He half-bowed to invite Edward to enter the room, then retreated silently, closing the door respectfully when he left.

Edward surveyed the room.

The textured walls are covered with thick mahogany wainscoting, and the retro gold-plated candlesticks shine with decorative fluorescence on the marble fireplace.Several rooms extend deep, and only a few shadows can be seen at the entrance.

He took off his coat and loosened the collar.

A pair of gray-blue eyes that still had a smile even if they didn't smile, after they fell silent, there was a bit of strange condensation.

He took off his cufflinks and put them on the table beside him. With a slight movement of his fingers, he saw an invisible force field spreading, wrapping the entire room airtight.

After the force field was completed, the gentle expression on Edward's face melted like thin ice and snow under the scorching sun, and then disappeared without a trace, leaving only the marble-like hardness.

A pair of sharp eyes quickly scanned every corner of the room, as if they could see through the walls, so that every trace of shadow hidden in the corner would be revealed.

After confirming that there was no listening or monitoring means in the room, he relaxed his vigilance a little, pulled a chair and sat down.

Edward pulled out the portable light screen from his compressed pouch. He lowered his head and stared at the blue screen with his fingers half-hanging in the air, without moving for a long time.

Finally, he pushed the light screen away irritably, and tapped the armrest of the chair with his fingers nervously.

...Evans Jorydell

...Evans

The name lingered in his mind like a curse, lingering and refusing to leave.

His blood brother, childhood protector, only friend.

It's just that there is a past added to all of this.

Blurry images flashed in his mind.

Edward frowned and pressed his fingers to his temples, as if trying to drive something out of his mind.

As the second son of a huge family branch, not to mention the whole family, even the inheritance rights of his branch are completely delusional, so it is already in his position to be sent to the main family and grow up with the second son of the main family and become friends The greatest gift a person can receive.

But...it's not enough...

Haze accumulated in the gray-blue eyes.

Why does his birth determine his future, while a man with no talent can get everything he dreams of?Ambition burned and swelled in his chest, and the burning licked his heart. He smiled as usual every day, but the repressed unwillingness screamed in the distortion.

And Evans...

A trace of complicated emotions flashed in Edward's eyes, but they were instantly suppressed.

As the second son who has a chance to inherit the right of alien family, he is almost standing on the top of the abyss, if he takes one wrong step, he will be lost forever.But his childishness and innocence are not at all like a member of the Joe Riddle family: highly talented, but without a city, proud and self-confident, but otherwise innocent like a child.

Edward knew that he treated him differently, and also noticed the carefully suppressed affection in Evans' eyes.

He pretended not to know.

He told himself that it was best for each other.

He told himself it was in his own best interest.

But when he saw that the eyes that used to contain thousands of tenderness, now there is only coldness and strangeness, it made him think that he had turned into a stone, and there was a faint pain in his heart that could not be concealed.

Edward's fingertips turned white, his teeth were clenched, his handsome face was tense, and his eyes were gloomy.

He hated him when Evans forcibly sent him away from the center of the power struggle in the name of protecting him.

He hated this nominal elder brother, deprived him of the opportunity to realize his ambition for his own selfishness, and let everything he had worked so hard for be in vain.Fueled by rage and hatred, he turned to Samuel's power.

And in the five years after he left Central City, the struggle in Central City was raging, and Evans was sent far to the east of the empire to become the warden because of the failure of the power struggle-Edward watched coldly.

Then, just as Samuel promised, he returned to Central City.

Like a dream, he got close to the core of power, and his power grew like a snowball. He trained his subordinates, moved between the big families, worked hard, never let up for a moment, and never stopped.

He almost forgot about Evans.

—or, he thought he had forgotten him.

Until a few days ago, Samuel sent a message asking him to come to Steka Prison—to meet his brother.

The shadow that was thought to have been blurred instantly became alive again, and a pair of blue-gray eyes stared at him intently, as if they never faded.

Edward pursed his lips.

In the short five years of his cooperation with Samuel, what he has seen is just the tip of the iceberg of that man's power. Just a glimpse of the leopard is already shocking. This man is not at all like a prisoner deprived of freedom in a prison. Even Edward himself was afraid of the horror.

Anyone who offends Samuel, almost no one can escape his palm.

And his innocent, innocent brother...

A heavy gloomy color flashed in Edward's eyes, and the soft facial features contained a frightening oppressive force after they were tightened.

What is the real purpose of Samuel, Edward only has a vague guess.Fortunately, these speculations were enough for him to help Evans off Samuel's deadly list.

He seemed to have made up his mind.

Edward picked up the light screen again, and tapped his fingers on the screen without any hesitation.

"The relationship with the family is alienated, and the sense of belonging has almost disappeared. The ability has grown amazingly, and the emotion..."

He paused and typed the rest of the words:

"...there is not much difference from the early days."

The author has something to say: In fact, Edward has complicated feelings for the original owner. It's not that he doesn't feel it, but that this kind of feeling is not as important as his ambition.In short, he is a very rational careerist.