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The consul is a man of strict self-discipline.

When alive, everything in life will give way to the overall situation, and even the few favorites have to be decided after careful consideration.

The interests of the Archons and the honor of Frydogg are above all else.

If he went back a few centuries, he would never have imagined that one day he would relax his desires, abandon his calmness and reason, and indulge in a boy.

He even kept him by his side regardless of the cost, even if it was dangerous, he still chose to indulge himself.

At this moment, the young man was lying between his legs, he was resting on his hand, and another cuddly and coquettish cat, but the consul knew that Luo Shiwei was not as well-behaved and harmless as he showed.

On the contrary, he is a deadly poison, and if you cannot control him, you will be overthrown by him.

Big Agger's voice sounded in his mind: "I never thought that after several centuries, I would make such an impulsive choice."

"You made the same choice as me, but you blamed my decision." Hearing the other self's accusation, the consul was a little helpless.

Big Agger said: "Yes, my sensibility made me impatient to keep him as a confinement to conquer him, torture him, and bully him. From then on, his world can only see me..."

His hoarse and gloomy whisper just broke through the turbulent demons deep in the consul's heart.

"However, my mind told me he was too dangerous.

We should arrest him, ask him how to resurrect, drain him of all value, and then use him as bait to kill the stupid brother! "

The consul lowered his eyes, slowly stroking Luo Shiwei's hair with his long and slender hands, and calmly echoed himself centuries ago in his mind.

He said lightly: "But you can't do it."

"Yes... I can't do it. My reason desires that you can do it. Only in this way can we become the real winners. Unfortunately, you can't do it either."

He gave a low laugh, stopped being entangled, and even teased himself: "He is really our destined demon."

No matter in which time period it appears, no matter whether it has been guarded or not, in the end Agel Frydog will be obsessed with getting him.

That being the case, then completely indulge your desires.

Hold him firmly in your hand and completely control him by your side.

The consul stared at him deeply, the color of his pupils slowly deepening in the darkness, like a muddy swamp, surging with thrilling desires.

This is the cursed cupiditatem castle. No one can escape the curse. Anyone who steps here will fall into the sea of ​​desire forever and cannot be reborn.

"Your Mightiness."

Luo Zhiwei's voice suddenly sounded. He pointed curiously at the brocade box on the table and asked, "Are these offerings the presents from these thirty guests?"

Such as the beautiful hands on the first day.

He blinked, but obediently did not touch it directly, but looked up at the consul, waiting for his answer.

"Do not."

Unexpectedly, the consul laughed lowly and said: "Those are just rituals to attract devils with resentment. In fact, they are not qualified to be sacrifices yet."

He picked up a long brocade box on the table. The family emblem on the box shone with golden light under the dim light. The consul opened it slowly and chuckled: "Look."

Luo Zhi looked up curiously, and saw that the brocade box was wrapped with a layer of red silk, and a pair of slender big hands were placed on the soft fabric.

Those hands have been completely stripped of skin and flesh, leaving only white bones, slender finger bones, well-defined joints, exquisite and just right.

The color of white bones, on top of the red silk, set off a strange beauty.

Luo Shiwei's eyelids twitched: "This..."

"These are the hands of a newly grown-up heir of the Frydogg family."

The consul spoke to him in a hoarse and deep voice with a serious tone: "The owner of these hands was also cursed. He was terminally ill when he was an adult, and when he was dying, his first and last contribution was to behead the hands himself. He broke off his hands and sent them to the storage room as sacrifices."

"Cut it off yourself?"

The consul said: "Yes, only such voluntary offerings are eligible to be sacrifices."

Luo Shi stared blankly at the bony hands, and as the man whispered, he seemed to have really seen such a bloody and cruel scene.

The young man who was brainwashed by his family even thought of contributing to the family at the last moment before he died. Blood splashed from his hands and sprinkled the entire white wall.

One hand fell to the ground, and was quickly picked up by a servant to take care of it meticulously. While he was languishing in the blood loss and pain, he put the other hand under the knife switch as if possessed by a demon, Press your body down a little bit...

Accompanied by howling in pain, his hands were cut off by himself, and the young boy who had just grown up fell to the ground dying, his eyes gradually became dizzy and his breath gradually stopped as his vitality was rapidly passing away.

And everyone around him just watched his death and praised him for his loyalty to the family.

Luo Shiwei's fingers curled up slowly.

He stood up suddenly, opened another box, and saw a pair of vivid blue eyes.

The voice of the consul whispered behind him: "Those are the eyes of a royal nobleman. When he was alive, a pair of eyes was called the star of the empire."

Luo Zhiwei continued to open the brocade box, and he saw countless remains of severed limbs, a pair of hands, a pair of eyes, a well-preserved heart...even a corpse soaked in water that seemed to be sleeping....

These sacrifices all stay at the moment they are taken down, the perfect time frame, always fresh and lifelike.

Luo Shiwei even had the feeling of being watched by them.

The hair is creepy.

"These... are all voluntary?"

"of course."

The consul's hoarse voice sounded unprecedentedly fanatical, and he said, "All of this is for the glory of Frydog."

Luo Shiwei turned his head abruptly.

He saw the usually haggard and weak face of the sick beauty, and now when he mentioned the glory of the family, his eyes burst into a bright and sharp light.

His blue-purple thin lips slowly curved up, his snow-white cheeks were flushed with redness, under the dim light, his face was cold and beautiful, and there was also a bit of obstinate madness, like an extreme and cruel fanatic.

And on this huge desktop, there are countless bloody and sinister sacrifices, hidden inside are the sacrifices of countless people at the cost of their lives, all of them are...

All his masterpieces.

At this moment, he is smiling and sharing with him sincerely.

Luo Shiwei suddenly felt a little trembling in his body.

The Archon is still sitting in a wheelchair. He looks so sick and weak, as if he may die at any time, but at the same time, his wrists are so cruel and cold-blooded, spanning centuries, slaughtering countless lives, just to be resurrected.

——Reproduce the glorious glory of Frydog.

This is downright insane.

Perhaps it was because Luo Zhiwei's eyes were too revealing, the man coughed lowly, and his pale face showed a little apology: "I was too hasty to scare you."

"is a bit……"

Luo Shi lowered his eyes slightly, and murmured: "It's the first time for me to face your true face so bluntly, which even makes me unable to bear to think, will someday I also become the person on this table? sacrifice."

"will not."

The consul's hoarse voice was gentle, and he called his name: "Luo, come here, don't be afraid, I won't treat you like this."

Sitting in a wheelchair, he pulled the person over gently but firmly, and whispered to him: "Whether it's me or another Agel, they all like you so much, why are you willing to make you a sacrifice?"

Luo Shiwei took advantage of the situation and sat on his lap, facing him, with his hands on each other's shoulders, his dark eyes were wet looking at the sick beauty in front of him, and asked: "Then what will you do with me? ? For Your Excellency the Consul, maybe locking me in the bedroom with iron chains forever, waiting for your favor, is the best choice, right..."

He said, biting the man's earlobe lightly.

In an instant, one could even feel the usual cold and calm breathing of His Excellency the Consul, and it began to intensify.

The sick beauty rested her hands on the armrests of the wheelchair, her voice was hoarse and deep, and she called him with a hint of warning: "Luo..."

"Your Excellency, I'm here." Luo Shi smiled slightly, as if enjoying breaking his calm surface, one of his hands slowly slid down, and even frivolously ripped open the zipper on the other side, with a soft voice Gradually worsened.

He said: "Since you are going to be resurrected and regain the former glory of Frydog, then in order to ensure my safety, should I learn to do some things in advance...?"

"My lord consul."

Under the dim light, the young man was sitting on the man's body, his chestnut hair was intertwined with the man's moonlight silver hair, his eyes merged with the darkness, and with his heavy breathing, the swirls in his eyes swirled. It's getting weirder.

Perhaps it was the creeping terror of a house full of sacrifices, or the nausea at the man's cold-blooded methods, or the madness of the stimulation.

He desperately wanted to smash the man's calm face, destroy his self-control, watch him show a confused and fascinated expression, and force out emotions that he couldn't even control himself.

Conquer him!

The two rolled together, and Luo Shiwei sat on him. When he was short of breath, he could even see the red corners of the man's eyes, and his increasingly rough movements, all of which represented his inability to control himself.

The boy slowly showed a nasty smile.

"Your Mightiness."

He smiled in his ear, "I just love watching you lose control."

Responding to him was an even rougher consul, and a lingering whisper: "Luo..."

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Luo Zhiwei probably knew that since he walked through the fire of hell, his mental state had problems.

Is it distorted, or is it released by nature, or is it influenced by this cupiditatem castle, and goes to the other extreme.

After all, he was too lazy to state that he was a straight man anymore.

[Brother, as expected, it will become true if you pack too much green tea. 】

Afterwards, Luo Shiwei's eyes were empty, and he kept releasing brain waves to the system: [I found that I have become obsessed with tea art, and even enjoy bullying the consul in this way. 】

【…】The system said slowly: 【Are you sure you are bullying him?Instead of thinking that he is too similar to Yuan Yiqi, through him to find the shadow of the past? 】

???

Luo Shiwei was shocked and flatly denied: [How is it possible!Brother, don't talk nonsense, I didn't use him as a substitute for the original dog! 】

What's more, what qualifications does Yuangou have to be Bai Yueguang, ah no Black Moonlight, and ask him to find a substitute?

He swears that he and Yuangou have a purely py relationship, without any emotion in it!

【However... bro, you missed the point a bit. 】

Luo Shiwei found that the consul was very similar to Yuan Yiqi, but not like him.

Yuan Yiqi's kind of lunatic is a complete pleasure criminal. He is obsessed with art, and everything he does is for his own pleasure. For this reason, he does not hesitate to commit heinous crimes and manipulate the world into his palms;

But the Consul has never been selfish. Everything he does is for the glory of the family. The name Frydoug seems to have been branded on his soul.

He is a cold-blooded and cruel politician who will do anything for his own interests. All he loves is this family. For this reason, he even does not hesitate to use his own relatives and descendants as sacrifices...

Same madness, different temperament.

Like, but not like.

It's very confusing.

He couldn't help but want to ask, Your Excellency the Consul, don't you really know an old Yinbi named Yuan Yiqi?

Or, are you really not his reincarnation?

The consul gently wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "I'll carry you to wash it."

Luo Zhiwei was still immersed in his own thoughts, impatient to be disturbed, so he prevaricated casually: "Don't make noise, Yuangou, I have something else to do."

"..."

"........."

"…………"

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly raised his head, blinked, and looked at the cold and beautiful face in front of him, as if he had finally come to his senses.

Luo Shiwei grabbed his hand and quickly explained with the reaction speed of a tea art master: "I got the Chinese name for you, Yuangou."

...Very well, I really don't know what to say now, Your Excellency the Consul is such a cold-blooded politician, he has tragically become a substitute for Yuangou.

The sick beauty's expression was still terrifying.

He said lightly: "When you walked through the fire of hell, you also called out this name."

"..." Luo Shiwei still tried to struggle: "Listen to my explanation..."

"Is he your lover?" the consul asked softly in a hoarse voice.

"No!" Luo Shiwei flatly denied it.

The next second, he heard the man chuckle and say, "It doesn't matter, Mr. Ghost."

Luo Shiwei's face changed drastically.

In the next second, he was pressed down on the bed in the storage room by the consul's second personality, Agel, unable to move.

He paid a heavy price for his "original dog".

Before he was exhausted, he had only one thought left:

——You have lived a long life, you are wronged, he really didn't have that idea!