snow white his stepmother

Morian's body fell to the ground, and the air was filled with a thick smell of blood.

There were panicked footsteps outside, followed by a knock on the door: "Queen Morian, are you in?"

An Jie and Snow exchanged glances, and he walked to the door and asked, "The Queen has something to do right now, it's inconvenient, what can I do?"

The person outside asked, "Who are you?"

An Jie said: "I am the queen's servant, and sometimes I can represent the queen's mouthpiece." He started talking nonsense, and put his hands and feet on the door to prevent people outside from pushing the door open all at once, "Just say anything Well, if it’s inconvenient, you can let the queen know when she’s free.”

"Okay." The people outside compromised, "It was the prince who asked me to notify that Snow White is gone, and ask the queen to pay attention."

An Jie replied: "Okay, I will tell the queen, is there anything else besides that?"

"No more." The people outside complained, "If something else happened besides this, it would be too troublesome." After finishing speaking, his footsteps gradually went away.

An Jie heaved a sigh of relief, but when he turned his head, he saw that Snow had already cut open the queen's belly, and a large pool of blood poured out, but he still put his hand in, stirring up the sound of gurgling water.

An Jie's heart jumped, cold sweat broke out on his back, his voice was sharp because of horror: "What are you doing?!"

There was no expression on Snow's face. The heavy curtains blocked all the light outside. Whether the lights in the room were lit or not made his thin face look gloomy.

"Take out his heart and liver, and make a bowl of soup for Lucas."

An Jie froze for a moment, but he heard Snow talking to himself: "I don't know if Lucas can eat such an old and shriveled heart and liver." After speaking, he held out a bloody and bloody meat piece.

An Jie almost didn't spit it out. He was inexplicably angry, and wanted to kick Snow, but felt—this person has been tortured so much, it seems that this kind of revenge is not too much?

His mood was extremely complicated, and his stomach was so entangled that he wanted to spit it out. There was a bang in his head, but Snow still said, "Ange, please help me. If I remember correctly, the bedside There are thick iron nails as long as arms in the chest, and they are nailed to the barrel that stands by the fireplace."

"Don't tell me that you are going to put this corpse in the barrel and tell it to roll with the barrel." An Jie said coldly, and this is also the ending of the queen in the original plot.

Unexpectedly, Snow nodded, with a slight smile on his gloomy face: "Yes, you are indeed my Angel, you really understand me."

An Jie didn't move, Snow's expression gradually sank, he stood up, let the sticky blood drip down from his hands, and said coldly: "What, Angel? Are you rejecting me?"

An Jie said, "He's dead."

Snow said: "That's right, so I've done him the greatest kindness." He walked to the fireplace, vacated the pastry plate, put the piece of meat he was holding on it, pulled off the tablecloth and wiped it. Hand, "You know, in the matter of death, I didn't torture him like they did me."

An Jie was speechless. Although he could already cut off a person's head or directly crush his heart in order to confirm whether a person was really dead, but no matter what, he couldn't do what Snow did to a corpse. to torture.

He could only persuade: "The queen has changed her body, and torturing this body can't really torture him."

Snow laughed—probably a smile, the corners of his mouth curled up a little, but only a little bit of skin: "Do you want me to kill you?"

Angie stopped talking.

Snow walked over slowly, and he threw the tablecloth for wiping his hands on the ground, and the raised wrinkles became dull due to absorbing the blood.

An Jie stared at the tablecloth that was gradually turning dark red, but Snow raised his head while pinching his neck.

"Do you want me to kill you?" Snow slowly closed his hands and asked coldly.

An Jie had no choice but to say in a soothing voice as much as possible: "Snow, dear Snow, I just think you are a little extreme now, and there is no other meaning, please calm down."

Snow's hands closed suddenly, and he pushed An Jie hard against the wall, making a bang.

"Anjie'er, Anjie'er, do you even want to resist me?"

An Jie grabbed his hand, pulled his fingers, and said with difficulty: "This is not resistance, it's just my different views. What's more, what you want to do can't be realized at all. I'm an escaped helper in the kitchen. You It’s the missing princess, we can’t even go into the kitchen, let alone cook soup with the heart and liver of the corpse!”

He was really annoyed by Snow, and he gave up on himself: "If you want to kill, kill me, and see if Lucas eats my heart and liver, and it tastes different!"

Snow didn't speak anymore, he closed his fingers expressionlessly, almost grabbed An Jie off the ground, and could barely support it with his toes.

The world outside the heavy curtains was already dusk when the sun was about to set completely. At this moment, another soul that was sleeping in Snow's body, which was divided into two, gradually woke up and began to snatch the body.

Unlike waking up during the day, this time he quickly stabilized his state, and when An Jie was still struggling in the pain of suffocation, he quickly let go of his hand, tears streaming down his face.

An Jie fell to the ground all of a sudden, holding his throat and coughing.

"Oh, my god, what the hell did I do?!" Snow's tender and affectionate eyes were full of disbelief. He wanted to help An Jie, but his eyes were burned by the red and swollen pinch marks on An Jie's neck, and he backed away in despair. took two steps.

"Anjie'er, my Angel, I really hurt you!"

An Jie had a headache, he was powerless to comfort this soft and docile Snow, and the burning sensation in his throat made him unable to make a sound.

In the end, Snow still couldn't stand the torment in his heart, walked up to An Jie, hugged him tremblingly, and apologized: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, my An Jie."

An Jie was exhausted, and raised his finger to his lips, signaling Snow to shut up. His temples and ears were buzzing, and he really couldn't stand someone making noise next to his ears.

Snow then shut up, and he hugged An Jie sobbingly, with a look of pain and melancholy, on the contrary, he looked more like a poor wretch in need of comfort than An Jie.

The two of them curled up on the ground close together like this, and after an unknown amount of time, An Jie finally said: "Get up, if we stay like this, someone will find us." His voice was extremely hoarse, reminiscent of the old Fragile paper.

Snow's tears were about to fall again, he grabbed An Jie's hand and kissed him repeatedly, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

An Jie was really powerless, he freed his hand, stood up and said, "Let's dispose of the body, don't just throw it away, it's too easy to be discovered."

Snow nodded, got up obediently, and then An Jie saw that Snow walked to the bedside table familiarly, and took out an arm-length iron nail tied together with a rope from it. Seeing An Jie look over, She also smiled shyly: "This is the habit of my mother, I discovered it a long time ago."

An Jie didn't know what expression to make at all, his throat was hurt and he couldn't speak, so he shut his mouth and walked to the stool by the fireplace without saying a word.

Snow's gaze followed An Jie, and when he saw him refusing in silence, there was some blank grievance in his eyes: "What's the matter? Angel?"

An Jie then spoke in a hoarse voice, "You want to nail the corpse in a wooden barrel?"

Snow hesitated for a while, as if he had thought about it, walked up to An Jie with the iron nail, half-kneeled in front of him, and said softly: "If Angel is not willing, then forget it."

He gently kissed An Jie's palm, and rubbed it with his lips: "As long as it is what An Jie said, I am willing to listen to it."

"But..." He looked at An Jie with a face full of hesitation and sadness, "I did this just to take advantage of Lucas' concern for Morian, to make him turbulent and reveal his flaws, so that we could have a chance." Just take advantage of it."

"Angel, don't you think it's despicable to do so?"

"Maybe you think I'm just venting unnecessary, unnecessary anger at the people I hate, but you know what? After I was caught by Lucas, I was stabbed in the chest, drained of all the blood, and was Morian tried to cut off the heart to make soup for him. I almost died, but they pulled me back from the hands of the god of death and told me to continue pretending to be a princess to marry Lucas so that they could get me country, and all this pain makes me feel like I'm in hell."

"Now I can get revenge, and I didn't intend to torture Morian, I just did some actions on his corpse, and I did this to hurt Lucas."

"Does Angel think I'm doing something wrong?"

An Jie was speechless, Snow had never said so many words, and never explained the ins and outs to him in such a soft and compromising tone.

After explaining in this way, he felt that he was right or wrong.

Then Snow spoke again, his demeanor and voice were extremely warm, if not for the sentence of a disemboweled corpse behind him, An Jie would have felt that they were sitting in a warm room with a fire burning. Tea, eat cakes, talk about romance.

"Dear Angel," he said, "we are taking revenge. Why should we pity on the corpse of an enemy? Even if we disembowel it and dismember it, it is only the corpse of an enemy? "

In the end, with the assistance of An Jie, Snow nailed Morian's body whose heart and liver had been taken out into a wooden barrel.

They got two footmen, knocked them unconscious, tied them up firmly, changed their clothes, and went out the door with the covered pastry plate containing Morian's heart and liver.

An Jie took a few steps with the plate, and suddenly realized that Snow hadn't followed, and looked back: "Honey, what are you doing?"

After waiting for quite a while, Snow closed the door and ran over. There was a gentle smile on his face, and his affectionate eyes were as bright as stars: "There are still some traces, I cleaned it up."