[Quick Travel] Black Moonlight Whitening Plan

The turbulent kiss plundered Lu Chuan crazily with strong emotions.

Arser's breath tightly covered Lu Chuan, almost including his whole body.

Lu Chuan's body trembled slightly, he closed his eyes and couldn't tell what it was like.

He couldn't go back, Arser destroyed the space magic circle, and the only thing connected with his home was destroyed.

From the moment Arser stared at him, he was already planning for a rainy day.

Since he destroyed the magic circle and dared to tell himself, it meant that there was no other way to go back.

But there was an unspeakable sweetness in Lu Chuan's heart.

His feelings are not a one-way cheap payment, and all the actions he just made were just for testing.

Arser knew exactly what kind of person Pi Ke was and even dismissed him.

Lu Chuan probably had a guess in his mind.

With such a distorted personality, I'm afraid Arser's life in the past will not be too satisfactory.

He had no empathy and even killed the previous king for his own rights.

Supporting the new king with his own strength and no minister dared to protest, this is his viciousness.

I'm afraid that before this, the blood of countless people has poured out this answer.

It was a certainty that Arser covered the sky with one hand, and he was powerless.

Then how can such a person determine whether his feelings are love?

He allows himself to ask for it, he thinks that unlimited indulgence is 'love', but they are not on an equal relationship, so Lu Chuan doesn't think it is love.

This led to Lu Chuan's final retreat and hesitation.

Looking at Arser on his body, Lu Chuan's cheeks were flushed delicately, and his clear black eyes were like obsidian washed by rain, which was astonishingly clear.It is hard to look away from the light emitted by the light that seems to have been tempered by despair.

Lu Chuan bit his lip and sat up: "Alser, tell me your story, I want to hear it."

Arser put his arms around Lu Chuan, took him into his arms like coaxing a child, and patted him gently.

His voice was deep and lazy, and his scarlet eyes narrowed, as if a ray of light flashed through them.

"My story, maybe you don't want to know."

Such a dirty and unbearable past is his stain, and it is his biggest forbidden zone.

Lu Chuan put his arms around Arser's waist and buried his head in his arms.

"Alser, you have to know that love is equal. If you want to know everything about me, you should share everything about me."

Arser touched Lu Chuan's hair with hooked corners of his lips: "Since the story has begun, you have to listen to it no matter what."

Lu Chuan didn't know why, but felt a little nervous.

Suddenly, Arser raised Lu Chuan's chin, and there seemed to be thousands of streams of light in those scarlet eyes. In a trance, Lu Chuan unexpectedly entered a completely strange world.

"Here is my whole story."

Arser was born in a remote village.

It is poor and backward, and extremely superstitious.

On the day he was born, the weather was extremely ominous with dark clouds covering the sun.

The villagers began to whisper when they heard the baby's cry coming from the dilapidated cabin.

Arthur's mother escaped from the imperial capital.

He accidentally had an affair with a nobleman, and she fled to this backward small village in order to save her life.

When Arser was born, he had black magic lines on his body, and his whole body exuded an ominous aura.

But her mother could only lie and say it was a birthmark in order not to let herself be affected.

Because the next day, those criss-crossing magic lines disappeared.

The midwife who delivered the baby and the villagers had already become very suspicious, but after all, the child was safe and sound. It was just that the weather that day was really weird, but after all, nothing bad happened.

Until the day Arthur opened his eyes.

The moment the scarlet eyes met the crowd, expressions of horror and anger appeared on the faces of the villagers who were originally curious and scrutinized.Those expressions gradually distorted and became ugly, and even Arthur's mother screamed in fear.

From that moment until Arser was eight years old, he lived in endless abuse and beatings.

At the age of eight, he was beaten to pieces by his mother with a tree branch, but the wounds would always be as good as before the next day.

The mother found out about the secret and abused her even more violently.

Arser didn't understand, he asked his mother, "Why do you always hit me?"

Arser's mother had a maniacal smile on her face, and she slapped Arser's body with joy in her eyes.

"Of course it's because my mother loves you. She hits you because she loves you. Pain is the best way to express love."

"I understand, mother." There was a smile on the corner of Arser's lips, and those scarlet eyes were coquettish and strange.

At the age of ten, my mother finally couldn't stand the villagers' abandonment and insults, and she strangled Arthur by the neck when he came back from chopping firewood. "Why did I give birth to you!! Die, die!!"

Originally, she wanted to use this child to marry into the Earl's Mansion, even if she was a shady lover, she could live comfortably.

Worried about being secretly killed by those nobles, she could only choose to escape from the imperial capital and wait for the child to be born smoothly before going back.

But before the child was born, the Earl's Mansion was suddenly found out to be in collusion with the enemy country, and had been bloodbathed and beheaded. No one in the family was spared.

The woman felt fear in her heart, but she was more fortunate.

Until Arser made a sound, the red pupils with magic patterns were the symbol of the devil.

How could such a dirty and disgusting guy be her child?

The woman wanted to leave Arser and leave alone more than once, but every time she entered the woods, she would walk a long circle and come back again.

She's stuck here.

So the woman began to take revenge on Arthur like crazy, and beat his body hard to eliminate the twisted hatred in her heart.

The pain of suffocation spread all over his body, and Arser narrowed his eyes.

Is this love?

His mother wanted to kill him, so it was love...

Then, he will return all his love to his mother.

Arser drew out the sickle behind him, and mercilessly sliced ​​the woman away.

Large streams of blood spattered on Arser's face, and there was a smile on the young man's delicate and monstrous face, which made people frightened for no reason.He knelt down and looked at his mother lying in a pool of blood: "Do you feel my love? I... also love you."

The woman stared wide-eyed, unwilling to rest in peace. Her death was extremely tragic, but the young man didn't have the slightest emptiness, instead he smiled alluringly.

Finally, Arser left the village.

He was driven out by the villagers.

After all, no one would allow a monster that killed his own mother to continue to exist here.

After Arser left, the cabin was burned to the ground, as if trying to destroy the evidence of his existence.

He wandered into the town, and the flowers here were incomparable to the desolate small villages there.

Arser was driven into the slums, where he saw even uglier human nature.

The potbellied man took a fancy to Arser at a glance. He stepped on the dirty ground in expensive boots and looked at Arser as if giving alms. "Want to get out of here?"

Arser squinted his eyes and smiled, showing no trace of fear in his eyes.

"of course."

The man seemed to have strange thoughts about him, and his greedy and undisguised eyes moved up and down on Arser.

Arser was so exquisite that he had never seen a child more beautiful than her.

The man put his hand on Arser's shoulder and exerted a little force: "Alser, if you want to wear beautiful clothes and eat fresh food, you will have to pay for it."

Arser tilted his head, still smiling and asked, "Why, my lord?"

"Because there will never be a free lunch in this world, the most reasonable existence is to clearly mark the price. Since you want to get something, you have to pay the corresponding price."

So he took off Arthur's cloak suggestively.

Arthur's scarlet and magnificent eyes suddenly stared straight at the man's fat face.

"Sir, do you love me?"

The man thought that Arser agreed, so with a wretched smile on his face, he replied without hesitation: "Of course I love you, my care...uh!!"

The dagger pierced the man's heart, and Arser watched as the man lay in a pool of blood, the scarlet blood staining the expensive carpet.

"This is my love for you in return, and the price is clearly marked."

Arser snapped his fingers, and the blue flame quickly burned the body clean.

He transformed into a duke.

Arser seemed to understand nothing, yet understood everything.

He is a demon, a dirty and despicable existence.

But it is a pity that the ugliness of human nature is much more ferocious than demons. He likes to immerse himself in these ugly human natures and watch them struggle in pain, which will give him pleasure.

Arser read all the books in the man's study. He killed many people and became many people.

Until the end, he killed the prince and cleared the way for the previous emperor to ascend to the throne.

Arser looked at the man's greedy eyes, and he bowed slightly and saluted: "Your Majesty, you promised my request, and you will fulfill it."

The man sneered: "Alser, what right do you have to order me? Don't forget, I gave you what you are today, you lowly devil."

Arser shook his head regretfully: "Idiot."

He slew the king, and himself took out the jewel that was in his ring.

He wants to verify the prophecy on the altar.

Arthur didn't need to sleep, but when the moon was full, he fell into a coma.

A figure appeared indistinctly in the dream, exquisite, beautiful, and as delicate and gentle as a rose when it smiled.

This was the first time Arser felt the greed from the devil.

He wanted that guy, he needed to find out what happened to him no matter what.

There was even an uproar about Arthur killing the king and putting the new king on the throne, but to no avail.

Those who resisted were killed by him, only the dead are not stupid.

When the prophecy of the altar landed in his palm, Arser looked at the coming full moon night, and quietly pursed his lips.

The raging greed in his eyes was undisguised.

That little guy who met countless times in the dream, should be formally meeting soon, right?