[Pride and Prejudice] Red and Black Queen

Dorian Gray had a lot of speculations. His hand holding the candlestick gradually became unstable, and the swaying wax oil dripped on the back of his hand, burning a hot red.

He snorted, and subconsciously wanted to throw away the candlestick, but at this moment, he realized that the candlestick in his hand was taken by Joe.

Dorian Gray took a deep breath and opened his eyes tentatively.

His eyes narrowed into a thin slit, and he could barely see the scene in front of him clearly from under his eyelashes.

Qiao was holding a candle, looking up, staring intently at the painting in front of her. There seemed to be a bottomless vortex in her eyes, which could pull everyone into it.

Dorian Gray was almost lost in her eyes, and he managed to recover only when she called him.

Even Dorian Gray was afraid to look at his own painting, but Jo seemed to see something good, and couldn't take his eyes away at all.

Gritting his teeth, his voice trembling slightly, he asked softly, "What are you looking at?"

"I'm looking at you." Joe said softly.

"No, it's definitely not me!" Dorian Gray retorted loudly as if stimulated.

Joe froze for a moment, turned his head, and looked at him.

"Well, that's right, he needs to produce such a large amount of energy, let alone 50 years of violent emotional fluctuations." Joe evaluated with the system in his head.

system:【……】

Dorian Gray bit his lower lip, avoiding her eyes in embarrassment.

She shone the candlelight on this side, as if she wanted to see his appearance clearly at this time.

Dorian Gray felt like a mouse exposed to the sun, and his whole body was extremely uncomfortable.

He raised his arm subconsciously, blocking his eyes.

"Don't...don't be like this..."

His pale lips were unable to open and close, and he embarrassedly stopped Joe's actions.

However, he felt like a lamb being bound to be slaughtered, unable to break free at all, and could only wait for the butcher knife in her hand to fall.

After a while, Joe removed the candle.

"I'm sorry, I didn't expect you to have such a big reaction. What are you afraid of?"

"Afraid of candlelight? Afraid of me? Or... afraid of yourself?"

Dorian Gray still defended palely, "This is not me, this is definitely not me!"

"I'm so handsome, how could I look like the person in the painting..." He laughed awkwardly, "Miss Wickham, is it because the view here is not good, did you admit it wrong? The ghost in this painting is clearly devil!"

Joe said nothing.

Dorian Gray's heart hung high, almost suffocating.

After a long time, when he was almost overwhelmed by his complex emotions, Joe's voice sounded slowly——

"Mr. Gray, this is you, please don't be afraid of yourself."

Dorian Gray broke down: "You don't know, you don't understand anything!"

Joe suddenly reached out and pressed his hand.

Dorian Gray shrank subconsciously, but her hand was still tightly held by her.

Qiao said seriously: "There has never been a devil here, don't scare yourself!"

"Come and see, take a good look!"

She pulls him to the painting.

Dorian Gray squeezed his eyes shut, not wanting to look, and not daring to look.

Joe's hand became tighter and tighter, "Mr. Gray, I'm here, by your side, you don't have to be afraid of anything, even if there is a devil, I will beat it away for Mr.

She spoke too righteously, as if she could really do it.

Dorian Gray couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth.

Joe: "Since I choose to trust Mr. Gray, doesn't Mr. Gray trust me?"

"I'll do my best to protect Mr. Gray."

"Mr. Gray, please face yourself, there are no devils here, only the desire and indulgence in your heart!"

"This painting is about the consequences you will bear after you choose to indulge yourself."

"But it's also Mr. Gray, so I suppose..." Jo hesitated.

Dorian Gray was a little curious, "What do you think?"

Joe: "If Mr. Gray is afraid of this painting, can I keep this painting? I think this painting is very good."

Dorian Gray's eyes widened in disbelief, "What did you say? Okay?"

He couldn't help but tapped his ears, trying to see if he heard it wrong.

He stared at Jo, who looked up at the picture.

With a delighted smile, she said, "Yes, I think I can learn a lot from this painting."

Dorian Gray: "No, it's not that I don't want to give it, but it's a contract with the devil."

He twitched his lips, "Didn't the world say that I signed a contract with the devil? They are right, this painting is the content of the transaction."

"The person in this portrait was originally me, but the devil has cast his own magic to make the person in this painting the victim of my hurt."

Looking at Joe, he unknowingly told his whole story, "I was injured, the wound will not show on the body, it will only show on the person in the painting, even the damage to the body caused by my staying up late, carnival, and indulgence. All kinds of devastation will also be revealed on this. I will always be young and handsome, and the old and injured will only be the people in the painting."

Joe turned his head, surprised.

Dorian Gray smiled bitterly, "From this point of view, I am no different from a devil."

"But whether it's in front of you or in the painting, it's just Mr. Dorian Gray. I'm sure, please stop saying that, Mr. Gray."

Qiao Dundun was tempting, "Actually, it's not too late for you to repent now."

Dorian Gray shook his head and said to himself: "You are right, why should I be afraid of this painting, afraid of myself? I will really become like this soon."

His body trembled, but he still tried his best to suppress his fear, slowly raised his head, and looked at the painting.

The huge canvas painted a Dorian Gray who was equal to him, but that Dorian Gray had a crooked mouth and slanted eyes, his eyes were cloudy and bloodshot, his eyes were almost covered by dark circles, huge bags under his eyes were drooping, and his face was full of bloodshot eyes. It was wounds and acne marks, and there were traces of cuts on his body, and red and yellow pus began to flow out of these wounds.

Dorian Gray looked at the cut wounds and said in a low voice: "I have done a lot of wrong things. I don't know how many people hate me, and I don't know how many people want to take revenge on me. I always thought that these would not Leaving traces, it turns out that the traces have already left on my body, no matter what, they cannot be erased."

Joe: "At least not all the injuries on your body are wrong."

Dorian Gray: "You are such a kind lady, it's a pity that someone like me is completely unworthy of your expectations."

"Not a single wound on my body is innocent."

"What about... this one?" Joe rested his fingers on his hand in the painting.

Dorian Gray followed the trend, and saw a purple patch on the back of "Dorian Gray"'s hand in the painting, which seemed to be the superimposition of the marks from the burn just now and the marks from when he took Joe away from the church.

Joe withdrew his hand and whispered: "At least, this wound is for me, to help me."

Dorian Gray opened his mouth, "No, I clearly... I locked you in the church on purpose, and wanted you to get to know those nobles better, maybe, this would pull you down, and then I brought you out, no I want to save you, but I just want you to think that I am still a reliable person, believe me, and then I can lure you into hell."

Joe: "You just raised the candlestick for me, you can't explain it?"

"That's... that's... that's just a small subconscious action."

Qiao smiled slightly, "It is this action that I know you still have humanity."

She ran her fingers across the figure and rested them on the back of Dorian Gray's hand.

She said seriously: "Mr. Gray sold himself to the devil, and I will follow this trace of humanity to snatch him back from the devil."

Dorian Gray was stunned.

Joe: "I'm not afraid of the devil, and I can't wait to see it to test how strong my belief in God is."

The system couldn't bear it any longer, and said faintly: [Let me tell you a joke, Qiao Qiao has a firm belief in the gods of the earth and stars, poof! 】

Joe ignored the system that only complained and dismantled himself when he had nothing to do.

She said honestly and kindly: "This is my long-cherished wish, please Mr. Gray let me fulfill this long-cherished wish."

Dorian Gray didn't know what to say.

"me……"

Joe stared at him intently, "Can I? Can I take it?"

Dorian Gray's shoulders were sagging, and he could not refuse Miss Wickham who wanted to fight the devil for him.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, you let Miss Wickham do this for me, what can I do for you?"

He knew how dangerous the devil was, and he also knew how much risk Miss Wickham had taken for him, so affectionate, how could he live up to it?

Dorian Gray was confused and bewildered.

He is used to disappointing others, and this is the first time he wants to truly live up to it.

He stepped forward and landed on one knee.

He reached out to take Joe's hand, bowed his head like a medieval knight, and kissed her fingertips lightly.

Compared with the frivolous kiss when they first met, the kiss at this time is more solemn and submissive.

He was really impressed by Miss Wickham's great personality and selfless soul.

Just when he was about to kiss her, his body seemed to be emptied, and his mind suddenly went blank like a drunken fragment.

He came back to his senses and saw Joe withdrew his hand.

He blinked, not remembering whether he had kissed Joe's finger or not.

Joe smiled and hugged his hand, "Mr. Gray, you don't have to, get up quickly."

Did you kiss?

Dorian Gray put one hand on his heart, "I don't know how long I can live, but before that, please let me do something for you."

Joe: "I don't have any requirements. If Mr. Gray really wants to do something, then go and repent sincerely. Whether you are cast aside, hurt, or lose your wealth, go to everyone you hurt. Apologize to others, to make up for the harm you have caused, and sincerely ask for their forgiveness."

Dorian Gray lowered his head, "Well, my lord, as you wish."

Joe raised his hand, touched his head, and imprinted him with mental power.

The system that was still watching the movie immediately froze.

【Master, what are you doing? 】

Joe: "This body can still continue to produce energy. I want to print my name on the oil. I'll see how the devil will snatch it from me!"

With the help of Dorian Gray, Joe moved the painting upstairs and prepared to send it to where Joe was.

Dorian Gray has her stamp on her, and she has the painting in her hand.

Come on, devil, it's waiting for you!

If you want to compete with her for energy, there is no way!

She not only wants to draw energy, but also squeezes Dorian Gray's emotional energy, and also squeezes out the devil's energy.

System: [Seeing that the master is so rogue, I feel relieved. 】