Heartbreaker

When Lame Laige and Broken Arm Eminem rushed to the cabin outside Huapai Town, One-Eyed Aiur had already placed Barbara in place and lit a torch to light up the house.This is an abandoned forest cabin, the door lock is rusted, the sawdust is falling off, and there are many ant nests lurking around.A few worn-out wooden stick nets hung on the wall, and the pungent dust gave off a rotten stench.Lame Laige sat down on the bed and moaned together with the flimsy bed, "Damn, I'm so fucking exhausted!"

Cursing, he tossed the head, which was in the crook of his arm, and it rolled right at Barbara's feet.Barbara looked at the stone-gray dead face and screamed, "What is this!"

Broken Arm Eminem also put down Head Van Went's body, "That boar you love."

"Bah, it's better to die!" Barbara vented her anger and kicked and kicked at the corpse, spitting on that face.One-eyed Aiur kept looking out along the crack of the door, then turned his head and said, "Here we come."

Barbara ran to the door anxiously, "Who is it? Lemon?"

Lame Laige rubbed the convulsed leg, and said in a strange way, "Lymon? Quack, quack, he took that little princess away, quack, maybe in some grove where he would have a great time, and he would never think about it again." Come back..."

Broken-arm Emu was dumbfounded, "Satan, are we going to break up?"

"Impossible." One-eyed Ior said briefly, pushed open the door, and called out, "Chichikov, here."

Chichikov slipped in through the door like a loach, and the one-eyed Ayre closed the door, almost pinching Popolo's big head.Brother Eggshell groaned in obvious fear when he saw the ferocious disabled three brothers, and clung to the wall like skins.

"Okay, everything is ready, thanks to you not losing the chain." The old man said.Once Lemmon isn't around, he's the default villain boss.The lame Raig bared his teeth and snorted coldly.Chichikov rolled up his sleeves and took out the iron box from his chest, "Don't waste time, let's get started."

One-eyed Ior nodded, and pieced the corpses together.Barbara asked in surprise, "What is this for?"

"Remove your spell, Barbara." Chichikov lit his pipe and took a puff comfortably. "Lymon's orders. He wants you to marry this Head Van Went."

Barbara's eyes were as big as spinning wheels, staring at Van Went's dead face, "Did I hear you right, he's a dead man."

Chichikov said, "You heard me right. Popolo, come here. A priest is required to preside over the wedding."

Popolo and Barbara were equally astonished, "Lord, Chichikov, a wedding requires an exchange of vows, and this man is dead!"

"I know." Chichikov grinned, "so I'm ready."

He opened the lustrous and cold iron box, and a fat black centipede drilled out from inside. With rustling legs, it rushed towards the monk with lightning speed!Popolo jumped up screaming, and the black centipede walked around him and crawled into the bloody cut of Heide Vanwent's neck.Half of its body penetrated into the head, and half of its body penetrated into the body, like an artificial spine, connecting the broken corpses together.

"Ah!" Popolo exclaimed, "Another cult!"

Lame Raig raised the hammer and said fiercely, "You're so fucking noisy, shithead! Tell me to smash your knees."

Chichikov smiled strangely, "Don't threaten him, Laige. Popolo is the spokesman of God now."

It has to be said that Lame Laig's hammer played a key role. Popolo swallowed and shrank behind the old man, "What should I do?"

Chichikov glanced at the corpse and Barbara, "Read the wedding vows for the newlyweds."

"Wait," Barbara shrieked, "I don't want to marry him!"

Chichikov said, "This will allow you to break the spell. Or do you think you can't do it with a dead person? I said I have a way."

"No..." Barbara shook her head and said anxiously, "I, I can't do it...the wedding is...to me...too...sacred, holy and loyal...I've hated it since I was a child, I Can't take it..."

Chichikov said, "Then you can bear to be a dwarf?"

She bowed her head silently.The old man was smoking a cigarette, and said suddenly, "Because of Raymond?"

Tears filled Barbara's eyes, she nodded, shook her head vigorously, sniffed, "No, it's not because of him...he's just a nasty little kid...but, the wedding is for me Seriously... you can't be so casual, Chichikov..."

"Lemon asked me to tell you a word." The old man stared at her tear-stained face and said, "Remember those men who spurned you, and let them lick your feet like dogs in the future."

Barbara smiled wryly, and calmed down under the sound of the lame Legger grinding his teeth.Kneeling beside Head Van Went's body, she said to Popolo, "I'm ready, Father."

"That's good." Popolo was excited again, immersed in the joy of taking the oath, completely forgetting that one of the newcomers was a corpse, "By the power of the Lord's great light, I declare that you are about to become a holy husband and wife. From now on you Will fall into dire straits, enduring the endless unreasonable troubles of the other party. Minor misfortunes, quarrels; catastrophes, each finds a way out. The other party is your previous life’s creditor, your present life’s enemy. You don’t want to kill each other all the time, but you have to Bound by morality and responsibility, I live a dull and boring life day after day..."

The three disabled brothers laughed loudly behind them.Barbara frowned and said, "Why is this different from what I've heard? Don't be a fake monk."

Popolo said solemnly, "This is what I got from reading the Bible. Don't doubt its authenticity, bride!"

Chichikov said, "Yes, it would be disrespectful to interrupt the priest, Barbara."

Popolo cleared his throat and continued, "...living a dull and boring life day after day. Even so, you are willing to love him, protect him, take care of him, and spend the rest of your life with him until the end of your death ?"

"Damn it." Barbara twisted her face, "Okay, I do."

"Thank you very much, bride." Popolo turned his head to look at the corpse, "Uh...groom, what's your answer?"

Chichikov blew a thin and long whistle, and the centipede immediately straightened its dark, prickly hard shell, and rattled the corpse's head at an angle.Head Van Went's face suddenly took on a swirling, twisted shape.He groaned hoarsely, his skin shriveled and curled like dried sheepskin, and the centipede was buried in his flesh and blood, making the corpse twitch.

That mouth was forcibly recessed into a mourning mouth shape, and said, "I...will...will..."

These three words seemed to have exhausted the last bit of his strength, and his entire face instantly turned into a naked skull, as if his twitching fingers fell to the ground.Barbara sneered coldly, while Popolo swallowed heavily, and said, "On behalf of the Almighty Lord! I declare that you are officially married!"

The cross in his hand suddenly flashed a dazzling light, illuminating the room.A purple smoke suddenly dissolved from the darkness, wrapped Barbara layer by layer, and extinguished the torch hanging on the wall!The darkness engulfed the hut again, and the woman let out a scream, while the men blocked the smoke and whirlwind with their arms, their eyes widened until a strange figure loomed out of the smoke.

When the wind and smoke cleared, the tall figure lowered his head slightly, his honey-colored curly hair was like a waterfall in the sun, hanging on the tattered short skirt and shining brightly.The white and greasy skin covering the whole body is like the milk-colored moonlight.Lame Reig's facial features twisted as if he had chewed a few bunches of peppers, the broken arm Emu opened his mouth so wide that he could swallow an ostrich egg, and the one-eyed Aiur raised his eyebrows.Popolo exclaimed, "The power of the Lord is so amazing!"

Chichikov looked at the glamorous figure in the center of the room that could light up the darkness, took a puff of his pipe in surprise, and grinned, "Oh, the goddess is here."

****

It is a very refreshing thing to control a galloping horse.I used to do that when I was a kid.It's a pity that I'm not good at riding, and my skinny legs and feet can't control the stirrups well. I rolled down a hillside with my horse and man, and almost fell like a puppet torn apart.

They took me back to the cage.When I lay dying on the velvet bed, with tears in my eyes looking at the bright sunlight pouring in through the French windows, the devil Airon visited my hospital bed quietly again.He stood between the golden windowpane and the wine-red bed curtain, looking at me with his arms folded. He was taller and more handsome than last time, with broad and tight shoulders, and every inch of his muscles was graceful and full of strength, as if carved out by Gessen. statues of gods.

I huddled under the quilt desperately, not wanting to be stabbed by the light flickering at the tip of his hair.Ai Rong dragged me out by my hair, and said pityingly and mockingly, "What's the matter with your brown hair? You dyed it by yourself, in order to escape? My father was furious when he heard about it. He said , 'Since that bastard doesn't want to be a member of the Saul family, let him get out as soon as possible'. I also intercede for you again and again, don't make your father unhappy in the future, and live with a little self-knowledge, dear Lemon."

As he spoke, he broke my leg.

After I fell from the horse and was brought back to the palace, I recuperated for a full month.I was slumped on the bed like a lump of mud, surrounded by sheets of music and collections of poetry.When I was finally able to remove the bandage and get out of bed, the maid brought me a brand new dress and said coldly, "Prince Lemon, this is the dress that the palace craftsman ordered for you. In a few days, princesses from all over the world will wear it." Coming here, you need to look decent."

She didn't tell me that I knew what kind of ghost I was.Needless to say, you all know how dirty and smelly a boy is if he doesn't bathe or shave for a month.I was tidied up by the maids, looking at the idiot in the mirror who looked more ridiculous because of the gorgeous clothes, I changed into an ordinary cloth shirt, tucked the baggy trousers into the broken boots, picked up the lyre, and walked out slowly room.

When the first rays of sunlight hit my face, I thought something good was going to happen today.As a result, the second I stepped into the green grass, a shield was suddenly thrown on my face, knocking me and the lyre in my hand into the air.I heard the boys laughing and hissing, and Airon's voice was especially piercing.

And girls giggling.Oh, God.During the few days I stayed in the room, what happened in the palace?Those unfamiliar voices surround my ears, like shaking arms in a nightmare, pulling|pulling the knots out of my nerves from my skull.I was lying on the grass, and the hot sun seemed to be piercing with needles, but I couldn't move at all.Wet liquid dripped down my face, I don't know if it was blood or tears, I heard a choking in my throat, which made me hate my existence even more.

"Are you OK?"

A soft voice sounded above my head.I didn't look up.That soft little hand grabbed my hand that was digging in the dirt and helped me up again until I showed a crying face covered with snot, tears and bruises.

My hair is still the usual dark brown, and I dress like a shabby poor man.

"Don't cry, poor little servant." She comforted me, and glanced coldly at the laughing guy in the middle of the crowd, "Ai Rong is an annoying guy. He likes to bully others the most. In the future, if he If he bullies you just because he is a prince, you can ignore him, or come to me, and I will help you."

After saying that, Yangtao handed me a pure white silk handkerchief, and wiped off the dirt on my face.At that time, I didn't know that the girl in front of me was my cousin, and I didn't know that she would be Airon's fiancée.All I know is that under the white sun at noon, a row of well-dressed aristocratic children leaning against the fence, laughing at this stupid fool, only Yang Tao came over and tore the fool off the ground.

At that time, there were only clear skies for five consecutive days, and I fell in love with someone so easily.

****

The night wind whistled in my ears, and I heard the cries of the foreign peach caught in it.She was terrified, leaning against my arms, trembling with fear like a wounded canary, and I was the vicious cat that broke the birdcage, running contentedly on the eaves with its prey in its mouth.

I tightened the reins, and the horse slowed under my strength.The wind gradually died down. I looked at the girl in my arms and said with a smile, "Your Highness, we meet again."

She stared blankly at me, at my blood-stained half of my body.As if nothing had happened, I picked off a blood stain stuck to my left cheek.Covering her face and crying in the smell of blood, she said, "It's not true...it's not..."

I neighed the steed, "Not what?"

"You killed someone—!" she whimpered, "You killed me..."

"Make you a widow on your wedding night?"

She thumped my chest violently, breaking down and crying as she thumped.I got off the horse, took her off again, and walked towards the deserted woods, pulling her arm.

The lonely and deserted place aroused her fear, and Yangtao cried out, "You villain! You don't want to put me--put me--"

I smiled maliciously, "I'm not going to do anything. For now."

She struggled non-stop, stumbling on the uneven ground, and her messy blond hair was stuck in several locks by the dust.I said, "Be honest, Your Highness, I don't want to knock you out and carry you away, that would be a little troublesome."

Yangtao took a few deep breaths, and regained the composure I admired in her eyes, "Tell me, where are you taking me?"

"Take you to meet the person you should marry." I grinned coldly, seeing the astonishment in her eyes with satisfaction, "Airon Sol."