The knights who had carried out Duke Lane's orders without hesitation in the past were a bit sluggish this time.

Lan Min, who was crying in Duke Lane's arms, raised his face, his nose and eyes were red. He glanced at the knight who took the orange and peeled it clumsily, and the movement of the knight's hand paused.

The juice of the peeled orange dripped down. Duke Ryan frowned and took the terrible orange, his hands were sticky with the juice.

Duke Ryan held the orange and hesitated again.

He doesn't want to eat.

The sleeve was suddenly pulled.

"Lian" Lan Mo grabbed Duke Lane's sleeve and stared at Duke Lane with his red eyes. He wanted Duke Lane to eat the monster's gift.

Even though Lan Mo knew the monster was on it.

But he still gave the monster's gift to the man who shot it three arrows.

Lan Mo suddenly raised his hand and pushed the orange into Duke Ryan's mouth.

Duke Ryan looked like he was reluctant to eat it just for your sake.

As soon as he bit Duke Lane's brow, his frown deepened, and he had the bloody thought of decapitating the servant who allowed such oranges to be brought on board.

It's too sour and has a terrible fishy smell. Duke Lane has never eaten anything so unpleasant.

After the reminder, my mood became very bad.

The ill will towards you continues to increase - you did it on purpose, it's so bad, ugh.

Skills are being extracted. Congratulations on getting the skill of crying again.

Lan Min's entire back was filled with annoying pain, and physiological tears kept pouring out of his eyes. He didn't know he had so many tears to shed.

The layers of snow-white lace on Duke Ryan's shirt were all wet with his tears.

The tentacle kept biting him like a burrowing gopher. The liquid secreted by the tentacle slid downwards without any obstruction in the dark red silk robe, and the tingling feeling extended from the back of the neck to the tailbone.

Lan Min felt the coolness spread all the way to her ankles, then dripped down and was silently absorbed by the carpet.

"Brother, why are you still crying? I've already eaten oranges.

Duke Ryan covered his sore right face and complained half-seriously, "Give me such sour oranges, I almost want to cry."

"Stop crying, okay?" Duke Lane hugged Lan Min, but his palms touched Lan Min's robe soaked with tentacle tears, and the robe stuck to Lan Min's back.

Duke Lane's expression changed, "Why is your robe wet?"

"Damn it," Duke Lane stood up from the chair and said angrily, "You didn't change your clothes when you came out of the bathroom, did you? You idiot, what do you want to do and die on my ship?"

He immediately pulled Lan Min to stand up from the chair, "I'll ask the servant to get you clothes."

"No." Duke Ryan suddenly thought of asking the servant to take it, then the clothes that the servant touched would be wrapped around the young man again. Thinking of this, Duke Ryan suddenly felt uncomfortable.

“If you don’t want a servant, I’ll get it for you.”

As he spoke, Duke Ryan took off his coat and put it on Lan Min.

"I" Lan Min opened her mouth, her face suddenly changed.

The liquid secreted by the tentacles strangely turned into a solid substance as he stood up.

Lan Min's mind went blank. He was pulled up by Ryan at a loss, and the things that rolled out of his robe were scattered on the floor.

He looked at these things, his pupils slowly dilated - pearls.

The black pearls, under the candlelight, exude a lustrous light. With the white-haired young man as the center, they are scattered in the vermilion carpet, woven into a black bead network.

Lan Min gently raised the soles of his feet, and there was a black pearl embedded in the snow-white soles that rolled down to the soles of his feet at some unknown time.

It's like the magic in fairy tales has entered reality and turned into this dreamy scene.

But the appearance of these black pearls came from the cry of a disgusting monster.

Because he gave his oranges to others.

Lan Min couldn't help but squat down, his white hair hanging down covering his expression. The tentacle was still crying. The pearl rolled down the depression between his butterfly bones. He stretched out his hand and picked up a pearl.

Red eyes looked at this very precious treasure for humans.

The moment he placed the black pearl in his palm, no new pearls appeared in his robe.

The tentacle stopped crying and didn't bite him again.

Do you like him so much? The emotions of these monsters change drastically according to his actions, and the likes and dislikes of the tentacles that can cry and turn into beads are even more straightforward and simple.

Make him want more

Lan Min held the black pearl and lowered his eyes.

"Idiot" Duke Lane finally broke away from the influence of the beautiful and dreamy scene in front of him. He looked at the white-haired young man surrounded by black pearls, and suddenly felt strong uneasiness, and he accidentally called out the name he had promised not to call again.

Lan Min slowly raised her head and smiled with a dazzling smile, her beautiful face still stained with tears, "Lian, they are so beautiful."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lan Min was forcefully pulled out of the area where these black pearls were located by the livid-faced Ryan.

Lan Mo did not resist. There were still some pearls in his robe that had not slipped off just now. Duke Lane dragged him into the house. As he walked, the remaining pearls scattered on his footprints.

"Don't follow me." Duke Ryan stopped the servants and knights who wanted to follow him.

The knight watched their figures disappear and silently looked back.

"Take off your robe"

Duke Lane pulled Lan Mo to the warmest place in the house and said with a very ugly face.

The fire in the large fireplace released heat. Lan Min blinked, looked at Ryan, and took off his red robe. Inside his robe were white pantyhose, and there were a few black pearls hidden on the ruffles piled around his waist.

.

The snow-white upper body was completely exposed to the air, and Lan Min couldn't help but shudder.

Even though Duke Lane was mentally prepared, he was also shocked.

The originally flawless body of the white-haired young man was covered with miserable marks, with dark red circular scars overlappingly branded on the snow-white skin.

Duke Lane felt dizzy. His green eyes were staring at the injuries on the young man's body, and his ears were buzzing.

"Turn, go, go" Duke Lane squeezed out these words from his throat one word at a time.

Lan Min turned around obediently.

The back was even more miserable, with the original skin color almost invisible, only dense red scars.

snap

A precious porcelain bottle shattered. But Duke Lane's anger had not yet been vented. His chest kept rising and falling, muttering to himself.
Chapter completed!