Dragon Race: My boss is Lu Mingze

In the dimly lit opera house, scenes of joy and sorrow were constantly staged.

The story tells the story of a quadrangular love.

Oscar, disguised as a woman, is the captain of the kingdom's guards. Together with the princess, she is deeply infatuated with the young Swedish nobleman Felson.

But what Felson loves is Crown Princess Mary, and for this reason he has secretly had trysts with her in the court many times.

But Mary is the princess after all, and this relationship can only end bleakly in the end.

After going through many twists and turns and hardships, Oscar discovered that what he really loved was his subordinate, Andre.

She stands in the middle of the fork in the road between men and women, nobles and commoners. Under the tide of the times, she can only slowly lead to tragedy in the end.
They could have escaped everything, but Oscar, a nobleman, gave up his noble status and resolutely fought for justice and the people.

In the end, despite the persuasion of his family, Oscar went to Paris with his childhood sweetheart André, and sacrificed his life for the capture of the Bastille.

In the end, all the actors bowed deeply, and this gorgeous opera came to an end.

Erika's eyes were clouded with mist, and her hands were tightly grasping Xia Tian's skirt.

"We still couldn't be together in the end," Erika thought to herself.

"This is the price they paid for justice." Xia Tian sighed, he turned his head, on the seat behind, Lilith's face was also covered with tears, her lips were bitten, and blood oozes out.

After all, the characters in the play still can’t get rid of the influence of the times on them. Even the “three-level meeting” can’t solve the long-standing problems in France. All kinds of encounters make Oscar more and more inclined to support the common people. In the end, she decided to lead her subordinates to initiate the “French Revolution.”

The irreconcilable contradictions accumulated in that era eventually led to the tragedy of Oscar and Andre.

It is their tragedy as well as the tragedy of the times.

And the world I live in is also a huge tragedy.

Xia Tian walked out of the opera house silently holding Erika's hand, and the soft lights inside the Tokyo Sky Tree poured down, as if it had been a lifetime away.

"Not sad." Erika pressed her forehead against the man's chest, like the male and female protagonists in a stage play, embracing each other tightly.

Xia Tian touched the girl's back with his hands, and after watching the performance, he was actually not sad nor sad.

He was just afraid, he was afraid that he would be like Andre in the opera, and he would not be able to be with the girl he loved in the end.

"To be with Xia Tian" the pure heart of the girl only had this one thought.

Lilith from behind watched this scene silently, feeling a little sad secretly.

Restrooms in the sky tree, women's toilets.

Inside was a handsome boy who was as handsome as a star and the moon. The tear moles at the corners of his eyes made him look more feminine, and he put his hands in the pockets of his cropped trousers.

The sound of high heels trampling on the ground came, and a sad woman walked into the filthy place of the world.

She saw the man and got down on her knees.

The cold tiles exuded a stench, and the forehead touched the ground, and the cold air continued to flow in.

"Your Highness"

"You are still here"

The boy's smile was a little crazy, he walked up to the woman, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath.

Lilith exuded a scent of perfume that was unique to women, and her hair was messy on the back of her smooth and clean neck.

He reached out and gently stroked the woman's face.

"I was the one who pulled you out of the stinking pile of dead people, otherwise, your fate would only rot like carrion that has been bitten by flies countless times, and was finally discarded by the roadside"

"It's not the same as back then, you don't smell anymore, you're a beautiful woman again"

Lilith's black and thick hair was naturally scattered, and what was covered by the black hair was the face enduring great pain, with tears overflowing uncontrollably.

"Please, don't do this," the rose petal-like lips opened and closed, pleading constantly.

Any part of this boy is enough to remind her of her past.

It was a filthy woman, a she-beast possessed by an addictive drug.

And she gave almost her entire life for her youthful desires, and he was this woman's biggest nightmare.

In the past, she had some awe and admiration for the Highness or "God" who saved her from the flames, but, but, now he came with such a skin.

Came with her nightmare.

So that lord, in fact, doesn't have any feelings for himself.

He doesn't even owe his boss the love and care for his subordinates, it's just that the young man is greedy for his own body, while he only cares about his own value.

"Do things for me, I can destroy this boy's body and soul for you"

"Come, come back to me." The young man stretched out his hand and grabbed the woman's head. That beautiful and well-dressed face was enough to make most men's hearts flutter.

But what the boy saw was a haggard face with some resentment, and the exquisite makeup painted was wet with tears.

"Crying like this, the makeup is all over, you are my woman." He fixed the woman's head with his hands, and the black hair fluttered in the air.

The wind was blowing in the window of the women's toilet, and the lips of the boy and the woman were pressed tightly together.

Almost devouring this dull-eyed woman.

She let herself be manipulated blankly, and she suddenly realized that the brilliance of these years was nothing but the surface.

It's just that what was imprisoned in those years was her body, but now, her soul and body are imprisoned.

She couldn't refuse the boy's hot kiss. In her eyes, the domineering handsome boy was the most terrifying demon king.

He is the master of her life.

She can't escape.

Why did he want to bring this boy's skin to see him? It's nothing more than the devil's favorite plaything, and he is inseparable from others, so he is burning with anger.

Lilith's long black hair is soft and beautiful, and the warm touch is hard to put down.

Her body lay flat on the smelly tiles.

What she needs is obedience, obedience and obedience.

She stared feebly at the figure shaking in front of her.

To break a person's heart, one must hit hard at the weakest part of her heart.

And she seemed to be crushed.