Has Mr. Shenshang submitted the manuscript today?

"Balzac, what nonsense are you talking about? Why don't you do anything?" Dickens frowned in disgust, his eyes were always on the same level as God's, completely ignoring him.

"Ah, ah, look at your irritable appearance." Balzac smiled mockingly.Dickens, the leader, has no deterrent effect on him at all. He continued, "What? Did the Holy Maiden beat you out?"

He acted as if suddenly enlightened, "Look at you, you locked him up just like that if you didn't agree with each other, and when you're done, you're still kicking your legs like a pug..."

"Shut up!!!" Dickens yelled angrily, but did not refute.The facts are indeed as Balzac said, after Maupassant was forced to lock up yesterday, he actually didn’t take this matter too seriously, but took it as a necessary means to persuade the saint, and the whole person was immersed in finding the last In the joy of the excellent sacrifice.

He never thought that that daring, pig-like thing had actually polluted the pure heart of the saint and alienated him, a loyal servant.

The way Maupassant poured him a head of Ceylon black tea was so lively and fragrant, and it was the first time he had seen such a vigorous and flamboyant beauty in his life, which made his heart surge uncontrollably.But, but—Dickens gritted his teeth "creakingly", "It's all because of this vicious mouse..."

It was all because of him that the Holy Lady would ruthlessly stamp Dickens as abandoned, and she didn't even want to look at him.

Dickens was about to lose his temper because of the shock and anger. He shouted at Balzac who was watching the show and the god who was still expressionless, "What are you waiting for? Why don't you treat this inferior The pig let me bleed for the fun of my god?!"

"Tut tsk tsk, look at it, you turned your nose upside down in anger." The clown dragged his voice and dragged his tune, every word seemed to be dancing on Dickens' temple, "You treat Maupassant like a sparrow Shouldn't you have considered the consequences? Really, there isn't even a single smart person!"

The most outstanding doctor on the mysterious island stroked the pinnae of Shenshang Shuo's ear carefully, and added lingeringly, "I don't want to treat my sweetheart so roughly, and there is so much fun..."

"Enough!" Dickens yelled unbearably, "Saint...don't call the saint by her real name...and, now, immediately, do as we planned!"

"This is the leader's order." He used the shell of aristocratic etiquette to hide the anger and unwillingness in his heart, but only revealed a few traces of the aura attached to the order. Although the sense of oppression is strong, it is like some funny The stern-faced protagonist of the play makes people want to tear off his serious skin for no reason to laugh.

Of course Shenshang Shuo also found it funny, but he wisely didn't provoke the lunatic further, so as not to add to the muddy situation.

"All right, all right." Balzac pouted beggingly, and gestured "please" to the open door.

"As you wish, I'm going to start, please avoid it."

"You'd better know what you're doing now." Dickens put down a threat and strode away.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh finally left." Balzac turned around and looked at Shenshang Shuo who looked at him coldly with a smile.

He moved the machine nimbly with five fingers, took out a set of terrifying silver shiny tools from the lower left corner, and held one of the scalpel-like tools in front of Shenshangshuo, as close as the next second The blade was about to cut through his eyelids.

"May I ask, what kind of experiment do you want to conduct?" Facing the knife light, the white-haired boy asked softly without blinking his eyes.

"good question!"

Balzac was visibly excited, as if he had been waiting for this question for a long time, he couldn't wait to say, "Good boy, answer me a question first."

"If you were really teleported back to that era, would you really do things for that one eye?"

"Of course not." Shen Shangshuo replied firmly, there is no need to lie on such an obvious question.

"Then it's over?" Balzac clapped his hands and winked playfully,

"As for me, of course...to do some small operations to make you obedient."

He chattered endlessly, "That egomaniac also knows that he doesn't have the ability to control you. In order to make you a perfect marionette, he oppressed me, a poor clown, to do things."

"Who told you that you are the only one who accepted the inherited rib?"

"What's more..." The clown meaningfully stroked the flesh above Shenshang Shuo's heart, as if examining the glaze of a precious porcelain, "Our young lady is still angry. "

"Mother?"

"Hmm. That His Highness has always been annoyed by your relationship status."

"This small operation will neither threaten your life, but also achieve the kind of obedience that makes her satisfied. Isn't it a way to please girls?"

"It's disgusting enough."

"Sometimes, it doesn't matter whether you hate people or not. For them, it's just that they are useful." The magic power of his unreasonable temptation is like a small hook thrown into the air.

"Even if it's a psychological effect."

It seems that she can't count on her mother.Shen Shangshuo frowned, threw out the introduction tentatively, and asked inadvertently, "One more thing... how do you want to control me? Could it be using the gas from the park last time? "

"Of course not," Balzac smiled again, showing a gentle smile that was not so crazy, like an elder looking down on an ignorant child.He touched Shen Shangshuo's immobile head, and said slowly, "That method is too rough, how could it be worthy of my carefully prepared script."

Like an elder reciting past songs, he whispered in the boy's ear with a deep and melodious voice, "A princess whose love has been wiped out stabbed a sharp knife in the flesh with her weak and boneless hands. The prince who was defenseless, but at the last moment remembered the sweet old days...what a trick!"

"I can wipe out all the love particles in your mind, those interesting little things-phenylethylamine, dopamine, endorphins...not a single one is left, just sweep it out."

"Love, isn't that what it is? Sweetheart, what do you think?"

"It's not good." Shenshang Shuo's heart twitched for a moment, and he managed to remain calm and replied. "That's just an old-fashioned, dog-blooded ending that can be seen at a glance."

"I think it's not bad."

......

The doctor, like an oil painting canvas, slowly approached the struggling young man, his fingers like ghost claws lightly grasped the young man's light breath, holding it tightly as if he was strangling or even trying to strangle something.

On his other hand, which was firmly holding the back of his head, the twisted blood vessels bulged ferociously, and the sharp nails pricked the ice and snow puppet to bleed a little, and bit the wrist bone section by section along the knuckles.

There is something sweet, and the fragrant smell explodes at once, just like the fireworks of a summer festival. The hot water vapor is steamed up, and the excessive sweetness suddenly brightens the entire night sky.

Shenshang Shuo dazedly stretched out the tip of his tongue, as if he wanted to lick the candy apples that were stained with sugar liquid, it was shiny.He felt like he was immersed in the deep sea, the water temperature was not cold, and his clothes were fluffy and dry.The blue water of the lake pushed him into a deeper and colder place little by little, oppressing his heart slightly, but he felt that he could breathe more freely, and suddenly lightened.

"Well, it's really cute...doesn't it feel super relaxed——"

The white-haired boy couldn't hear his enunciation clearly, but simply felt that the ups and downs were very noisy, like an alarm bell whirling when he was half asleep and half awake, very ear-piercing.

"Forget it~ forget it—it's not an important thing anyway." The loose whispers were still muttering, like high-heeled shoes stepping heavily on the heartstrings in the middle of the night, and the heavy rhythm came over.

forget about...what?As the fireworks were extinguished one after another, Shenshang Shuo could feel that some brightly colored traces exuding burning brilliance were dimmed, like a handful of dust on the chopping board, which disappeared with a blow.

That is? !

He suddenly grabbed the tattered fabric of his collar, and shouted as if out of breath, but only a few hoarse voices rolled out of his throat, rubbing his throat pitifully.

At this moment, what swept his heart was not overflowing joy or anger, but a kind of empty fear.It is not the fear of standing on the edge of a cliff and stepping into the air, nor the fear of being suddenly torn off a piece of flesh and blood, exposing the bones, but that you gently pulled a corner of the snow-white holy clothes, but lost the knowledge about the gods in the next second. All tactile, while all around is business as usual, still bustling and bustling with fear.

Shenshang Shuo almost couldn't help shedding tears, and now his blind eyes were really like the surface of some kind of gem reflecting light, unable to see through the light, dripping water dripping down.He cried in a very special way, he didn't choke or cry, only the teardrops rolled down silently from his trembling eyelashes, he looked like a doll whose whole body was alive except for its eyeballs.

Balzac had already removed the bandages that bound him when he was erasing it, and he was looking at Shen Shangshuo with great interest at this moment.

He was obviously free to move around, and he could directly splatter blood on the spot with just a swipe of the ice skate.The child was still stiff in place, not daring to move, as if he could feel the warmth again by keeping this posture in place.

Tsk tsk tsk, poor little one.Without sympathy, Balzac took out a handkerchief and wiped his tears, "I only have this one, if it's all wet, just wipe it with your clothes."

"I gave you a chance, huh?"