Guilty Records

Gallet heard her howling for a long time, like a duck that rolled into a stinky ditch, already in despair, he kept raising his head and quacking, listening to her moaning and chanting about her noble birth and majesty underground, if a The [-]-year-old girl is okay, but now this woman is full of stench, and she still-? The face is smug and fierce, it is really unattractive.

For Gallie, who was born in the poorest part of London and grew up after being bullied all the way, it was like a fantasy. He couldn't understand her way of thinking at all.

At this moment, it was like eating bad food overnight, vomiting and not being able to vomit, feeling very uncomfortable, and said with a smile: "I really don't understand, you have become a prisoner with this embarrassing appearance, where does the confidence come from?" Let us all die?"

"What are you?"

Hearing this, Mary Roberts glanced at him contemptuously—? eyes, opened her eyes and uttered abusive words, "It's just a dog with poor moral character next to Louis Anjou, and it is worthy of talking to me."

Now? It made Jialie very angry!

"Hold!"

He never hits a woman, if it were someone else, he would have already rushed up to clean it up, and this woman made him stomp his feet in anger!

"I'm just stating the facts." She raised her head, her face arrogant.

At this time, Morris snorted lightly, "Do you think your royal cousin still cares about you?"

—? Hearing this soft and soft voice, she has heard it countless times these days, like a prisoner full of murder and arson, but with a gentle face, Mary Roberts couldn't help shivering, her body Shrinking, eyes full of fear, but still couldn't help asking, "What do you mean?"

The harsh voice was much weaker than before.

"Just at noon today, our "Honorable Queen" personally announced your death. The Roberts family and the Lancaster family have been removed from their titles and sent to the guillotine." Morris looked at his fingertips, It seemed that he felt that the small nail missing on his index finger was not good-looking enough, his voice was light but there was always a sneer and sarcasm in his tone.

"Mrs. Mary, this is your final ending in the history books."

It's like a thunderstorm!

Mary Roberts has always been aloof and radiant with a momentary sluggishness in her eyes. There is still a little fear under the dusty gray. She is a little panicked. Unbelievable and unbelievable are superimposed on her heart, beating violently, in this dark Underground, what prompted her to survive the day and night was the belief that there would always be someone to rescue her.

Whether it's the royal family or the Roberts family, this strong belief in revenge has allowed her to eat rats and drink sewage to survive to this day, but now someone tells her that she has been given up?was killed?

How can this be!The Roberts family are close relatives of the queen's natal family. No one knows how many sins and consequences they have borne in order to help the queen take the throne over the years. She is a powerful and heroic minister of the British Empire. How could the queen give up such help so easily?

Marylou Bertz looked suspicious, with blue and white intertwined on her face, and finally made up her mind and gritted her teeth angrily, "You lied to me!"

Excessively agitated, she looked like an ugly witch, spitting out her saliva under the bite, like a man-eating ghost trying to tear these people who coaxed her apart.

Seeing that she didn't believe it, Morris shrugged his shoulders and was very indifferent, and continued to look down at his nails. He was always dissatisfied after being bitten by Ximo that day.

Louis looked at her indifferently, and there was no longer the hatred when he was young, or the despair when he was ignorant, in his deep eyes. All kinds of fear in the dark prison seemed to be condensed into ice and water with the passage of time. In the end, it sublimates into blue smoke and disappears with the wind.In fact, the injury and torture were real and existed before, but looking at the skinny middle-aged woman underground with a crazy expression, she could no longer use the arrogant, noble, vicious and bloody methods she used to use.

Louis didn't know what it was like. The only thing he was sure of was that there was no sense of revenge in his calm and unruffled heart. It would be more accurate to evaluate it as no feeling.

In the center of the raging fire, the blood-flowing walls, the fragmented pieces of iron racks around, the carrion and internal organs are like a slaughterhouse, the candlelight reflects the distorted face of a young and beautiful woman, she is laughing wildly, sucking blood There are still spots on the corner of his mouth, and the iron whip full of thorns in his hand is waving in the air, making a high-altitude snort.

Under the smile? It is distorted satisfaction, crazy extension, and the prisoner screaming in pain has become a pleasure for Marylou Bertz. The bound and twisted limbs are like the moaning and groaning of a female animal. The man is watching at the door. , with a little smile in his eyes, the prisoner is no longer a human being, but a tool for venting, a beast, and food.

In short, no longer a person.

The young Louis was forcibly tied to the door, watching the scene of all the slaughter, he was as empty as a puppet, numb and ruthless to everything, watching the torture, he was also excited in his calm and calm eyes. If there is no ripple, the stone will sink if it is thrown into the lake.

Even though it was his mother who was screaming and crying in front of him, the skin of her lower limbs was peeled off by a sharp weapon, and the red flesh and blood exposed under the fat of her thighs were the lines of meridians, Mo Sishan had long ago exhaled more air than inhaled, yet she threw a vicious blow at him. Hateful eyes.Louis knew she couldn't die. Mary Roberts had whipped her countless times, but she still kept this cruel life.

This is the torment and punishment of betrayal. Mary Roberts splattered blood on her face. She stuck out her tongue and licked it. The blood was redder than her smeared red lips. Ah, freak, why don't you bark! This is the bitch who gave birth to you, and she's dying like a dirty dog—and you're dying too."

"Do you know what death is? Insensible, you can no longer see—? Color."

"Living in pain forever, hands in pools of blood devour you, hell dogs tear your soul."

"Freak! Why aren't you afraid? You call me! Fear!"

Louis——? His indifferent expression enraged the young Mary, she stepped over and slapped him on the face!Pain came with bursts of tinnitus. He tilted his face and remained silent. Mary's good mood just now was swept away, and he slapped him several times as if to vent her anger before leaving.

—? After everything stopped, he fell there in a strange way. He didn't even move a finger. The chain was still tied to his body? It hadn't been untied. Everyone in the prison knew that he was a freak, and no one would pay attention to him.In fact, at that time, the woman's lingering gasp was close to his ears, and the guard's promiscuous voice was intertwined with screams, but he was immersed in his own world? Thinking, the world? The world is like this.

Karma is heavy and sinful, and everywhere is atonement.

Dead, maybe there's nothing wrong with it...

Standing in the underground fortress that smells disgusting, this is the place where he lived for several years. He was born here, grew up here, and witnessed the sins here,-? Leaving pale white scars on the skin, which can be forgotten after being severely injured, it seems that the pain that has been given to him is only so much...

Even so, he, Louis Anjou, was never a benevolent person. This woman was the initiator of evil, but he was also indifferent, ruthless, and cruel, like a cold-blooded poisonous snake, and hatred will always be withdrawn—? God.

Louis didn't want to waste any more time watching this crazy woman go crazy. He lived under her hands for so many years, and he knew very well what this demonic person feared the most. He calmly and cruelly said, "Turn on the lamp and get a mirror? Here, let her take care of herself." Freshen up—? Next?."

The author has something to say: Today’s thoughts: It’s raining heavily, and I’m so stuck.