After going down the mountain, I have a love story to Marshal Cyclonus

The couple ran away despondently after being scolded, and disappeared in front of everyone.

After doing this, when Carl finished smoking the cigarette in his hand, he turned on his toes, and the people around him trembled three times, giving way to him one after another.

Carl was swaying, with his curly hair tossed sideways, with the boldness of asking someone to open eighty bottles of wine in a nightclub.

"Let's go." He said.

Fu Yuanzhi put down his hands and followed Karl. He noticed the disgust and mockery in the eyes of the people around him.

He thought for a moment, but he couldn't figure out how their malice came from, so he had to give up.

The two went upstairs, and Karl's bedroom was the innermost one at the corner of the corridor.

Carl took out the key and turned the doorknob. Fu Yuanzhi was still worried about seeing something he shouldn't see. Who would have thought that when the door was opened, a clean and tidy environment would come into view.

His personal belongings are very few, only simple clothes and books, and some other odds and ends, but they are all neatly arranged, and the feeling he reveals is completely different from that of the person leading him.

But he wasn't surprised at all, and even said that it didn't matter that the skin and the inside were different in his eyes, because they were all the same in his eyes, there was no difference.

But Ares is different, he likes his face and figure the most!

Karl leaned against the door frame, looking at him for a while, and saw that there was no surprise in his eyes, as if everything was taken for granted, and there was no doubt in his eyes.

Carl's eyes were complicated: "Didn't you hear me tearing up just now? Don't you think I'm a bad person? Don't you think I'm a rogue bastard and a bitch..."

Fu Yuanzhi interrupted him: "I never felt that way, you just did what you should do, and it's not your fault."

Carl was taken aback.

The young man's eyes were clear without any impurities, "So you don't have to be harsh on yourself."

Carl was dumbfounded, as if his sharp thorns before were all jokes, and no one had ever told him not to criticize himself, which seemed to refute his previous self, but his heart was pounding because of these words.

In fact, he and Fu Yuanzhi have always been the same person, and other people's words will be deeply imprinted in his heart. Although he basically wins every quarrel, he can't be as proud as a victorious rooster behind the scenes , because what the other party said is true.

They are all people who punish themselves for what others say.

He stepped down his shoulders completely, as if he had fallen into some kind of pit, and went straight into the room, regardless of whether Fu Yuanzhi was there or not, and sat down on the chair.

Covering his face and wailing: "How can you foul?!"

Fu Yuanzhi closed the door, and when he heard his wailing, he was a little inexplicable: "Why did I foul?"

Carl didn't listen to him, and took off his coat, exposing his smooth round shoulders to the air, and his slender neck and collarbone also came into Fu Yuanzhi's eyes.

Fu Yuanzhi was so frightened that he stopped walking, "You are the foul!"

Karl looked at the startled Fu Yuanzhi, then looked down at his own body, and smiled "puchi".

"Don't worry, brother, I don't have sex," he stepped on his high-heeled shoes, and the heels made a crisp sound on the wooden board, but the sound could not be heard outside.

Seeing Karl approaching with only a thin tube top on his upper body, Fu Yuanzhi's eyes widened in horror.

"Unless your big..."

Carl glanced down, and Fu Yuanzhi immediately remembered Carl's piercing eyes downstairs, and hurriedly turned around not to look at him.

"hahahahahahahahaha"

Carl let out a barbell-like laugh, seeing that the boy's neck was powdered, he restrained himself a little.

The moment the bathroom door closed, he still couldn't hold back, and whistled roguely: "I don't know if it's big or not, but your butt is really up."

The veins on Fu Yuanzhi's forehead twitched suddenly, he raised one leg and wanted to fight with someone, and the door slammed shut.

The sound of water soon sounded in the bathroom, so Fu Yuanzhi had no choice but to be patient and force himself to shift his attention to his surroundings.

The bedroom is divided into two parts. Karl is on the left, and no one sleeps on the right. There are only bare bed boards and no quilts. He searched and found nothing.

Carl took a shower and came out of the bathroom. He wiped his hair with a large towel. The curly hair was still steamy. Seeing him bent over, "Are you looking for your things?"

Fu Yuanzhi: "Yes."

"You haven't been here for a long time. They came here and made a big fuss. They smashed and threw them. I'll put the rest of the things away for you and put them in my locker."

"Thank you." Fu Yuanzhi turned his head and met a tender and fair face.

After the heavy makeup was washed off, there was an immature and innocent face, so soft that it seemed that water would come out when pinched.

This time he was really stunned. Karl raised his eyebrows when he saw his appearance, and said, "Why did you fall in love with me, brother?"

Well, it still smells like that when you open your mouth.

It hasn't changed, it's him.

Seeing that he didn't understand, Karl said with a smile, "My family is in a poor area, so it's not a good thing to find a good-looking face there..."

His voice fell, inexplicably desolate, but before Fu Yuanzhi could react, he eagerly covered it up.

"No, this is your stuff." He opened the closet.

From a pile of indescribable clothes, I found a small box in the corner.

Fu Yuanzhi took the small boxes, but didn't dare to look closely at what they were.

Seeing him like this, Carl sneered, and his eyes that didn't match his immature face were full of smiles, "Now you don't dare to look at it, but you will like it when you fall in love."

He looked at Fu Yuanzhi's small body, as if he was gesturing what style he could wear, "You have to wear a thong with a sticky butt like yours, and you'd better add a fluffy rabbit tail, and you'll be sure to be an alpha when you're naked. Nosebleed. If you like it, I have it, why don't you try it on?"

Carl said, intending to find out for him and let Fu Yuanzhi put it on.

Fu Yuanzhi was so frightened that he quickly backed away, waving his hands away.

"No, no, I'm still a child."

The adult world is too exciting for him.

Fu Yuanzhi tried his best to dissuade Karl, and then let Karl lose his mind.

Seeing the latter close the closet, he let out a heavy sigh of relief.

In order to prevent Carl from making any more weird suggestions, he sat at the table by the window with a small box in his arms, ready to see if there were any clues.

The box was very small, and when it was opened, there was only a notebook and a smaller box.

He picked up the book, it was still a cowhide book, the corners were badly worn, and the buckle was half inseparable, it was very old.

Carl wiped his hair without blowing it, just sat down and lit a cigarette, "I haven't read this book, don't worry."

"Well, I believe you." The boy nodded and answered seriously.

Karl couldn't bear this trusting look the most, so he could only admit that he was unlucky, shook his shoulders, walked to the window and looked out the window.

The paper inside was even more worn out, and there were even dark spots of different shades in some places.

"Interstellar 1316, my body hurts, my legs seem to be numb, they...they beat me with sticks."

"Interstellar 1318, it's so cold today, it's snowing outside, they didn't give me clothes and quilts, I don't know if I can survive this winter..."

"Interstellar year 1319, I actually made it through. This is what they call a thousand years of disaster? I don't quite understand what that means."

"Interstellar 1320, I sometimes wonder why I don't have a mother. I thought Lady Diana was my mother, but when I called her mother, she said she was offended and humiliated me severely. Said my mother is just a low-class person who deserves to stay in the stinky gutter. I tried to argue with them, but I was kicked out. Why don't I have a mother? Where is she?"

Fu Yuanzhi raised his obscure eyes, the young master was probably only eight or nine years old at that age, but at the age of eight or nine he was brought into the deep mountains to practice, but the young master has experienced so much.

He met Carl's gaze and said, "Do you know less... my mother?"

Carl was painting his nails. He painted a bright red, blew on them to dry, and said casually, "You know what your mother said... a successful lover."

He tried his best to speak tactfully, but there was an inexplicable sense of irony from his mouth, even though it was not his intention.

"Your mother is a commoner from a remote planet. She met your father and became one of his many lovers. Later, she became pregnant, that is, you. Clark did not allow his blood to flow out. Under the previous earl's suggestion, the two were very close." They got married soon. But not long after, it was reported in the mansion that his wife was having an affair with a servant. Clark was furious, but because she was still pregnant with a child, he wanted to kill her when you were born, but she But it is difficult to die after giving birth to you."

Carl tried to be as objective as possible, but anyone can see the tricks in it.

"Then... where is she buried?" Fu Yuanzhi's eyes rolled with strange colors, surging under his drooping eyelids.

Carl sighed: "Clark said that she would definitely miss her hometown after she died, so she sent her ashes back and buried them in the desert."

"I don't say I miss you when I'm alive, but I still make such a fuss when I'm dead. It's just to make room for Diana's mother and son."

"Hetui! A scumbag!" The more he said, the more angry he became, his plain little face was flushed, and it was actually a bit more rosy than the blush applied by make-up.

Carl was so angry that he chopped off a nail. He was trying to make up for it, when he heard the noise and lost his mind, he scratched it crookedly.

Hey!

He stared at the crooked nails, his eyelids twitched, he flipped the table angrily, and walked towards the window angrily.

"Which fucking idiot..."

His voice suddenly disappeared, and he stood motionless in front of the window.

"What's wrong?" Fu Yuanzhi raised his head sullenly.

When he asked, Carl jumped up, "Fuck, fuck, it's your crazy brother!"

Fu Yuan's eyes darkened, and he straightened up to look.

A group of people surrounded the two people downstairs. One of them was Eve, and the other was Prince Garcia, who was ranked second.

There was a lot of voices below, and the pink bubbles of the two could be seen by anyone with a discerning eye. It seemed that something had happened, and Eve was still holding Prince Garcia's arm at the moment.

Carl gritted his teeth: "Prince Garcia is handsome and rich, why did he fall in love with this dog Eve blindly!"

Fu Yuanzhi glanced critically, and felt that the real person was worse than the picture, unlike Ares, the real person was more handsome than the photo, and the proportions were awesome.

He commented: "It's just average, not as handsome as Ares."

Karl was heartbroken: "But he is the only son of the king, the future throne must belong to him, and the property of the entire country belongs to him!"

So what, Ares is still the only "God of War" respected by the people, and one person who casts one penny is definitely richer than the royal family.

So he said: "It's not bad, it's a bit worse than Ares."

Carl beat his chest and stamped his feet: "But he's still big!"

Fu Yuanzhi shouted loudly: "Aris' is bigger than him!"

The three thick incense sticks given to the patriarch every night are not for nothing!

Carl turned his head suddenly in surprise: "How do you know?"

"Could it be you?"