The world of beauty drama begins with the surrender of Jason

Chapter 456

The vitality contained in the potion seemed to be too strong. The old man's face turned red and he seemed a little excited. The slippery white fur was stirred back and forth with his purple tongue, and he spewed out fishy saliva.

"I heard that you only picked an ordinary little cutie? Young people should choose something more exciting. For example, blood servants or beastmen. Their vitality is quite tenacious and they can withstand many exciting 'games'..."

The short-haired young man put on a proper smile, pretended to listen respectfully, and nodded gracefully from time to time, but there was a hint of unnaturalness in his eyes.

The circle of guests on the island is so small. After only two or three days, he knew the "hobbies" of the person in front of him very well. Those perverted and cruel methods were unbearable even for someone as knowledgeable as him.

"Well, Mr. Ron, have fun, and don't forget the time, the dinner is at eight o'clock."

"Of course, see you at the dinner, everyone."

Finally, when the old man had used up his excess energy, the young gentleman named Ron quickly seized the opportunity to say goodbye and leave.

Leaving the lavishly decorated small hall, he followed the signs, turned a few corners in the quiet garden path, and came to a semi-sunken building.

The specially treated grey-white marble bricks have seamless joints, and the surface presents a silent, dull and cold light. The continuous runes engraved on them exude a mysterious atmosphere.

Two cold-blooded burly men with dull expressions were guarding the heavy gate. Their bodies were as muscular as those of chimpanzees, and they wore exaggerated metal armor with sharp spikes protruding from the joints, which gave off a chilling glow, leaving no doubt about its sharpness.

The flowers were swaying, and a faint fragrance was floating in the air. A figure jumped out from the side, kicking his slippers nonchalantly, and trampled a field of precious Augustus tulips into mud.

"You're really good at procrastinating... Hey! I've been waiting for a long time."

The front of his soft silk pajamas was open, and the blond young man holding a half-full bottle of red wine burped, and a bright smile bloomed on his drunken face.

"The service staff are very considerate and have even prepared some auxiliary gadgets." Biting a small scarlet pill between his white teeth, the young man lazily moved forward and stuffed it directly into his mouth.

Ron seemed to not care about this slightly rude behavior.

"My dear brother, how does it taste?" said the blond young man with a smile.

Ron licked his lips and responded with a pun: "It feels great."

The two sturdy men next to them turned a blind eye to this scene. They just pushed the door open and watched them walk in arm in arm.

Adorned by dreamy crystal chandeliers, the bright red soft plush carpet seems to have no end, extending straight into the depths of the long corridor.

With brisk steps, the two of them turned left and right, and along the way, service staff in exquisite uniforms came towards them.

These handsome men and beautiful women all knelt on the ground respectfully and greeted them at the first opportunity. Their respectful and fearful attitude made people feel as if they were ancient kings.

The magnificent doors on both sides of the corridor are far apart, which shows that the rooms inside are very spacious, far better than the so-called presidential suite.

Occasionally, a waiter would push a dining cart with a silver tray in hand and bring in all kinds of strange items. As the door opened and closed, tragic wails and shrill laughter mixed together, sometimes high and sometimes low, vibrating the eardrums.

The slight noise did not disturb the two people's interest at all. They walked for a distance while laughing and then stopped.

The door in front of him was dark yellow, but there was no keyhole. Ron calmly took out a crystal card and lightly scratched it. With tiny white waves spreading like water, the door retreated silently.

The blond young man impatiently pulled Ron in and closed the door behind him.

"I have a surprise for you, guess what it is?"

Without waiting for the other party to answer, he quickly walked to the large classical bed with heavy curtains in the middle, grabbed the golden tassel rope and pulled it hard.

The mechanism drove the gears to engage, and the blue-purple velvet curtain slowly opened.

The two young men were trembling all over, their hands and feet tightly bound by some tough silk ropes, and they were whimpering with their mouths blocked.

"Al, you changed the dessert I ordered without my permission? This is not something a close friend should do!" Ron's eyebrows tightened, revealing obvious dissatisfaction. His eyes moved around the similar handsome faces of the boys, and he spoke in a suppressed tone.

"What's so strange about this?"

"Would you like to see it again?"

Orr stuck out his bright red tongue, licked the corner of his mouth, grabbed the right hand of one of the boys and forcefully pried open his index finger.

Under the rough movement, the slender bones made a crisp breaking sound, the pair of dark pupils opened to the maximum, tiny beads of sweat appeared on the smooth forehead, and it trembled like epilepsy.

The two instigators didn't care about his pain and focused their attention on the sharp claws.

"Twins with a hint of orc blood. You are really something. Are you a cat-man?"

There was an inexplicable light flashing in Ron's intoxicated eyes. He gently stroked the fingers that were cramped due to severe pain, as if he was appreciating a rare treasure.

"Better than you guessed, they're tiger men, a pair of cute little tigers." There was an excitement in Orr's voice that was hard to conceal.

"My friends in the military found this in West Asia and just sent it to me. Fortunately, I acted early."

"What a beautiful time it was..." Ron's tone was long and intoxicated, and he expressed his heartfelt emotion.

"Even the emperors of ancient times didn't enjoy such luxury."

"It's only natural..." Orr chuckled with satisfaction.

"As time goes by, humans have conquered the sky, the oceans, and are even about to conquer the stars. As the best part of humanity, we deserve to enjoy all of this."

"Before that, just to be safe." He picked up a glass dropper bottle, with a cruel smile on his face, and dropped drops of silver solution into the bottle in the boys' frightened eyes.

Wisps of white smoke rose up, and the keratinous claws on the hands and feet melted instantly, and the blurred flesh and blood mixed into a ball.

"Ugh——!"

The unforgettable pain and the impending horrific fate made one of the boys faint in despair.

"Tsk." Orr shook his head regretfully. "How fragile."

He shook the bottle in his hand, and the clear red wine swayed. "Would you like a drink first?"

"My experience is that it's better to have a little ice - for them."

"Good idea!" Orr's eyes lit up and he turned around and opened the small refrigerator in the corner.

However, neither he nor his accomplices, the two scums who were exchanging their evil experiences, noticed that a transparent vortex as tiny as a needle tip quietly appeared on the forehead of the unconscious boy.

"Do you think this is enough..." Orr turned his head and his mouth slowly opened wide. His throat seemed to be filled with stones. His eyes reflected the figure of his companion hanging in the air like a dead dog.

Ron's eyes were wide open with bloodshot eyes. His handsome face turned the color of liver. He felt an invisible hand tightening around his neck. He was going to die in the next second.

The "culprit" who caused all this didn't look any better than them at this moment.

"What the hell...what the hell is this place?"

As his eyes swept across this eye-catching scene, Zhu Mingyao's eyes twitched wildly.

(End of this chapter)