Doting on the Masked Wife

It was still the same as in memory, he closed his eyes, and recalled the location he saw when he overheard their conversation back then.

Then, he walked slowly to the candlestick on the side of the entrance, lit the fire, and lit the ancient silver candlestick.

In the dimly dancing candlelight, his face was still full of vigilance, and there was also an indescribable anger.

However, he still slowly reached out and took off the candlestick, and then walked forward with the candlestick in his hand.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, he stopped in front of a huge wall.

Tightly pursing his thin lips, his handsome face was both sullen and unwilling, and various complex emotions flashed through his eyes.

He raised his arm, letting the dim candle light illuminate the oil painting on the wall in front of him.

Lifelike paintings appeared in front of him, coherent, like a complete story.

Murong Lie's deep black eyes stared at each of the paintings, and his complexion became more and more ugly as his eyes moved, and finally his face became tense, and his handsome face turned livid.

The painting in front of me is telling an ancient story.

But although this story has been hundreds of years ago, it is closely related to me.

And this anecdote hundreds of years ago, which is kept by the Edson family, which cannot be known by outsiders, and which can only be known by the insiders of the Edson family, is also unfolded by these wonderful and realistic paintings. ...

Mid fifteenth century.

United Kingdom.

In the suburbs near London, in an old and gorgeous manor, bursts of laughter and teasing are coming from the huge living room, accompanied by the laughter of men and women, and the sound of clothes being torn .

I saw that in the gorgeous and extravagant living room, every decoration was expensive. Even the utensils that placed many exquisite food were all made of pure gold and luxuriously inlaid with precious stones. The owner is extremely wealthy.

However, at this time, the men and women in the living room were all disheveled, half naked, with torn clothes, running and playing on the thick wool carpet.

The owner of the manor: Marquis Avon, at this time his fat body was only wearing a thin jacket, his face was covered with a red silk, and he stretched out his hands to fumble and scratch around.

"Hahaha... Don't let me catch you, or you will all look good..." He shouted excitedly, his fat face was also full of red light, and he seemed extremely happy.

In fact, in the manor of Marquis Avon, there was hardly a day when there was not such fun.

Who made him a noble marquis?

A dozen young and beautiful women seemed to be more excited than Marquis Evan, laughing non-stop and making seductive noises.

"Come on, Marquis, here I am..."

"Marquis, I'm here..."

"Marquis, it's a pity you can't see it, you know? I've taken off my clothes now, do you want to see it? Then come and grab me, grab me..."

"Marquis, I'm here, here, come on, hahaha, catch me, and I'll let you do whatever you want..."

The Marquis, who couldn't see, stretched out his hands to grope and pinch, and clucked excitedly.

Although he is fat, his voice is high-pitched and thin, just like a bird.

He squealed excitedly in his little bird voice: "Here, come, baby, I'm coming, you're all mine tonight..."

He grabbed it hard, and immediately caught a woman who couldn't avoid it. The young and beautiful woman's blonde hair was originally coiled, but it had already fallen down during the frolicking, and the off-the-shoulder red dress was also pulled loose during the frolicking. Yes, revealing her snow-white plump chest.

At this moment, she was caught by Marquis Evan, she couldn't help smiling coquettishly, and raised her hand to slap Marquis Evan: "Marquis, you are so disgusting, you caught me so quickly!"

Marquis Evan tore off the red silk cloth covering his eyes, and the little bird laughed chirpingly: "Then give Marquis Ben a couple of kisses first, hahahaha."

He kept pursing his plump lips, and kept kissing the beautiful blonde woman's snow-white neck and plump chest, leaving wet lip marks one by one.

The blond woman smiled coquettishly, while pretending to dodge in various ways. While dodging, she inadvertently tore off the table flag on the table, and immediately knocked over the tall candlestick on the table, and the hot wax oil dripped all at once. To Lord Avon's fat trotter.

Marquis Evan yelled in pain and jumped up and down.

The blond woman froze in fright, stretched out her arms to hold the torn clothes, and was just about to cautiously lean over to see how Marquis Avon was doing.

Marquis Evan, whose hands were covered with blisters, cursed viciously, and the face of the fat pig who was still laughing just now suddenly changed color, and slapped the blonde beauty who came over fiercely. on the ground.

"Smelly woman! How dare you burn me!"

He knocked her down to the ground with a slap, he was not satisfied, he raised his foot again, and kicked the blond woman hard several times, causing the blond woman to moan non-stop.

Marquis Evan kicked several times. He was exhausted and out of breath. With a wave of his hand, he called those men who were also chasing beauties and having fun non-stop.

"This woman rewards you, play to your heart's content!"

Immediately, these men were laughing, and slowly narrowed the circle around the moaning blonde beauty on the ground, and then rushed forward.

"You play on the top, I play her here, hahaha..."

"You lift her onto the table..."

"Hahaha, what's it called? We know you like it, didn't you play it last time?"

"That's right, didn't the Marquis reward us with you last time? Why are you pretending..."

"I don't understand? She's pretending now to spice things up for us, and she'll scream even louder after a while..."

Several men all laughed sinisterly.

These blond-haired nobles took off their clothes, and began to play with the blond beauty who was placed on the table in every possible way, causing her to groan.

On the other side, Marquis Evan sat down on the sofa angrily, and a group of beauties immediately surrounded him.

Some put their arms around his shoulders, some pinched his arms, flattering him all the time.

"Lord Marquis, don't be angry, why don't people brag about you?"

As he said that, a blond beauty lifted his fat pig's trotter, which had a big blood blister, pouted her mouth coquettishly, and kept blowing on him.

Marquis Evan's eyeballs rolled, and he started to laugh sinisterly.

"What's the use of blowing here?" He suddenly pushed the beauty down between his legs, "Blowing here, maybe I can calm down!"

After a while, his little bird voice began to moan shrilly.

He suddenly hugged a beautiful woman who was hugging him next to him, and kissed her fiercely, the kiss was all kinds of erosive and intoxicating.

The whole living room was corrupted to the extreme, and the Yinluan was extreme.

The air is full of obscenities, and the oil paintings of saints hanging on the walls seem to have closed their eyes, unwilling to witness all this obscenity.

The well-dressed nobles looked like beasts in heat when they took off their clothes.

Just when the whole living room exudes a strong yin smell, and all kinds of twisted animal nature are exuding vividly, at some point, a group of black-clothed men with stern faces, thin and vigorous figures have approached unknowingly This gorgeous and corrupt manor.

Marquis Evan is still enjoying the "serving" of the beauty, and his face is also intoxicated.

Suddenly, a gunshot broke all this.

All the "beasts" who were having intense sex were shocked at once, and several male nobles might be so frightened that they would never be humane again.

Marquis Evan also suddenly became depressed.

He froze for a moment, his face turning blue and turning pale, then he stretched out his hand and pushed away the frightened beauty between his legs, allowing her to fall to the side.

The fat pig's trotters slapped heavily on the armrest, and he pulled his trousers and stood up viciously.

"Damn it, who is it? Don't you want to die?"

But, then, his pupils dilated, as if seeing something extremely incredible, and his mouth opened wide at the same time.

The manor didn't know when the door was broken into, and dozens of men in black with muskets rushed in.

Their faces were stern and their eyes were cold. Looking at the noble Marquis, it was like looking at a fat pig waiting to be slaughtered.

"You, you..."

Evan gritted his teeth, but the fat pig's trotters trembled first.

"You are... Earl Edson's people!"

He finally said the sentence incompletely.

Earl Edson, everyone knew about it, but he didn't know that this terrifying demon would come to his door.

Everyone knows that as long as Earl Edson appears, it means the end—the end of status, the end of life, the end of everything.

That devilishly handsome man would mercilessly deprive anyone who fell into his hands of everything.

No one is not afraid of him, no one is terrified without seeing him.

Apart from his cold-bloodedness and cruelty, the most frightening thing is that he cannot be brought down at all.

An earl, even if someone with a higher status than him, sued him in front of the queen, the queen just laughed it off.

What kind of ecstasy did he give the Queen?

Let the queen obey him and let him slaughter nobles one after another.

It's just that Evan didn't expect that the next tragic person would be himself.

How could such a terrifying character who couldn't afford to provoke and hide from him find him?

Is it...

"Earl Edson sent you here? Didn't he? Others?"

Marquis Evan was extremely frightened and frightened, and his bird's voice became even thinner, almost screaming sharply.

Amidst his screams, those men in black with muskets were guarding the door to prevent the people in the living room from escaping, but now they all stepped out of the way, lowered their heads in awe, like It's like welcoming some kind of king.

Marquis Evan's pupils dilated again.