Chapter 27 Ferable Conspiracy 5

In the night, a long row of corridors, carved and painted buildings, winding around, and there is a bright light on both sides of the fence every few steps, covered with glass, emitting a soft light, echoing the starlight above the sky, reflecting a hazy beauty.

Under the guidance of the servant, Master Feili walked along the corridor with his wife Bonisia and sister Mesomea. His face was gloomy, and his muscles trembled from time to time. It seemed that he was brewing some plan. Bonisia snuggled up beside Fei Li, hugged his arm tightly, and squeezed his round chest. Go down.

Mesomea looked dull and followed him like a robot. There was a starlight in the sky, candlelight on the ground, beautiful corridors, simple and elegant buildings, strange rockery, tree shadow gardens, everything seemed so pale and powerless, human indifference like an ice cellar, and its appearance Decorated with gorgeous whitewash, it becomes a beautiful golden cage.

"Dear sister, be happy. You are about to see Master Rogers. Show your amazing charm and let the shameless Rogers completely be crazy about you!"

"Fing the hell Rogers! Go to hell, all of you!" Mesomea's hysterical screams, cuckoo's bloody grief, tears, sobbing blood swallowing.

"Dear sister, your sacrifice will fulfill your brother's great career. As long as Rogers gets your virginity, he can keep his promise. You are still you. Allen Manor is your home. You can live as freely and happily as before, and you can even get along with your sweetheart!" Bonnie slowly narrated beside him.

"What's more, Rogers is a very outstanding young man. He has the cultivation of a six-level warrior at the age of 25. He is likely to become a seven-level warrior before the age of 30. At that time, he will be qualified to enter the Cabinet Senate and work with his father Tomarson for our Laren tribe and achieve a good story. ."

"Turn your ugly face away, I don't want to see you again!" Mesomia suddenly changed his tone and said viciously, "If I am humiliated tonight, even if I am a ghost, I will not let you go!"

Bonesia immediately closed her mouth and said nothing more. She didn't dare to stimulate Methomea anymore. If something really happened, she would be blamed. In case Chief Lelen knew about it, it would be an unforgiving crime.

Through the layers of Qionglou, they finally came to the welcome hall of Tomason Manor. In the golden welcome hall, the candlelight swayed, the lights were brilliant, and the hall was full of laughter. It was full of joy, crowds and bustling. This was the matching party held by Rogers. From afar, Rogers saw the laborious line. The three immediately greeted them enthusiastically.

"Oh ha!" As soon as Rogers met Fei Li, he was a big bear hug. "It's an honor for you to come to the door. The party is about to start. Let's hurry into the hall."

"Good!" He nodded happily and looked at Mesomea, who looked dull. His brown eyes moved, signaling Methomea to say hello to Rogers.

Mesomea stubbornly turned her head, turned a blind eye to the laborious hints, and looked at the stars in the sky in the distance. The helplessness in her heart could not help herself, as if she had fallen into the ice cellar and was choked by choking.

"Well, it's an honor for my dear Mesomea to go together!" After Rogers made out with Fei Li, he turned his eyes to Mesomea. At this time, Mesomea looked haggard, pitiful and heartbreaking, but in Rogers's ** evil eyes, Mesomea's stubborn look added a few charm.

Rogers affectionately picked up Mesomea's hand and kissed him gently, with infinite ambiguity on his face. He couldn't put down and looked at Methomea's small and white fingers, looking like a successful conspiracy, which was disgusting.

Mesomea stood there mechanically and let Rogers kiss her fingers, but he was silent. He blushed with difficulty next to him and looked at Mesomea nervously. He was afraid that Mesomea would resist. In that case, I'm afraid things would be difficult to do well.

Entering the welcome hall, he came to the table with the greetings of many nobles. He gently took Mesomea's arm, begged to look at Mesomea, and said slowly, "Sister, please, let Rogers get what he wants. From now on, I will never stop you from doing anything, including You have dealing with that lowly slave!"

Mesomea did not look up and silently looked at the painstaking efforts. The gentle expression, soft lines on her face, brown eyes, and short brown hair were all so familiar, but the hard heart was far away from her.

Suddenly, Mesomea saw her mother from her laborious face. The kind woman stared at her silently without saying a word, and looked at her quietly, letting her decide her son's future fate.

"Well, my dear brother, I meet your request. When the matter is over, let Roxus go far away from now on. If he doesn't dislike me, I will follow him. If he dislikes me..."

"Dear sister, I promise you that I won't let you be wronged. Trust your brother!" Hearing this, he cried with joy and grasped Mesomea's hand tightly, and tears came out of his eyes.

Mesomea looked at the laborious attitude indifferently and said without joy, "From now on, you and I don't owe each other. The relationship between brother and sister is cut off, and you and I go our separate ways!"

"sister!" Hearing this, he was suddenly shocked. He opened his eyes wide and stared at Mesomea. For a long time, he sighed long and said slowly, "Don't worry, Mesomea, I owe you back to you. I'll arrange it!"

After saying that, he suddenly turned around, and his depressed back slowly disappeared from Mesomea's vision. "Brother, are you really going to abandon your sister who used to live with you for the useless fame and fortune?"

Mesomea's heart was bleeding, and tears flowed down again, and he muttered gently, "Locus, do you know that I will dedicate myself to Rogers like a beast for you? For your freedom, I have abandoned the most precious thing in life..."

Bonesia looked at Mesomea sadly, with an imperceptible light in her eyes, took a gentle breath, slowly turned around, and left Mesomea.

The candlelight on the dance floor is staggered, the graceful music is lingering, and the rich food and wine are stacked, but all this is so pale in the eyes of Mesomea, and the color of the world has withered, no longer gorgeous and colorful...

B-ta!

A drop of tears slowly slid down his cheeks and fell on the table, splashing a series of crystal bright, his eyebrows opened across the far axis, and his green temples were thick and colorful. At this time, Mesomea was a living portrayal.

Mesomea picked up a glass of liquor, grunted, and drank it all. A few drops of red wine beads still stayed on his lips, red as red as blood, showing unparalleled beauty in the swaying candlelight, poverty and green, thin green and red, beautiful and sickly, elegant and refined.

With a grunt, another mouthful of wine, there are countless cups of this cup, ruthless and bitterness, an inch away from the intestines of tens of thousands of knots, one cup after another of drinking, all the troubles and sorrows gradually float into the clouds with the watering of the wine. Above the sky is a thunderbolt, where there are gods looking down on all sentient beings. Their cold eyes Watch the sinking of the world and talk about the ruthlessness of the world.

A maid in a beautiful dress, Lian, walked lightly to Mesomea, bowed deeply to the painful Mesomea, and said slowly, "Noble Miss Mesomea, Count Feili, please!"

"I know, go down!" Mesomia raised his blurred eyelids, glanced at the maid beside him, and responded indifferently.

"Yes!" The maid responded respectfully and retreated.

"The wild goose is in the clouds, can you mind melancholy? Who knows my bitter tears? Dear Langjun, where are you?" The drunken reflected Mesomea's delicate face. She was at a loss and muttered to herself. Jiulong's face lingered in front of her eyes over and over again. There was Kowloon's laughter, and there was Kowloon's continuous sadness...

I don't know what it is, but another maid came. The same action, the same tone, the same voice, and the sound was like the barking of hell dogs, which made people restless. Mesomea's eyes were everywhere, full of lights and laughter everywhere. They were crazy about Mesomea's ears. Laughter, crazy excitement, "Noble princess, you begin to sink, holy fairy, you begin to fall, usually look down on all sentient beings, and today you are laughed at by the world!"

Ah! Mesmia suddenly roared crazily, quickly covered her ears, and tried her best to avoid the ridicule of countless people. Her fragile heart was trampled all over her body. She whispered, "Where are you, Roxus? From now on, I will no longer be me, I will no longer be your Mesomia, I will become the devil, and I will endlessly entangled me into the ugly face that pushes to the abys..."

At the fallen pace, Mesomea didn't know where she had gone. There was a pink color everywhere, a bunch of candlelight swayed, and wax tears slowly dripped down, sadly, and quietly entered the eternal exile.