blood rose in his heart

Chapter 27 Potential Violence and Love
He wanted to turn around to see who it was, but he didn't dare to turn around due to the aura of that person.

In an instant, cold sweat spread all over his body.

You can feel the pressure on that person just by standing there.
He stiffened his back and didn't dare to move at all.

Only to hear the cold voice of the posterity:

"Which family?"

He immediately turned around, put his left hand on his chest, put his right hand behind his back, and bowed to salute.

"Of the Cisnaites, Your Majesty."

Those with a title do not need to kneel, but those without a title need to kneel on one knee.

Zhuo Fan looked down at the people on the ground, his blood eyes were cold.

"The Cisna family? I remember"

He paused, shaking the wine glass in his hand slightly.

The dark red liquid was like a viper hiding in the darkness, adding a sense of mystery to him.

There was a layer of crystal luster on the edge of the cup, like the luster refracted by clear crystal, which made his knuckle fingers a little more inexplicably skinny.

Reflected in his eyes, there is a lack of darkness—like a bottomless pit, sucking up all the luster.

Zhuo Fan stared at the person in front of him and didn't speak for a long time.

For a moment, everyone around was silent, and they all looked here.

For a while, the hall was silent, and the originally lively dance hall could hear needles falling, and there was no sound.

Together with the luster reflected from the marble floor, everything fell silent.

The one who bowed had even more arched back.

Finally, Zhuo Fan said coldly:

"Should someone in your family be in the position of Marquis?"

The man was very respectful.

"Exactly, Your Majesty the Prince."

He snorted coldly, turned around, turned his back to him and ordered:

"Very well, the Marquis is downgraded and becomes a Viscount."

The man froze, raised his head in disbelief, looked at his back, and panicked.

"His Majesty the Prince?"

Seeing that the man was about to leave, he hurriedly complained for himself.

"Your Majesty! The Sisnai family has always been conscientious and sincere, serving you wholeheartedly. How can you rank two in a row with just one sentence?"

Zhuo Fan, who had just walked a few steps, stopped, put one hand in his pocket, held the wine glass in the other, turned sideways, and looked down at the man's eyes.

"Oh?"

The color of the blood-red pupils is much darker, and the killing intent at the bottom is still surging.

Standing at the junction of light and darkness, he was clearly divided by the clear boundary and divided into two halves.

And the face in the dark is even more gloomy and cold.

"So, it turns out that your hard work and sincerity are for the sake of obtaining the title, not for me?"

The voice also cooled down.

The man panicked.

"Dare not dare, no complaints, the Sisnai family has always been loyal to His Majesty."

Followed by Zhuo Fan's cold snort.

"In that case, what can I say?"

The man visibly froze and didn't dare to do it again.

"The knight title, of course. As an individual, there will be some selfishness and bias. This is understandable, but every time I reward, I have already included these selfishness and bias."

With that said, he turned around and ordered the servants who came forward.

"Since the tongue did something wrong, it was pulled out."

"Someone sent a few purebred Kangao yesterday, and they just happened to send them over for snacks."

The talkative man just now was frightened and paralyzed, he couldn't even stand upright, he was dragged out by two servants.

Only then did Zhuo Fan continue to walk forward, and soon left the ballroom.

Seeing this, Seth came out of the shadows, waved his hand to indicate that the dance would continue, and gestured to the musicians in the dark.

As a result, Chopin's Waltz in B minor op.69 flows like water in the golden hall.

The tense atmosphere in the room suddenly eased a lot, and the atmosphere began to relax again. The woman's low laughter came out from time to time, and the room returned to its original appearance.

However, the cloud of smoke just now has not completely dissipated, and several people are whispering in the dark.

"What is the situation now? I heard that His Majesty personally brought a human woman into a cell a few days ago, and her whereabouts are unknown now. Who is it?"

"I also heard that he came here with his arms around him. Is this a rumor? Your Majesty, he has never been close to anyone, so why would he come here with his arms around a human woman?"

Seth, who was not far away, heard it, fell silent for a moment, and whispered instructions to the people around him.

"Stella is back, you all pay attention. Pass this word on and let them all pay attention. Especially the ignorant juniors, pay attention to what you say on weekdays."

The servant left at the sound, and after a while, the news spread in the room as if it had grown wings.

Everyone's complexion changed slightly, but no one directly explained it.

Stella, the name bestowed by His Majesty.

They all know who they represent.

The most secretive of them all, the most unspoken name.
The only one who can stand beside him, even be held in his arms. Human.
Zhuo Fan never appeared in the whole banquet except for that episode.

Finally, when the banquet was over, Seth came out of the darkness, opened the heavy curtains with one hand, looked out at the dark garden through the huge French windows, and lowered his eyes.

Your Majesty should now
Looking for her?
At the same time, the corridor of the room where Su Baixi lived.

Zhuo Fan walked on the pure cashmere handmade carpet, his eyes were dark red, and the desire in his eyes was crazy and raging.

I want, I want, I want her blood
This was the only thought left in his mind, urging him to go to her room.

Can't wait to see her, hold her in my arms, hold her down and ravage her
The eyes were blood red, and apart from the outline of her figure, nothing else could be seen.

His eyes darkened even more.

I really miss her taste, her temperature, and her sweetness.
Suddenly, the crystal tears from the corners of her eyes appeared in front of his eyes, like a downpour of rain covering his head and face, which immediately woke him up a bit.

He froze and stood where he was.

No way
Never hurt him.
But the madness in the blood eyes is still raging.

Her ability has been completely blocked now, and she cannot be hurt at all.
The desire in his eyes was still raging, he gritted his teeth, drew out the dagger and stabbed at his palm pressed against the wall.

"Well--"

Severe pain came from the palm, the pain made him tremble all over, and he immediately woke up.

Blood splashed out along the wound, turbulent like a spring, gurgling.

The blue veins bulged on his forehead, and the pain made him shiver one after another.

He completely fixed his whole body on the wall, unable to take another step forward.

The dagger completely penetrated his palm, and then sank deeply into the wall.He was so hurt that he no longer had any extra strength to pull out the dagger, so naturally he couldn't see her.

The severe pain came, which made him wake up a little bit in his head.

Zhuo Fan's eyes were a little sober. Even though the crazy desire was still raging, it was no longer as bloody as it was at the beginning.

fortunately
Even though his whole arm was cramping in pain, he didn't dare to move, and the cold sweat spread down his forehead, but he still breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, it didn't hurt her completely.

If he hurt her again now, he might torture half of her life.

Just as he was thinking, he heard banter coming from behind.

"Yo, look, look, what did I bump into?"

　There is a metaphor here, which is the restrained, depressed, and extremely deep love of the male protagonist for the female protagonist.
　　I would rather hurt myself than hurt the feelings of the heroine, so I used a metaphor of a steppen wolf

　　Steppenwolf is a famous book written by Hesse, and it is also a must-read book for every anthropologist. This book tells the complex human nature of Dugu's suppression of rationality and madness, bloody cruelty and brutality.

　　The sister of this book will interpret it tomorrow, and it echoes the question of the previous sister, and it is also a metaphor for the almost crazy relationship between the heroine and the heroine.

　　Human desire under depression, potential violent aesthetics

　　Human nature intertwined with madness and rationality

　　
　
(End of this chapter)