My boyfriend is not a human being? It’s over. I love him even more!

Chapter 87: Can Mr. Clown also write love letters? (26)

The motionless child cried softly, but unfortunately, his crying did not win sympathy from his peers, but gradually resonated with the voice of Sang who had been wandering in the dungeon for a long time.

"Mason, are you scared?"

"You must be in a lot of pain, right?"

"Mason, I know, it hurts."

"My skin was taken away and they covered me with animal skins."

"They broke my legs and made me crawl on the ground like an animal."

"They sewed my body together with a fish's tail, put me in the water, waited for my skin to ulcerate, and then threw me into the garbage dump."

"Mason, do you want revenge?"

"Mason, you want revenge."

"Give us the body and we can avenge you."

Mason listened to the children's voices getting closer and clearer. He was scared at first, but eventually he got used to it.

He was imprisoned in the dungeon for many years, and the only thing he could see was the tiny candlelight on the wall.

Perhaps those voices were just projections of the loneliness and resentment in his heart, just his illusions, or perhaps there really were ghosts haunting this world. Until one day, he was able to stand up.

He didn't know who he was, and who he could be. Too many painful memories tortured him, and then these memories came together and pieced together into a sentence:
"Kill them."

In the firelight, everyone who saw him began to scream, calling him a devil, and then they fled in panic, only to be swallowed by the flames again.

At last, he looked at himself in the window.

His little body was burned black with flesh and blood rolling around as he walked through the flames, but he did not feel any pain. The torch in his hand that ignited everything told him that he was the one who ignited everything and also ignited himself.

Amid the screams of people burned by the flames, he looked at the strange and terrifying self in the mirror, and slowly, he screamed with a hoarse voice.

During the long years, he lived with his inhuman self, and tried to call out to the voices that once appeared in the darkness, but no voice responded to him.

So he was thinking about that problem again.

Who is he?

Who else could he be?
He seems to be Mason, but he seems to be more than just Mason.

Later, he suddenly felt that this question was not important anymore, or to be more precise, nothing mattered anymore.

He gradually lost his human emotions. Be it happiness or sadness, everything was no longer so important. As long as someone could afford the price, he would help them fulfill their wish.

Of course, there are people who want to escape the cost after their wishes are fulfilled, but these people usually become wild beasts used for performances in circuses.

For him, family affection is not important at all, so even when he saw Simon's death, he didn't care.

Fred seemed to have lost all human emotions, but when Chu Xiang said she liked him, he was at a loss. When she said she wanted to have a child for him, he was so excited that he couldn't control himself. And now, when he sensed that Chu Xiang had stepped into the ruins where many corpses were buried, he was afraid.

Fred was too scared. He ran too fast, his steps were unsteady, and he stumbled to the ground. The stones scratched the skin on his face. Even the thickest oil paint could not cover up the horrible flesh and blood burned by the high temperature in the cracks.

The small bell on his clothes was caught on a branch. When he fell, the bell fell to the ground with a few "ding-dong" sounds, rolled in front of him, and landed at the girl's feet.

It was a girl in a white robe, holding the reins of the horse in one hand, and she walked slowly to the forest path here, and then stopped. "Oh my, whose poor little thing is this? She actually fell here."

In the night breeze, she took off her hood, revealing her beautiful and lively face. Her black eyes were as bright as stars and the corners of her lips were raised with a smile. In the dark night, the only lamp on the horse emitted a faint light, illuminating her existence.

Fred raised his face blankly and stared at the girl in a daze.

Chu Xiang released the reins, took a few steps forward into the dark night wind, squatted down, stretched out her clean white hands, wiped the dust off his face, and naturally also got the messy oil paint on her face.

Her fingertips carefully avoided the cut on his face. Her gentle force clearly did not touch his wound, but it strangely soothed the charred black that was wriggling under the crack.

"Xiangxiang...Xiangxiang..." Fred grabbed her hand in panic. Getting strength from the contact of their skin, he was finally able to get up and hugged her tightly in his arms.

He was in a very bad condition, his body was unnaturally hot, as if it could burn his skin, exposing the most horrific and cruel scene before her eyes.

The problem that I had given up many years ago came up again.

Who is he?
Who could he be?
Will he be the one she loves?

But now he is not even a human being.

Chu Xiang raised her hands and held his face, and asked with a smile: "Baby Fred, are you hurt from the fall, so do you need my hug to comfort you?"

With a relaxed tone and a cheerful smile, in her eyes, he was still that ordinary lover, no different from before.

Fred stared at her blankly. He saw his ugly self in her black eyes. He covered his face and said awkwardly: "Don't look at me."

"why?"

He murmured, "I don't look good."

It's more than just ugly.

Just disgusting.

Chu Xiang took his hand away, not giving him a chance to dodge, and held his face again. She moved closer and looked at him carefully for a long time, so long that there was more and more mist in Fred's eyes, and then Chu Xiang smiled.

"No, my boyfriend is very handsome."

She said: "Your eyes are green, like a forest full of life, your lips are red, like the red of apples hanging on the branches, and your voice is like the wind blowing through the woods, gently rippling in the air."

She arched her eyebrows and smiled, "More importantly, Fred's presence is colorful, just like spring!"

Chu Xiang moved closer, touching the tip of his nose, and locked onto the spring rain that was about to fall in his emerald green eyes. She chuckled, "Fred, you don't know how lucky I feel. I am the only one in the world who has caught the spring!"

Fred lost the ability to think, and then the strong itch in his body brought him back to his senses.

He felt very itchy all over his body, especially the wound, which was extremely itchy. He reached out to scratch his face, but was caught by Chu Xiang.

Fred was at a loss, and then he saw himself in his lover's eyes.

A strange bright red color was gradually emerging from the charred wound.

It is like a scorched earth, but is regaining its vitality and vigor.

(End of this chapter)