the castration plan

Regarding the fact that Baymuir has religious beliefs, Lele thinks it is very magical.After all, Mr. Chao in his eyes is a deviant anarchist.

From the cabinet of treasures, Baymuir took out a crimson embellished silver box inlaid with mother-of-pearl, embroidered with small brocade roses as bright as blood drops on the corner, and placed it in a large bouquet of parrot tulips.

He transcribes the teaching in a Semitic language, opening with the words: "Vengeance is savage justice."

The pen with a square nib is too neat, and the kind of writing can only be seen on the papal bulls in the Middle Ages.

On the table was a richly carved box of musical instruments, with ornate highland birds and flowers and leaves, and a picture of Pan with a pair of goat horns, playing the reed flute, courting the fairy Jolynx.

That is the originator of the modern piano - Virgina, Virginal, meaning innocent.

Baimuer plucked the strings with his feathers, and struck out a melody, beautiful and terrible, and began to sing the prayers, and the deep and calm voice melted into the singing of the stars.

Oh God

You are in my soul - fire, light

You are in my chest - my throbbing heart

Please wash away all the sins in my heart with your precious blood

and please make the comforter of the holy spirit be with me

I confess to the place of departure as a traveler

I confess to all the lost and impossible to gain

I pray for a thousand ears

Seek not to hear the song of the sleepless nightingale and blackbird

Just to hear all the cries in the world

I pray for a thousand eyes

Don't seek to see all the amazing things the Lord has shown me

Just to see all the suffering in the world lead them to the Dover River

It is difficult to say which school of the Abrahamic religions this kind of scripture belongs to, and Bemuir sings that there is more than one Lord, which seems to be polytheistic worship.

He chewed a garlic leaf in his mouth, hung a garlic garland under the eaves, and used a drone to sprinkle a lot of mustard seeds on the roof. Finally, he opened the window and let out a small white bat that had been feeding all the time.

Baymuir explained that it was to drive out vampires, which is Eastern European folklore again.

Facing Lele's confusion, Bemuir said: "My God is myself."

He probably aspired to nothing but his own eternity, much less belonged to various sects and parties.He just needed a receptacle of solace, a refuge from a world of doubt and chaos.

It was a good Christmas Eve, so many ghosts and monsters were infected by Bemuir's weird atmosphere.Moreover, the face of a living European nobleman, coupled with two pairs of fangs, makes him actually more like a nocturnal devil, who doesn't know what kind of evil he is trying to drive away.

Lele really couldn't understand, but when he opened the gift under the Christmas tree, he shouted in surprise: "Thank you, Mr. Chao! But it's too expensive, I, I can't accept it..."

"You can take it if you want." Bemuir wiped the plate with a piece of toast, and smiled, "You have kept my house clean and the food is delicious. I have never worked as hard as you in my life."

During the grand festival, his subordinates also came to visit one after another.

Baymuir was actually soft and sweet most of the time, and he had thoughtful and costly gifts for everyone.

However, his subordinates lowered their eyebrows and pleasing to the eye, holding hands tremblingly, no one dared to talk to Bemuir on an equal footing.

"Come here." After everyone dispersed, Bemuir patted his thigh, and said to Shen He, "Stretch out your hand."

He patted a bank card on Shen He's hand, and said with a smile: "I don't understand what your robots like, you go and buy it yourself, and save me some trouble."

The facial features of Blue Blood No. [-] are more profound, which even makes Shen He look like a little bit of Latin blood, but his hair is combed back meticulously, without any bold and unrestrained enthusiasm of Hispanics.

He looked at Baymuir's pale coral-like lips, and spoke from a very masculine throat, but kept a tone like chanting: "Don't."

Baymuir wore rabbit fur slippers and wrapped his wet hair in a cornflower-patterned goose yellow towel, looking extremely relaxed at home.He was in a good mood today, he folded the sheet music into a roll, and tapped his teeth: "Would you like it, handsome guy."

Shen He's light blue mechanical eyes flickered and dimmed, but he remained motionless, his face was stern, his forehead was as cold as marble, and the breeze blew on his sweaty face.

"Look at this kid, I'm scared. I don't want to eat you by saying you're handsome. I didn't test you, and I'm not always so bad. Don't think about it." Bemuir laughed, so happy that he couldn't straighten up.

He continued to say with a friendly face: "Go out and play for a while during the holidays, come on, bring a robot girlfriend home, and let the old father guard you."

Baymuir's naps were long and his nightmares long.

When Lu He came, he heard a faint scream that gradually increased: "Sister...protect sister...I'm sorry..."

Lu He was taken aback, but Bemuir had already woken up, and nervously waved his hand away vigorously: "What are you doing here?"

"I'm on annual leave." Lu He paused, "To accompany you."

Whether it is a senior or a partner, it is almost impossible for experienced lawyers to take real vacations. They are always making conference calls or changing memos. For Lu He, it is even more normal to enter the working state anytime and anywhere.

But today, he didn't even bring his computer with him.

Baymuir jumped onto the small kitchen bar, ate a sliced ​​pie with his bare hands, stretched his bare thighs and kicked them around, and raised his toes like a peacock: "Did I ask you to accompany me?"

Lu He just lowered his eyes, looked at him tenderly and smiled, which was the kind of silent gentle offensive that Bemuir couldn't bear the most.

This Alpha is really handsome, and the ancient Greek sculptures are not so perfect.

Seeing the tall nose bridge and broad chest so close at hand, Bemuir really wanted to lean into the warm air, and even wanted to stand on tiptoe and quickly kiss his mouth.

There is a wonderful feeling of sour and sweet coolness and soft love in my heart.

There was another fierce battle between heaven and man.

So Bemuir's heart was beating loudly, his neck, which was as white as cheese, was pink, and he whispered softly, "Please hurry up and beg me to give you a chance."

"Okay." Lu He looked at his shy and startled look, and couldn't help but smile in his heart, "I'd like to ask you to give me a lot of opportunities."