Chapter 5
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Turning around, Lizzie's look immediately became gloomy.
In her opinion, men are the most disregard for life. When he has been monitoring, threatening, and pressing himself, he feels that it is a disregard for life.
Such a villain, even with the title of a viscount, disgusted her.
In addition to getting rid of men, she looked for the "son of demons".
Trying to release him from his cage.
Perhaps because , she is also about to walk into a cage —— a beautiful and shallow gold birdcage.
In fact, she knew that most of the young nobles were in large debts, and for a walk, they could meet a dozen creditors.
But in the upper society, no matter how much money the youth owed, they were always the noble "Sir Viscount," "Count Sir," and "Lord Prince," and her father, no matter how rich and honest, was always the "mean Yankee" and "treacherous speculator."
The Yankees were rude, rude and shameless, far less civilized than the southerners, and were able to liberate the slaves in order to plunder the wealth of the south.
In addition, her grandmother is a Chinese, a beautiful and soft girl with yellow skin, even more offended the taboo of the upper class.
In their opinion, people of color may also be people, but they must never marry a white man, just as a horse and a donkey may produce mules; and a white man and people of color may produce such inferior species as mules.
Therefore, her father wanted to get the recognition of the upper class, only one way —— to marry her to an aristocrat.
Lizzie was not disgusted to repay her father with marriage. Without him, she would never have lived such a good life.
She was destined to go into the golden cage, but she could get countless benefits in the cage.
What good does the "demon son" get from staying in the cage?
Lizzie walks over to the "son of the Devil".
There was chaos around it. The circus owner hurried to the theater and was loudly abusing the members, saying that they were a group of fools who had actually given Eric three bullets according to the duel rules. The members were too scolded to raise their heads and not about the side of the cage.
Lizzie half crouched down, tilted his head, trying to look at him. " Your name is Eric?”
The other party ignored her.
He put his back against the fence of the cage, his head hanging slightly, and he pressed the bleeding wound. Because of his lost blood, he looked cold and tired, and his lips were more pale and sickly than before.
"If you don't stop the bleeding, you may die," she said, " or have an amputation.”
He still ignored her.
Lizzie stared at him for a while and suddenly asked, " You don't want to live anymore?”
He finally looked up and looked slowly at her with cold eyes.
It was a pair of deception, betrayal, torture and abuse, so it was impossible to believe the eyes of strangers, as golden as a beast, as alert as a beast.
"That's no business of yours."He said, sentimental, but beautiful, with a slight shiver.
... Nothing like a human voice.
More like a sound-bait monster on the sea.
No wonder the flyer says, "Don't look at the devil's son," and "Don't talk to the devil's son."Looking at such eyes, listening to such a voice, who would bother to think about what he said is right or wrong?
Lizzie thought about it, and got up and left.
Eric saw her leaving figure, looking unchanged. He had no interest in her every move.
He knew that Lizzie was surveying him, trying to get his attention, but was not interested in knowing her motives for doing so.
He was not even interested in looking at her carefully, except that she seemed to be very beautiful.
Such a beautiful girl, a man will chase her like a coveted carrion, and she must have been used to, men are handsome and neat gentlemen, never look at a person like him, come to his side, only to ridicule and humiliate him, there is no third possibility.
He was used to the groundless fear, disgust and hatred, and no longer expected to be treated as an ordinary person.
The wound on the shoulder was still bleeding. All he could stop the bleeding with candles, matches and gunpowder. But, no. No one gave him these stuff.
The girl said well, and dragged on any longer, only amputation or death, and those people wish him to become a real disability.
The blood was still flowing.
He was always sober, and for the first time.
He seemed to be only a paper apart from death.
It is said that before you die, people will recall good things. But there was still deception, betrayal, torture, abuse... and the dark, damp cellar, the sizzling snakes, the strong body odor of the beast, the wounds that could never heal...
It's not that he doesn't want to live. He wants to live more than anyone else. But, what is the meaning of living when only living in pain and terror?
Eric closed his eyes.
Just then, the footsteps sounded, and the girl came back.
Like a lion in an invaded territory, he completely subconsciously opened his eyes and looked at her coldly and cautiously.
She did not look at him, but slightly nervously near the iron lock on the cage.
He then saw what she looked like. She was very beautiful, a pure bright blonde hair, in the foot lamp curl rising smoke, show a strange gorgeous, facial features arranged combination completely accord with Bacon's discussion on beauty, "the proportion of facial features must have different", the whole face looks both Chinese mysterious and soft, and the northerners of cold and tough.
She did not know what to do, has been looking around, because she is beautiful, well dressed, a look is a young lady of high society, even no one to guard against her, usually to his guard against the circus members, is not to look at her, afraid of eyes too abrupt, disturb her.
A terrible pain came from the wound.
Eric closed his eyes languout, leaned up against the fence, with a sarcastic smile on his pale, dry lips.
The next second, the sound of the key plugged in the lock hole sounded.
Smile stiff.
Eric opened his eyes and looked at her almost incredibly!！
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