Chapter 377

Aso Aki also threw away the knife before Oscar Wilde rushed over to stop him.

With a soothing sound, the unsharp knife hit Oscar Wilde's ear and penetrated into the wall, cutting off a trace of the other party's hair and making a buzzing sound after being treated violently on the wall.

Oscar Wilde's movements were stuck in running, his eyes turned to the side to see the knife.

Can this be a light throwing effect?

Did the table knife use dart?

If you don’t hurt yourself, it means you have room for anything, not a race that hates humans?

Even though his inner drama is rich, Oscar Wilde still sticks to his own heart, picks up Aso Akiya's skills, and is stunned when he intends to persuade the beauty not to commit suicide.

There was only a hideous wound that was sawed by a knife on it, and no drop of blood flowed out.

The wrists are covered in blood and bones are thick.

Oscar Wilde's throat moved, uneasy: "What's going on?"

"You are... asking me..." The oriental man sitting at the head of the bed looked indifferently at the wound on his wrist, and then took the initiative to say to the person who saved him for the first time. His black eyes seemed to be a deep abyss with despair.

, can swallow up those who think that the world is full of truth, goodness and beauty in one bite.

English from modern times is slightly different from the nineteenth century and can still communicate in general.

"I want to ask you, why do you want to save me?"

“…”

Because you look good.

Oscar Wilde shut up honestly when he faced the resentment and despair.

"Say!" As if touching a certain node, Akiya Aso's voice suddenly turned from weak and gentle to storm. The blue veins on his neck raised, contrasting with the broken horizontal line of his neck. He grabbed it with his injured hand and changed.

Oscar Wilde's collar with a look, "What conditions did they give you! Let you wake me up! Turn me into such a monster that is neither life nor death!"

Oscar Wilde, a British transcendent, has suspected a "portrait" of supernatural powers, and has created terrible lethal power during the war of supernatural powers, and is very likely to paint him into a human-shaped and unique ability.

Maybe this world is a "portrait"!

Maybe he is just a painting, a false creation!

"Ahem - Ah - I don't! I don't know anything!" Oscar Wilde was pulled close to the other party, his eyes could not control his movements up and down, and he could see the other party's resentful gaze and warmth.

With shiny skin, the other party was wearing his coat, and he didn't wear anything under the coat. He had tight abdominal muscles on his well-proportioned and elegant figure, and there was no extra fat.

Oscar Wilde envied the other party for having such a figure, but he couldn't help but complain: "I'm just a student, where did I get the ability to help you become a monster!"

The other party must have misunderstood. Oscar Wilde explained: "I met you in the snow a month ago. When I was thinking it was a corpse that had been unfortunate and planned to call the police for you, but I didn't expect you to

If I can open my eyes, I will take you back to my cousin's house to cultivate.”

The brown-haired and brown-eyed Irish teenager looks no less than that of Asian adults, but the facial features can still be seen in the outline of the facial features and immatureness that minors should have.

He is sincere.

He held the other party's right hand with both hands, which was white in finger bones, and used a little force to let the other party go down.

"Sir, I don't know you, I feel confused and sympathetic about your situation."

"you……"

"I am not your enemy, nor have I harmed you."

"Then...who are you?"

Aso Aki gradually felt the strangeness and tolerance of this person, but the name he heard during his in a daze was clearly "Oscar Wilde". Apart from that fraternal British friend, who would take care of him without hesitation and take him from

Drag out of the darkness of death?

Oscar Wilde saw him hear his own smile, and smiled, the whiteness of his teeth was one of his charms. "My full name is Oscar Fenge Ofrett Welles Wilde! Old

‌Great Irish! Don’t believe in any sect for the time being!”

Aso Akiya: “…”

"Hello, beautiful sir, huh? Why are you not talking again?" Oscar Wilde was different from ordinary people. Not only did he not scare away, his eyes flashed with a desire to explore knowledge.

Aso Aki also heard the name of an old acquaintance, and coldly pulled his hand back, automatically treating the other party as the npc of the supernatural world or Oscar Wilde who sealed his memory.

People are still the same person, and they have not left that painful world.

Aso Aki no longer believes in his "reality".

Everything is empty.

Oscar Wilde touched his cheek. Is it his own illusion? How did the other party look at his eyes like looking at the air? Isn’t this more terrifying than the anger of admitting the wrong person before?

When Aso Aki was about to lie down, Oscar Wilde took the courage to stop the other party.

"I'm sorry." Oscar Wilde said helplessly, "We have to change the place. This is my cousin's house. My cousin is back."

He whispered: "I don't have my own private property yet."

Aso Aki also ignored him.

As long as you don’t take the initiative to participate in the script, you will not care how this "stage play" is set to look like.

Horizontal and vertical... are all games for those with different abilities.

Aso Aki is also sarcastic in his heart.

A carriage parked at the door of the apartment, Oscar Wilde hugged the Oriental man covered in his coat and got into the carriage. Her pure black hair, black eyes and ivory skin were too unique. Oscar Wilde dared not let him show it for the time being.

I was also worried that I would not be able to keep the secret of meeting the other party.

In the Middle Ages, contact with such people was to be on the stake!

Aso Aki also felt the bumps in the carriage, just like the world of "Notre Dame de Paris". He once wanted to go to Italy with great expectations, but found that he could not cross ridiculous national boundaries.

Oscar Wilde had plenty of pocket money and opened a room for two days in a high-end hotel in Dublin.

There are not many places that need to prove their identity in this era, and they are generally used for customs inspections. Oscar Wilde doesn't need to take out a family badge to prove anything. Money is the biggest proof of identity - the poor don't do it, and use money to pretend to have it.

Money man's.

After settling in the hotel, Oscar Wilde made a bed for him, working hard enough to surprise his parents and classmates - when did the proud Wilde ever please someone so much?

"This hotel has a fireplace." Oscar Wilde was happy to go and light it.

After squatting for a while, Oscar Wilde made up his mind to establish a good relationship with the Orientals and figure out the "truth" of this world: Is there a demon and a wizard in my world!

This is definitely not because he looks so beautiful, but because he has made efforts to study the world.

Sixteen-year-old Oscar Wilde peeked over.

He thought he could see the flames and the person relaxing in the warmth, but found that the other person was sitting on the sofa staring at the fireplace in a daze. The flames were refracted into the other person's eyes, like red tears.

Aso Aki half closed his eyes and gently pulled the coat covering his body with his hands.

The chill in my heart was dispelled by the fireplace.

For a moment, he wanted to step into the fireplace and ignite himself and let the flames burn the cold self. Will he gradually melt like a candle?

His Lantang...

‌This is how I like the fireplace, baking my hands, and smiling at myself...

"Are you asleep?"

Oscar Wilde did not bother the other person, so he brought a blanket and draped it on the other person. Even though the other person communicated with him was so short, he still felt the excitement of touching the secret. This Oriental man mistakenly thought that he had turned the other person into

Become a monster.

It means that in the other party’s eyes, people with such abilities in the world!

This is a man with a story. He has experienced many eyes and should not be as young as his appearance.

Thirty years old?

Forty years old?

Or one hundred years old or two hundred years old?

Oscar Wilde guessed the other person's age and had a great desire to create.

[We must proceed step by step, Oscar! As long as the other party can understand their own words and understand them, they will sooner or later get out of despair under my care!]

Oscar Wilde began to stew his own soul chicken soup.

Two days passed in a flash.

Oscar Wilde's next school has issued a notice to be admitted on April 1st.

Trinity College Dublin is a two hundred years old school with a profound heritage. Oscar Wilde immediately asked his parents to move out to live and exercise his independence.

His older brother Willie Wilde also wanted to make such a request, but was refuted.

Mrs. Jane Wilde hit the nail on the head: "Willie, then your academic performance is comparable to that of the Oscars, so I will let you brothers move out together."

Willy Wilde had to watch his younger brother happily move out.
To be continued...