In this distant continent, there lives a group of cruel people.
They wore decent clothes, went in and out of beautiful palaces, and gracefully visited a group of slaves working.
——This land and these people on this land are my private property.
All nobles have received this kind of education since childhood and have a unified belief.
Therefore, when this noble man took his little slave to bed, he naturally felt that it was natural and the little slave should be grateful.
Of all his possessions, No. 11 Was the prettiest, smartest, most lovable, and most refreshing. No. 11 Always looked at him with bright eyes, with a hint of flattery, a hint of humiliation, and a hint of envy.
So beautiful. He really wanted to treasure him forever and dedicate all his love to him. He would call a thousand poets to write love poems for him day and night, call the most beautiful lark in the kingdom to sing for him day and night, and let the best craftsmen in the world build his own castle.
He also took him to learn the culture that only nobles were worthy of learning, and to learn the beautiful characters of the far East. He even condoned his rebellion and gave them both new names...
He, a nobleman with the noblest blood, bowed down for this beauty. He once thought this was love.
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1V1, neither attacking nor having sex with others, he.
Concept: Love is the last battle for survival.