Chapter 368

The British government secretly brought other portraits to Oscar Wilde.

Many British transcendents came to Japan to muddle the situation and block the borders, so as not to let Atil Rambo escape from Japan with the "Downtown of Dusk".

Oscar Wilde was unwilling to participate in this kind of robbery, and complained verbally, working for the government honestly. However, when the British government asked him to draw a French transcendent, he directly rejected it and said: "The stronger the ability of the extraordinary

The less controlled by the "portrait", I don't want to take a risk, and I don't want to trigger a 'special point' between the transcendental abilities."

Special points are super-spec singularities created by collisions between different abilities and abilities. They are uncontrollable, unknown and dangerous, and are highly likely to involve everyone around them.

As Oscar Wilde was thinking about how to paddle, his face suddenly changed.

"Oops!"

For the first time, Oscar Wilde was so panicked. He put down his portrait, locked it in a safe, ran out, and shouted to his secretary: "Appoint me a plane back to London!"

The secretary said anxiously: "You need the next battle!"

Oscar Wilde ran away like a wind.

The secretary did not arrange for him, so he robbed a private plane under the British government.

In the afternoon of that day, William Shakespeare and the others heard that Oscar Wilde ran back to the UK regardless of everything, causing the number of British surpassers to block the French surpassers to decrease, and the encirclement was flawed. The French surpassers seized the opportunity and the two sides opened on the Yokohama Sea.

A fierce battle in a small range.

In London, England, Oscar Wilde's trip to Japan is a secret that is not public. Alfred ‌Glass couldn't wait for his lover and went to the other party's house to find someone angrily.

Oscar Wilde has real estate in many wealthy areas in London. The most common ones are Westminster in central London, the palace near the queen's residence, the capital of the British, the British Parliament, etc., importance

It goes without saying that it is an area that British transcendents need to focus on protection.

In other words, it was not Oscar Wilde who wanted to live in, but his job required. After the garrison period, Oscar Wilde usually moved to the villa on the Thames with his beloved Percy, and in

Enjoy a rare pastoral life there.

The person who was responsible for the owner leaving home, the housekeeper who guarded the house was Mr. Douglas, who wanted to speak but stopped, but Alfred Grass had the key to the house, which was as convenient as going home.

"Mr. Grass, Mr. Wilde, will not be here for a few days!"

The British butler shouted behind his back.

"Bang--!" Alfred Grass closed the door with his backhand, completely unbelieving. The guy's garrison period was not over, and it was impossible to move to other places unless the other party went to someone else's house to rest!

Alfred Grass rushed to the bedroom where the two lived, and there was no Wilde in it. He flipped through all the rooms and tried to find Wilde's fickleness. After a while, Alfred Grass

The anger on Si's face disappeared. All he found in this house were traces of Wilde's wholehearted love for him, and his clothes and accessories were properly kept.

Alfred ‌Glass walked to the fitting mirror and touched the carved text on the border of the mirror.

[May my favorite Percy be happy forever.]

Not eternal beauty, but eternal happiness.

Some words he usually ignores actually gave him a small surprise!

Alfred ‌Glass felt a little embarrassed, "He also knew that he would make me angry often. Since he wanted me to be happy, he would not always give his eyes to others..."

He said angrily to himself, who was unreal in the mirror, who looked unreal.

"You can only love me."

"You can only bow down to me."

"You can only..."

The son of the British Marquis, the peerless beauty who grew from a beautiful boy to a young man, moved slightly with red lips.

"In front of me, it is not a transcendent, but my lover."

Wilde, who is tall and above, is dazzling.

However, Alfred Grass wanted Wilde, who no longer pursued aesthetics. He also hoped that Wilde loved not his body, but his soul. Even if he grew older and his appearance faded, Wilde could be the same as when he was pursuing him.

What he said...

——In order to win your favor, I can do anything!

Alfred Grass checked his residence and found Wilde's minor problems. This was a happy thing, because Wilde was an interesting person and would hide interesting things. For example, women's stockings, high heels, and various brands

Hair spray, you can occasionally find strange women's clothing.

"I haven't even worn him in women's clothing!"

Alfred ‌Grass was very excited.

After finding Wilde's personal collection, he fantasized about the effect of wearing clothes on Wilde, and couldn't help but sniff. Compared to himself, the other party's skeleton was a little larger.

"No wonder he doesn't wear it, it's because it's not suitable, I'm afraid it's ugly." Alfred ‌Glass put an oriental cheongsam and fur on himself to gesture. The feeling of incongruity was not great, his appearance was

Without the limitations of gender, it is enough to instantly kill contemporary stars.

"When he comes back, I will wear it for him, no... I want him to wear it once, I will take a photo as a souvenir."

"If he dares to make me angry, I'll throw out his picture."

If you dare to think about it, the only one in the world is Alfred Grass.

There are many oil paintings in Oscar Wilde's residence. Alfred Grass can see a piece of artwork that is bought back at a high price outside. In the interweaving of these world-famous paintings, he can clearly

Identify which works are Wilde's works. The other party likes to draw landscape paintings, but he picks up his pens very few times. Wilde only painted portraits for him once.

"Where did my portrait go?"

Alfred ‌Glass suddenly became confused after many years.

As a child in a noble family, he is familiar with secret rooms, secrets, and so on. In addition, Wilde almost does not hide secrets in front of him and obeys him. He walked around the familiar house and quickly passed by Wilde.

The habit of finding a basement.

The basement is in a constant temperature state, with bright lights, like a quiet and mysterious exhibition hall. Each painting is hidden behind the hazy white veil, and a portrait of the characters can be vaguely seen.

Alfred Grass saw many portraits for the first time, curiously approached and pulled the white veil. In the taste of oil paintings, he could easily see that it was Wilde's creative style, realistic style.

The oil paintings paint the characters vividly, as if every strand of hair can be counted.

‌The people in the portraits are old and young, men and women, with different faces and different movements, and are not the beauty that Alfred Grass thinks.

Alfred ‌Glass withdrew the hand that lifted the white veil, "It's just too realistic."

He felt a little uncomfortable when he was seen by the person in the portrait. I don’t know if it was a psychological illusion, but he actually thought that the person in the portrait showed a stunning look when he saw him.

He wondered, "Do I have narcissism?"

Putting aside his random thoughts, Alfred ‌Glass checked carefully and breathed a sigh of relief.

There is no British transcendent in the portrait hanging on the wall in the basement.

"Where is my portrait? Is it in that... locked box?" Alfred Grass was in a happy mood and found the big box in the corner. His first thought was that Wilde was reluctant to let the portrait be damaged.

, if you want to seal it and enjoy it alone, his portrait can be of different significance to others.

"It is better to hang items like this on the wall."

The annoying alarm device kept ringing, and Alfred Grass ignored it and went to open the box.

There was actually an alloy lock hanging in the box.

"Let me think—" Alfred Grass thought, "Where did the guy usually put important keys?" As for whether there are any confidential items in the box, he had never worried about it.

, if you really need highly confidential items, you won’t just put an alloy lock.

In less than five minutes, Alfred ‌Glass returned from the upper floor.

He found the key that Wilde thought was hidden very tightly.

The lock is opened.

Alfred Grass saw the border of the portrait. As he expected, the one placed in the large box would be a portrait, protected very carefully without any moisture.

"It must be my portrait, the one who is not ten years old."

When Alfred Grass was a teenager, Oscar Wilde drew a portrait of him, saying that he wanted to keep his youthful posture and make him beautiful forever in his heart.

Alfred ‌Grass's heart is sweet.

Tearing open the layers of protective films, he went to see the familiar oil painting colors, the familiar... boy.

In a moment.

His pupils are reflected in the "people" in the oil painting.

Not the blonde boy that anyone imagined, nor the eighteen-year-old Grass, who was a hideous and ugly monster as if sealed in the portrait! Alfred Grass sat on the ground and was electrocuted

He threw away the portrait likewise and shouted, "What is ‌?"

The portrait seemed to have been lifted.

The ugly man in the painting made the same sound: "Who am I? I am you."

Greed, jealous, angry, and unextinguishable in love. Grass! A peerless beauty who longs to monopolize Oscar Wilde's love, cannot be as beautiful as her appearance.

‌is human.

And the portrait is a true reflection.

Alfred Grass's scream of horror came from the basement!

Then.

The portrait was torn apart by the unreasonable Grass!

When the portrait was damaged, Alfred Glass felt severely injured, bleeding from his orifices, and fell next to the box, saying in disbelief before he was unconscious.

"‌Not me... This is definitely not me..."

The portrait of Wilde, Wilde painted for him...is the beautiful him!!!
Chapter completed!