After becoming a real daughter, the copy of the evil god followed him

The Duke's expression became darker and darker at Lu Yao's words.

It wasn't until Lu Yao pointed at a barely visible mole on the side of the Duke's face that the Duke finally couldn't bear it anymore.

He took two steps back suddenly to distance himself from Lu Yao, and then called out to the housekeeper.

"Butler, butler, take out my collection, I want to replace it, replace it, it's not my most satisfying work, it doesn't look like her at all!"

The housekeeper hurriedly walked in and saw his own Duke standing there with a distorted expression, shouting to him like crazy.

"Your Majesty Duke, please calm down first." The butler walked up quickly and glanced at Lu Yao who was standing opposite the Duke.

Lu Yao saw a hint of warning in the other person's eyes, and then the smile on his face became even bigger, "This face doesn't belong to you, it's useless even if it is put together to look like it."

The Duke stared at Lu Yao as if he had been stepped on.

"You are talking nonsense, this is my face! I have already become one with her, she is me, and I am her!" The Duke roared and grabbed the butler who came forward.

"Help me get ready, I'm going to patch it up again!"

The housekeeper staggered due to the pull, but he could barely stabilize his body, and frowned when he heard the Duke's words.

"Sir, please calm down first. All your collections have been..."

"What?" the Duke asked.

"They've all been destroyed."

The butler's voice suddenly rose,

He turned around and looked at the arm that was suddenly placed on his shoulders, his expression ugly.

Lu Yao didn't know when she had stood behind the butler. At this time, she put a hand on the butler's shoulder and continued to look at the Duke's face.

Perhaps thinking of what Lu Yao said before, the Duke subconsciously wanted to cover his face.

At the same time, the Duke seemed to suddenly think of something. He looked at Lu Yao and suddenly laughed and said, "No, I still have a face I can use."

Lu Yao clearly felt that the shoulder in the palm of his hand stiffened for a moment. Sure enough, before Lu Yao could move, he heard the Duke say again: "Her, take off her face!"

Lu Yao raised his eyebrows and secretly thought that Duke Kuangbu was thinking of beauty.

First, it didn't matter that he created a face that looked so similar to hers, but now he wanted to make her face look like hers.

The housekeeper subconsciously looked behind him after hearing this, but before he could make a move, Lu Yao slapped him against the wall.

The housekeeper didn't have much strength, and Lu Yao could throw him aside without any effort.

Lu Yao threw the butler away like a toy, and then walked towards the Duke.

The Duke covered his face, seeing that the butler had no hope, he simply decided to take action himself.

"My lady, are you ready to offer your face to me?" For a moment, the Duke seemed to calm down.

He let go of his hand and straightened his clothes.

Even the expression on his face has returned to normal.

The moment Lu Yao heard the other party say the word 'ma'am', he directly raised his foot and kicked the Duke in the stomach.

"Madam, are you worthy of calling me that?" Lu Yao frowned, then picked up the tableware on the table and greeted the Duke.

The Duke may seem weak, but his skills are far superior to those of the butler.

When he was kicked by Lu Yao, he immediately turned from defense to offense.

It's a pity that his speed and agility are still slightly inferior to Lu Yao's. As a big man who roams in the 'Abyss', Lu Yao has learned more than just the skills to pass dungeons.

Her skills have long been honed through repeated crises. Although they are not very formal, they are practical and easy to use.

A few minutes later, Lu Yao had already pinned the Duke down on the dining table.

He was stabbed by Lu Yao with a tableware, and dark red blood flowed from the wound. Strangely, Lu Yao did not smell any blood.

The Duke's face was pressed against the table. He struggled a few times, trying to protect his face.

However, Lu Yao couldn't stand this face for a long time, so how could he give him a chance to break away.

The knife was pressed against the Duke's neck. Lu Yao looked at the Duke and asked, "Why does it have to be a face exactly like hers?"

Rao Shilu Yao was also curious about the Duke's thoughts.

She was sure that she was still in the copy of Rose Manor, but there was a Duke here who didn't like roses and wanted to make a face exactly like hers.

Lu Yao tried to connect it with the information he had learned before, but he always felt that something was wrong.

If the formation of Rose Manor is related to her, then what is the reason?

Isn't it really like what the wish list says, 'coming here because of fame'?

Thinking about it, Lu Yao let the Duke go a little, at least so that he could answer his questions.

The Duke took a deep breath and immediately said angrily after hearing this: "What do you know? You are just a person who is somewhat similar to her. She is the god who saved me, so naturally I have to believe in her."

The strength of Lu Yao's hand subconsciously increased. His grandfather's was actually a 'substitute'. She just looked similar to that person.

Lu Yao smiled instead of being angry, feeling that the so-called Duke's brain must have been caught in the door.

Lu Yao, who laughed angrily, decided to test it again. She pinched the Duke's chin and turned his face away.

Originally there were nine points of similar face, but now only four or five points were left.

Coupled with the bruises and open wounds on his face, it could be said that his face was covered in blood and flesh.

Lu Yao glanced at that face and felt a little unbearable to look at it.

The Duke seemed to have discovered something, and his eyes suddenly turned frightened.

"You ruined my face, my face!" the Duke roared angrily, and black breath suddenly emitted from his body.

It was clear that not long ago, the Duke himself began to despise the face that was not 'perfect', but now he started shouting at Lu Yao, blaming Lu Yao for ruining his face.

Lu Yao's attention was on the black aura emanating from the Duke.

As for that face, how could she watch a face that deliberately imitated hers continue to grow on the other person's body.

Lu Yao took out two pieces of paper from the pocket of his long skirt and quickly pressed one of them against the Duke's face.

Immediately afterwards, Lu Yao directly dipped the blood on the Duke's face and drew a talisman.

The moment the runes were completed, the black energy around the Duke was suddenly cut off by a barrier.

Lu Yao had always wanted to find out what the Duke's true form was. She lifted him up from the dining table and saw some black, slender legs that looked like arthropod insects slowly extending out of the Duke's black aura. shadow.

Looking at those insect legs that suddenly grew out, Lu Yao subconsciously wanted to throw the Duke out.

She hated bugs, especially bugs with many legs.

The Duke's expression became more and more distorted, and his body curled up at an extremely fast speed.

Lu Yao felt a pain in her palm, as if something had cut her palm, so that she had to let go.

The moment Lu Yao let go of his hand, the Duke's curled up body suddenly opened up.

He opened his mouth and his throat rolled, as if something was about to crawl out of his throat.