my devil butler

As soon as the man in the hat left, Jiulan came back with one foot. Looking at the dead horse, he snorted softly. Unexpectedly, his idiot master would come out. If he was in the shop, or where there were many people, he would definitely Safe, because he was sure, the man in the hat dared not act where there were people.

Jiulan felt cold all over her body. She walked up to the dead horse and reached out to take off the blood-stained letter paper. Even though it was stained with blood, the handwriting was still not blurred. The smell of blood filled his nose, and his complexion began to change. The color changed, it was as cold as frost, the eyes flashed, the red swallowed the black, submerged it, and replaced it with blood.

Jiulan crushed the letter paper, turned and left, and among the debris of the fallen letter paper, two words were still clear.

"invite……"

The night is in the middle of the sky, on the highest roof in England, Jiulan stands against the wind, looking at the city from the highest point.

"My young master...was taken away, how can he not take it back?" Jiulan muttered to herself, kicked her feet hard, and leaped towards the east.

Inside a mansion.

A man in a black robe and hat held a long whip and mocked the young man who was hung up with his hands and feet tied.

The boy's forehead was broken, and a stream of bright red blood flowed from the forehead to the corners of the eyes, across the cheeks, and to the chin...

And this young man is...

"Fengyue Alves, it's unfortunate that it fell into my hands. This time, I won't be like my father, just brand you lightly and finish the job. See...how much I have prepared for you Dinner!" The man said, and roared out at the end, his face grim.

"Oh." Fengyue replied with difficulty, her tone was a little cold, she opened her eyes and looked at the people and things in front of her.

This is a relatively bright prison cell, as if returning to ten years ago, the walls are covered with torture instruments...

"This dinner is really rich, but there are some ingredients missing." Fengyue said lightly, as if she was talking about something that had nothing to do with her, she glanced at the man in front of her eyes, and continued: "You are the man who was not a man ten years ago. No girl, son of a trash?"

"Snapped!"

When the sound fell, the clothes on Fengyue's body were torn, leaving a bloodstain.

"Hmm..." Fengyue grunted in pain, and a purple-black light flashed from the black mark in her hand. "Jiulan! Come here quickly!"

"Your deacon, if you come today, you will definitely die!" The man said through gritted teeth, flicked his whip, and continued to whip at Fengyue.

"To deal with you guys, puppets, lackeys...one finger is enough!" Fengyue licked the blood left at the corner of her mouth, her eyes were contemptuous, as if she was facing an ant, and that sarcasm smile appeared, which was abnormal dazzling.

"Shut up! Shut up!! My lord goddess told me that as long as I don't torture you to death, I can torture you in any way... Ha ha ha ha!" The man's face was ferocious, almost insane. He was completely stimulated by Fengyue's smile, and fiercely I whipped Fengyue a few times.

"Goddess? Hahaha, I don't think she is anything!" Seeing that the stimulation was effective, Fengyue continued to stimulate this guy's nerves. It seemed that he respected the so-called goddess very much.

"Shut up! You unclean person, you are not worthy to say the word goddess!" The man let out a low growl, threw away the whip, picked up the tongs on the side, picked up a piece of iron, and put it into the burning fire.

"Bang bang bang..." Suddenly, there was a commotion outside, and gunshots came.

"It seems that your deacon has come to die." The man looked at the roof of the cell, it turned out that this is a dungeon!

"How did you calculate that I would come to England, or have you always been in England?" Fengyue questioned, he didn't want to waste any more time, and asked directly.

"The Goddess knows everything about you like the back of her hand, hehehe...Facing a dying person like you, it's okay to tell you!" The man flipped the fire, his eyes filled with excitement, he could finally avenge his father!Finally, he is about to win the favor of the goddess!

"The goddess is..."

"You're asking too much! It's time for dinner, and I'm going to burn this... fiery red iron piece gently and slowly on your body... and add your screams as ingredients, the taste must be amazing Beautiful! Right, Fengyue Alves..." The man picked up the burnt fire, glanced at Fengyue, and then at the iron block.

The hand moved lightly, moved to Fengyue's heart, and then moved down, as if looking for something, looking for a suitable position, and branded an indelible mark!

"Well, here it is..." The man moved the iron block again, moved it up, and slowly printed it on Fengyue's face...

Fengyue coldly glanced at the iron block in front of her eyes, and snorted softly. The fiery temperature told him that it was approaching. The next moment, a gust of wind blew past, and there was only a bang, the door was smashed, and the iron block in front of her eyes was broken. The blocks are long gone.

"Ah!!" The man yelled, only to see that his hand was twisted and he was kicked to the ground.

A man wearing a swallowtail kicked him on the chest, holding the clip that was originally in the man's hand, and stared at the man coldly. This man wearing a swallowtail was Jiulan, and his shoulder was chopped off by something. An opening was made, and blood was dripping from both hands. I don't know if it was his blood or someone else's blood.

"You are hurt."

"You're hurt."

The two spoke at the same time, Fengyue and Jiulan were stunned at the same time.

"Master, please close your eyes and open them when I say yes, okay?" Jiulan said, holding a clip with an iron block at the end, leaning over, a devilish smile emerged, He looked down at the man in front of him coldly.

"Absurd work!! Devil, if you let go of that child and me, you will still have a chance to survive, otherwise, the goddess will never let go..." After seeing the person coming, the man suppressed his panic and opened his mouth to threaten Jiulan, but I haven't finished speaking, I just heard...

"Bah..."

"A match made in heaven, I refuse to let go." Jiulan stuffed the iron block in his hand into his mouth, a silver light flashed, and a knife appeared in the man's heart.

After Jiulan finished speaking, she turned around, pointed at the rope with her hand, and a feather flew out, cutting off the rope hanging Fengyue, and Jiulan reached out to catch the fallen Fengyue.

"Keep the young master waiting for a long time." Jiulan hugged Fengyue and hugged him tightly, damn it, for causing his young master to suffer such serious injuries!

Fengyue didn't reply, she closed her eyes quietly, Jiulan saw that Fengyue hadn't replied for a long time, she turned and walked out of the cell.

When walking to the hall of the house, the lights in the hall were swallowed by the darkness. Through the moonlight, one could vaguely see the blood everywhere, the blood dyed the whole hall red, and the corpses fell on the ground. Jiulan looked coldly at the corpses everywhere, Stepping forward, stepping on the corpse, he would kill anything that blocked his young master with his own hands, and let them become his young master's foreshadowing.

Red is the best color. A red carpet is suitable for his young master. It is bright and thorny, like a rose. It can be seen but cannot be touched. If you are not careful, you will die like a moth to a flame! !

Blood is the best fuel. It dyes everything white and sinful red. His young master is an unclean person, so he doesn't allow the whole world to be clean.

All these are bright red, like the roses of that night, blooming so beautifully and fragrantly in the dark night...

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