my devil butler

The sun was setting and the sunset was spreading across the western sky. At this time, in front of the gate of Alves Castle...

Aleister stood in front of the carriage door and said to Fengyue with a smile on his face: "Thank you for your hospitality today."

"Well, have a good trip, see you tomorrow in Haikou." Fengyue nodded. He had already planned to participate in the auction, so he had to go back to Paris tomorrow.

"Alas! In winter, it gets dark so fast! It's getting dark in the blink of an eye!" When Aleist turned around and was about to get into the carriage, he looked at the sky and sighed when he saw the gradually darkening sky, and then Then got on the carriage.

"Goodbye, Fengyue." Aleist smiled at Fengyue, the carriage moved and rushed forward.

"Goodbye, Viscount Areist." Fengyue responded lightly, watched the carriage go away, looked at the sky in the direction he left, and the moon gradually appeared...

Time passed bit by bit, the sky was completely dark, all the street lamps in Alves' garden were lit, Fengyue still did not move away, Jiulan frowned, looked at the moon in the sky, the bright half of the moon Hanging in the sky, it emits light, and the cold light shines on the earth, dragging the shadows of the two people for a long time.

When the wind picked up, the leaves rubbed against each other and made a rustling sound. Many leaves fell because they were old and could not withstand the ravages of wind and frost, covering the ground with a layer of "carpet". between hair.

Jiulan put the cloak prepared in her hand on Fengyue's body, reached out and picked the leaves from his head.

"Master, go back, it's cool." Jiulan couldn't help reminding him, even though it's not good to disturb other people's thinking.

Jiulan's voice came from beside her ear, Fengyue was stunned for a moment, and when she came back to her senses, it was already dark, what happened to him just now? : "Jiulan, have I been standing for a long time?"

"Well, it's been a long time, two hours, twelve minutes, seven seconds." Jiulan glanced at her watch and replied seriously.

"Oh, what happened just now, it feels blank..." Fengyue turned around and walked into the garden. His voice became softer and softer, almost whispering. Rubbing his eyes, he thought he was dazzled, but his feet became weaker and weaker, he took a step forward and fell forward!

"Young master!" Jiulan was startled, and reached out to catch the fallen Fengyue. What's going on, why did his young master suddenly fall down?

Jiulan sighed lightly, reached out and touched Fengyue's forehead, the heat from her palm told him that his young master had a fever, "Master, your forehead is so hot."

Fengyue frowned, humming in pain, Jiulan sighed distressedly, and walked towards the castle.

Back in the castle, Feiouya was a little surprised to see Fengyue being carried back by Jiulan. Even if her young master usually snoozes, it is late at night after finishing official duties, but today... "What's wrong, young master?"

"It's okay, just get some sleep." Jiulan shook her head and replied, without stopping, she walked to the second floor.

Back in the room, Jiulan put Fengyue back on the bed, covered the quilt, turned and left, and came back again with a pot of hot water in his hand.

"Don't... Dad... Mom." Fengyue on the bed babbled in pain, with tears in the corners of her eyes, it seemed that she had dreamed of something that made him sad and painful.

"Huh la la..." Jiulan wrung out the soaked towel and applied it to Fengyue's forehead. "What will the young master dream of..."

The warm towel gave off a faint mist, and Jiulan picked up the wick to make the candle burn brighter.

Scene switch, Maple Moon's dream...

The fire burns everything, the seven-year-old Fengyue stands and runs in the burning house, looking for...

"Nai, what are you looking for?" Suddenly, an immature girl appeared in front of him, blocking his way.

Fengyue carefully looked at the girl in front of her. This is an extremely beautiful and holy girl with long silver and soft hair. Her blue eyes are staring at her, as if she wants to see through herself. Exuding a reassuring breath, so sacred that people dare not read it. Standing with her, the impetuousness in my heart has been reduced a lot.

"Father, mother..." When she came back to her senses, Fengyue looked around anxiously, hoping to find his parents.

"They are all dead, are you going to accompany them?" The silver-haired girl said in a strange way, her face twisted and extremely ferocious.

"Dead? You lied!" Fengyue looked at the silver-haired girl in disbelief, clenched her hands into fists, and gritted her teeth at the girl.

"Look...hehehehe...hahaha!" The silver-haired girl laughed like crazy, pointing her finger to the ground.

Fengyue looked down at the floor, blood spread to his feet, staining his bare feet red, Fengyue covered her mouth in disbelief, her voice trembling, "Blood...blood!"

"They are behind you, Fengyue Alves..." The girl moved her finger, pointing to the back of Fengyue.

Fengyue trembled all over, not daring to look back at this cruel fact, when suddenly a voice came...

"Master, why is your fever getting higher and higher? If you don't wake up, I will kiss you, master..."

"Jiulan...Master, I..." Fengyue's eyes were dull, and she covered her head in pain. Who is he? He is Fengyue Alves... Already 17 years old, Jiulan...

The silver-haired girl gritted her teeth and snorted coldly. She really was an annoying deacon who actually interfered with her affairs.

Suddenly, Fengyue in front of her changed into a boy, no longer an immature child, he looked at her with piercing eyes...

"Are you the murderer?" Fengyue asked, remembering what the silver-haired girl had thought before, she sneered, and looked back, only to see a sea of ​​flames behind her, and nothing.

"Oh, you are so strong. Since you can't reach the level you imagined, then you will die in this nightmare!" The girl said viciously, and sentenced Fengyue's life and death privately. A silver knife hilt appeared on her. In his hand, he attacked Fengyue.

When Fengyue was about to avoid it, she found that she couldn't move. Seeing the dagger approaching, Fengyue habitually called out a person's name: "Jiulan!"

"Mm...Young Master." Jiu Lan appeared in front of him as she wished, the dagger pierced his chest, and the bright red blood stained his clothes red and dripped down his arms.

"Jiulan..." Fengyue's pupils contracted, she looked at Jiulan in disbelief, and touched his chest with trembling hands, what's going on, why didn't he lead him away, but blocked the knife!

"Bang..." Jiulan fell down suddenly, startling Fengyue, what happened to Jiulan, did he die?

"I give you three choices, one is to choose your mother to live, the other is to choose your father to live, and the third is to choose your deacon to live..." The voice of the silver-haired girl sounded again, dragging Fengyue, who was far away from her thoughts. back.

"I choose..." Fengyue was silent for a long time, then spoke again...

Scene switch, in reality...

"Jiulan, Jiulan...I order you, don't leave me..." Fengyue was dreaming on the bed, sweat slipped from her forehead, beside the bed, Jiulan supported her head with one hand, looking at the dreaming Fengyue, a little puzzled, he What kind of dream did the young master have, and why did he keep calling him?

"Master, what did you dream about again, alas!" Jiulan had no choice but to remove the towel that was applied to Fengyue's forehead, and reached out to check his body temperature. His body temperature had dropped and returned to normal temperature. Did not wake up.

"Master, if you don't wake up, I really want to kiss you?" Jiulan picked up a dry towel, wiped off the sweat from Fengyue's forehead, and started to entertain herself, never thinking that he would be so bored.

"Jiulan, don't die... Jiulan!" Fengyue's tone revealed infinite sadness and helplessness.

Jiulan snickered at the side, what kind of dream did his young master have, why can't he just sit here?Why don't you want him to die? It's really hard for him to die! !

"Ah!" The dream was so terrifying that it woke up Fengyue on the bed, sweating profusely and gasping for breath.

"Master?" Jiulan tried to wake Fengyue from the shock, and reached out to pat Fengyue's back.

Feeling someone calling her and patting her on the back, Fengyue was stunned for a moment, turned her head to look at Jiulan behind her, stretched out her trembling hand to Jiulan's face, squeezed it hard, and squeezed Jiulan's face Pulled up a piece of meat, it looked good, and smiled.

"What kind of dream did the young master have, you kept calling me, did the young master dream of some 'bad scene?'" Jiu Lan smiled evilly, her face was dragged, and her voice changed a little.

"You think too much." Fengyue's face froze, her smile withered immediately, and she let go of Jiulan's face.

"Is the young master in love with me?" Jiu Lan teased and sat back in her original seat, not looking at Fengyue's face.

"What nonsense are you talking about! We are masters and servants, and we just form a contract between demons and humans. You do what I want, and I will give you what you want. It's just a deal!" Fengyue said seriously, pulling up the quilt , lay back on the bed, turned her back, and stopped looking at Jiulan's face.

"Oh! It turns out that the young master didn't fall in love with me. Okay, young master, let's take a rest first. Prepare for dawn. After dawn, you have to go to Haikou pier and get on the boat to Paris." Jiulan said, lifting the water Basin, picked up the candle lamp, walked out of the room, and then gently closed the door.

Seeing that the room was plunged into darkness, Fengyue gritted her teeth. The dream just now was too real, but...he seemed to hear a sentence in his dream, "Master, if you don't wake up, I will kiss you... "

"Ah! Idiot, what am I thinking, I even dreamed about such a mess, idiot!" Fengyue pulled up the quilt frantically, covered her head, closed her eyes and didn't think about it, but as soon as she closed The eyes are full of the echo of that sentence, the playful eyes and smile with Jiulan...