my devil butler

On a ship bound for Paris.

The wind in mid-October was very strong and cool, and the long hair of the people on the deck was blown messily.

"Master, the weather is good today." Jiu Lan looked at the clear sky, holding a teacup, standing behind Fengyue.

"Yeah." Fengyue nodded absent-mindedly, and tightened the cloak on her body. He was still thinking about the dream last night, that silver-haired girl.

"Master, have a cup of hot coffee." Jiu Lan handed him the warm teacup, stretched out her hand to fasten the belt of Maple Moon's cloak, and tied it into a bow.

"Fengyue, so you're here, I'm looking for you." Aleist's voice sounded from behind the two of them, and he appeared in front of the crowd in white clothes with a swallow tail, with a wicked smile on his face and his monstrous His beautiful face made many aristocratic girls on the deck excited.

"Viscount Aleist." Maple Moon held the teacup, the warmth in her hand felt very comfortable, and the faint aroma of coffee wafted into her nose.

"Ah, that's Viscount Areist?"

"So handsome!"

"That deacon is also good..."

Sure enough, a group of girls began to get together and started talking about it.

"Have a cup of coffee?" Aleister asked tentatively. The deacon behind him had already placed the small wooden table between the two of them, and then turned back to move the chair, but just as he turned around, Aleist and Fengyue had already sat down.

"Come back, Han." Aleist called back the deacon who had gone away. When his deacon came back, they had already had coffee. I have to say that Fengyue's deacon was very fast!

"Uh..." When Han turned his head, he saw that his young master was already drinking coffee with Fengyue, and he froze in his steps immediately. He glanced at Jiulan who was holding a teapot behind Fengyue, feeling a sense of admiration in his heart But born.

Jiulan noticed that someone was staring at her, paused for a moment, raised her head to look at Yanhan, and gave him a friendly smile.

"For this auction, just the two of us will go to the top ten families?" Fengyue breathed out on the cup, brought it to her lips and drank it, and the slightly bitter taste spread in her mouth and permeated the air.

"Their whereabouts are so weird, helpless." Aleist spread his hands, with a helpless expression. He has been investigating the whereabouts of the other eight families, but it is still difficult to find out who they are.

"Oh!" Fengyue responded lightly, leaning on the chair, looking at the sea, the city not far away was getting farther and farther away, and the city in the distance was getting closer.

As the sun was setting, Fengyue and others came to Paris. There were still people coming and going, and the streets were very lively. Fengyue and Ale Este said hello, saying that they met at the auction that night, and also said Some auction questions with auction locations.

Back in the castle in Paris, Jiulan carried the suitcase and pushed open the heavy door. When Fengyue stepped into the door, she felt a tight pain in her chest, and everything in front of her eyes was hazy.

Fengyue covered the position of the brand with both hands, her face was twisted into a ball, her feet were soft, her heart was beating, as if a bell was beating, the sound was so clear, as if something was disturbing in his body, the position of the brand was hot Pain, the body covered by the clothes, the brand marks turned white.

"Master!" Jiu Lan hurriedly put the suitcase aside, and hugged the crumbling Maple Moon into her arms. "Master, what's the matter with you?"

"Jiulan." Fengyue looked at Jiulan's vision becoming more and more hazy, her eyelids were heavy, and she was about to be unable to hold on. The unforgettable pain spread across his body, just like that night, biting, hot, painful!

"Let go, I can go." Fengyue supported her head with one hand, broke away from Jiulan's embrace, and walked forward, with the other hand resting on her chest, gritted her teeth and suppressed a muffled groan.

"Master..." Jiulan was a little surprised, Fengyue is still so aggressive and resists unnecessary help from others.

"Boom...boom..." Fengyue intuitively felt that the beating sound of her heart became clearer, and the things in front of her eyes began to blur. Every time her heart beat, the imprint was like a thorn. spread all over his body.

With a "bang", Fengyue knelt down on the ground, supported the floor with one hand, and covered her chest with the other, clutching her chest fiercely, screaming in pain: "Ah!"

"Ah, what a cold-blooded deacon. Seeing that his master is dying of pain, he is still standing and watching." Suddenly, a sarcastic voice echoed in the castle. It was a man's voice, magnetic, thick, and sounding Like a man in his 30s.

"Who is it!" Fengyue endured the pain, changed her face to a calm look, looked along the source of the sound, and looked at the top of the castle.

A man in a black dress and a mask stood on the railing on the third floor, looking down at them, with a sneering smile on his mouth. A heart locked in chains on the mask was terrifying.

"Master." Jiulan walked to Fengyue, picked him up in one hand, and held a handful of black feathers in the other, ignoring the man on the third floor.

"Kill him! Devil's heart...hehehe!" Fengyue's laughter was a little cold, and her vision was a little blurred when she looked at the person at the top, but she could still see the person above, wearing a familiar mask, standing in front of the devil. The Union would meet him.

"Fengyue Alves, the remnant of ten years ago, I don't have time to accompany you, I just came to see if your curse has worked." The man codenamed Devil Heart rubbed his chin and looked at it playfully. Looking at Fengyue who pretended to be calm, a triumphant smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"Curse? Hehehe, haha! I'm just acting to lure you out, Jiulan, kill him, there's no need to talk nonsense." Fengyue sneered, took off the glove on her right hand, which represented the mark of the contract A purple-black light flickered.

"No, didn't you get cursed? Haha, what a joke! Goddess Haoyue has already said that you were cursed last night, tonight... is the time to cast the curse, then the curse tonight is...die! Fengyue Yaer Weiss! Hahaha..." The devil heart let go of the curse that made Fengyue die, and the laughter gradually disappeared.

Fengyue gritted her teeth, endured the pain, a bloodthirsty smile curled up on the corner of her mouth, all those who wanted him to die died...

"Yes, master." Jiulan responded respectfully. At this time, the people on the third floor had disappeared. Jiulan was not in a hurry, and walked towards the gate with Fengyue in her arms.

Jiulan glanced left and right, and after confirming the direction in which the devil's heart was escaping, she evoked a deathly smile, picked up a black feather, and shot towards the upper left hand!

The speed was like light, a gust of wind flew by, several trees fell down, and the black feather was not blocked, flying forward all the way!

Jiulan weighed her feet vigorously, and her whole body was like an eagle catching prey at night, galloping forward quickly, and within a minute, the figure of fleeing in embarrassment appeared.

"Hoo!" Hei Yu came out again, unstoppable, and flew towards the fleeing figure like an arrow.

"Bang!" The black shadow immediately fell down, terrified, turned over and pointed the pistol at Jiulan who had come before him.

"You are not human!!" the demon said in fear, he was terrified, he has been transformed, how could anyone still catch up with him!

"You choose to stay and see if I'm cursed, it's mortal..." Fengyue stared at the devil's heart, and judged his life and death in a cold voice.

"Your goddess, didn't I tell you that I am a demon?" Jiulan tilted her head, looked at the demon's heart with interest, and squatted down. "Human beings are human beings, they are really weak!"

"I didn't expect the devil 'heart' to be a guy with only five combat powers. I'm really disappointed. It's not as fierce as the Dark Star." Fengyue's tone was completely sarcastic, and she looked at the shivering man in front of her with contempt.

"She only gave me money, and modified my body speed, just let me check it...let me download...uh!" Before the devil heart could finish speaking, Jiulan pinched his neck and broke it.

"Money? Hehehe. A timid and cowardly heart, dare to call it a devil's heart." Jiulan pressed Fengyue's head into her arms, and reached out to pull out the heart of the man in front of her. His palms are bleeding...

"Hmm...heh!" Fengyue began to suffer again at this time, curled up in Jiulan's arms, moaning in pain, he didn't want to show his cowardly side in front of others, because they didn't deserve to see it.

"My young master is also very weak, but..." Jiulan said, throwing the heart aside, took off the blood-stained gloves, carried Fengyue who had fainted from pain, and walked back.

"However, with me here, the young master is not weak..."