my devil butler

"Get rid of them!" Fengyue gave an order, and there are still a few that have not been resolved. If there are no special circumstances, he will not survive. He wanted to save the life of the dark star before and continue to investigate, but it is a pity Yes, being killed by the other party, revenge is a slow and long process, like brewing wine, the longer it goes, the more mellow it will be, presumably, it will be wonderful when the truth is revealed!

"Master, take a break for now." Jiulan said, turning around.

Fengyue ignored him, turned her head to look at the black feathers floating in the sky outside the car window, they were like snow, falling lingeringly.

The corpses on the ground turned into dust and dispersed with the wind like magic. Even the blood on the ground dried up and solidified, and slowly disappeared.

Any living things outside the car window disappeared, including dead bodies and trees.

The ground was in a mess, as if a row of trees beside the road had been sawed off by someone, leaving only the old roots, and many weapons fell scattered on the ground.

The carriage moved forward slowly, Fengyue came back to her senses, Jiulan had completed the task of "cleaning", the door was opened, Jiulan walked up, not far from the castle, this horse knew the way, and moved forward walk.

"Master, this is the ring you want." Jiulan stretched out her hand, placing a small box on his palm.

"Oh." Fengyue replied casually, her gaze still falling out of the car window.

"Master, your hands are bleeding all the time, do you need to bandage them?" Jiulan looked at the bleeding wound, moved her body, and sat beside Fengyue.

"You can figure it out." Fengyue's tone was weak, he was about to lose too much blood, and asked him whether to bandage or not, besides, the effect of that knife cut was bleeding, bandaging was useless, no measures were taken , just wait to bleed to death.

"Then, young master..." Jiulan lowered her eyes, stretched out her hand and tore off the cut sleeve from Fengyue's hand, and the slashing, hideous wound was reflected in his red eyes.

"What are you looking at, slowly." Seeing that he refused to make a move for a long time, Fengyue urged impatiently.

"Young Master, it's time for you to mend it." Jiulan stretched out her hand to embrace Fengyue, embraced him, lowered her head to embrace the wound, and began to urge her thoughts to repair his wound.

Fengyue bared, but did not answer his words.

"Master, the taste is not bad, but it really needs to be mended. I'm too thin. I can't even eat enough for a meal." Jiulan raised her head, looked at Fengyue ambiguously, and licked the corner of her mouth. of blood.

"Hmph." Fengyue still didn't reply, she took a deep breath and broke away from Jiulan's embrace.

At this time, the carriage stopped suddenly, only to realize that it was already in front of the gate outside the castle.

"Master, I'm home." Jiulan said, got out of the carriage, opened the gate, drove the horses in, and closed the gate of the castle.

(Note: The gate of the castle is separated from the mansion by a garden)

Back in the house, the first thing she did was to help Fengyue wash up to get rid of the smell of blood, Jiulan changed a set of clothes by the way, and went to have supper.

You know, Fengyue had dinner very early, and it is already past midnight, and she is almost starving.

The scene changes, at the dining table in the hall.

"Master, tonight's harvest is good." Jiulan looked at the large and small boxes on the shelf in the corner of the hall, which were full of things brought back from the auction tonight.

"Oh." Fengyue replied absent-mindedly, and continued to eat.

"Master, the ring." Jiulan handed over a box, which Fengyue didn't take just now.

"Didn't you see?" Fengyue rolled her eyes at Jiulan, he was wearing pajamas, tell him where to put it, it is impossible for him to wear it.

Jiulan smiled, and took the ring back, and the next day, they went back to London together.