Quick wear: The host just wants to hug his thighs and show them to pieces

Song Nan sat up expressionlessly.

It was already dark outside, and the candlelight on the wall was swaying gently. The wax slipped silently, dripping onto the candlestick and accumulating on the solidified wax below.

He paused, wondering why the butler, who was always punctual, didn't show up this time.

{Master, some players violated a taboo while they were away, and they are busy cleaning up the mess. }

Song Nan was stunned, hesitated for a moment, lifted the quilt, and slid her fair and slender legs off the sheets, stepping on the dark red carpet.

He walked slowly to the large and gorgeous wooden wardrobe, took out a pair of black pants and put them on before walking towards the door.

Song Nan held the handle and turned it gently.

{Master, do you want to find them? }

He paused and opened the door.

The rose decoration in the corridor transformed into a real rose, winding up the wall, wrapped around his arm, and curled up on his shoulder.

Song Nan raised his hand, touched the rose petals lightly with his fingertips, tilted his head, and said with an innocent look: "The pet woke up and found that the owner who had always been by his side had disappeared. After waiting for a long time, the owner still hadn't come back, so Go alone to find your beloved master."

The corners of his mouth raised slightly: "Is this reason okay?"

The voice in my head didn't reply.

Song Nan poked the rose petals and asked, "Do you know where they are?"

The rose trembled, and its branches and leaves all turned to one place. The blood-red carpet also turned into a rose. The petals carefully held his white feet and led him to the direction.

Song Nan raised his head and looked in their direction. He didn't expect to be so close. It was in the innermost room on the right side of the second floor.

He stepped forward, and roses bloomed, protecting his tender soles.

{Master, can you control these roses now? }484 curious inquiry.

Song Nan paused, his peach blossom eyes slightly curved, and showed a shallow smile: "They only obey the orders of the master of the manor, and I am one of them. I am just lucky enough to be appreciated and be able to keep it as it is."

He stood in front of the brand new door and reached out to press the door handle.

"Om~"

Invisible energy emerged, and a hurricane surged, sweeping through the entire corridor, blowing his hair, causing his cheeks to hurt, and he had to close his eyes.

Song Nan frowned, his fingertips trembled, and he almost let go of the door handle, but the wind was getting stronger and stronger, and if he didn't let go, it was very likely that the wind would be used as a knife to cut off his hand.

At this time, the rose wrapped around his body, shielding him from the hurricane.

Song Nan was stunned, and took the opportunity to turn the handle and push it inward.

"Crack~ bang!"

The huge energy suddenly disappeared, and the invisible barrier made a shattering sound, turning into dots of white light and dissipating in the air.

"The barrier is gone!" A happy female voice appeared, and then, a woman covered in blood, in a miserable state, with big rose-red waves rushed out of the huge mirror, holding in her hand someone who was exactly the same as her, but with the same body shape. A doll wearing a gorgeous red dress.

When Song Nan saw her appearance, something flashed through his mind, and he couldn't help but shrink his light-colored pupils slightly.

After the woman rushed out of the mirror, she turned around and grabbed the inside, bringing out two identical twins, who also held the same dolls in their hands.

She put down the twins and glanced at a figure surrounded by roses standing at the door. She immediately pulled out the feather fan from her waist, with spikes emerging, and rushed towards the door.

Song Nan frowned and stretched out his hand. The roses suddenly surged and attacked them all.

"ping ping ping"

The red feathers were flying and the rose petals were falling. For a moment, it was hard to see where the figure was.

"boom!"

A sturdy bald man flew out of the mirror, hit the edge of the bed opposite, and spurted out a mouthful of blood, breaking the deadlock in the room.

"Ahem..." The man staggered to his feet. When he saw the large roses surrounding the woman and the twins, he covered his mouth, spurted out blood again, and spoke with difficulty, "Is there an ambush outside?"

The woman cut off the rose stems with a solemn expression: "I can't see who it is, but it seems that I can order these roses."

The man's brows were frowning, and his shiny head was dirty, with a few doll fragments hanging on it.

He swept away the looming white skin among the rose bushes, took out several electronic button-style bombs, and said angrily: "You still care so much now? Just blow them up!"

The woman's feather fan resisted his hand that was about to throw the bomb, and she gasped in embarrassment: "No! You can't blow up anywhere. Once the mirror is broken, those people will not be the only ones who come out."

The man took back the bomb angrily and looked at the bright-tempered boy in combat uniform among the twins: "Zhang Xia, can you bear it?"

The corners of Zhang Xia's mouth curled up, revealing two rows of small white teeth. She spun the scimitar in her hand and then tightened her grip: "Of course."

Song Nan was a little confused as he listened to them talking to themselves. He didn't take action for a long time because the voice in his head kept telling him that these people were his companions.

{Master, they are players!Your companion!Please, please don't attack them! }

He frowned, hesitated for a moment, and silently put down his hand.

The roses quickly retreated and surrounded him, protecting him at all times.

The gloomy young man beside Zhang Xia paused and stared closely at the person who appeared and disappeared among the flowers. He always felt that this person was very familiar.

"Huh? No more attacks?" The wavy woman was a little surprised.

Seeing this, the bald man looked solemnly in the mirror and urged seriously: "If he doesn't attack, we will retreat. She is about to come out."

They nodded and ran towards the door.

Song Nan's expression was dark, and he took a step sideways to give them enough space to pass.

"Squeaky..."

There was a strange sound in the mirror.

The bald man was shocked and shouted in horror: "That woman is coming out!"

He quickly passed Song Nan and left without looking back, as if there was some wild beast behind him.

The wavy woman followed closely behind, cursing and saying that the old woman was pretending to be young and so on. As for the twins, the sunny one hugged the gloomy one. When they walked past him, the gloomy one kept staring at him, as if to hold the rose. see through.

Song Nan had no expression on his face. When he saw them all leaving, he turned his head to look at the young woman walking out of the mirror.

He had an impression of her as the woman who came in the carriage before.

{Master, won’t you follow them? }

Song Nan lowered his eyes, and the rose tattoo on his side started to heat up: "They are back."

"Squeaky..."

The young woman holds a carving knife, and is surrounded by ceramic dolls. The dolls have dull expressions, weird movements, crooked movements, and constantly make annoying noises.

Rose sensed his irritability and immediately wrapped herself around a puppet and crushed it to pieces.

The young woman turned a blind eye to this and stared curiously at the person in the center of the rose, asking: "Are you from the manor? Why did you let them go? They are enemies."

Song Nan removed the rose bush, leaving only one rose wrapped around his shoulder.His light-colored eyes blinked innocently, and he said blankly: "Who are you? Who are they?"

The young woman frowned, glancing at his exquisite doll-like face and the enchanting rose tattoo that spread to his cheeks, with a hint of obsession in her eyes.

Her fingers trembled and she covered her heart, her cheeks glowed, her attitude changed 180 degrees, and she said shyly: "Can I make you a doll?"

Song Nan was stunned, confused by her reaction, and responded indifferently: "I refuse."

"click~"

The carving knife was broken in half from the center. The young woman gritted her teeth and looked violently. The ceramic dolls around her were frantically agitating: "Who do you think you are! I've made this doll! You can only be my collection!"

Song Nan tilted his head, slowly raised the corners of his mouth, and revealed an extremely bright smile: "You said, I am your collection? This is not acceptable. Even if I become a collection, I just want to be yours, okay? Si, Cypress.”

[Ding——Target Si Bai (Butler) favorability +1, currently: 98]

The young woman paused. She didn't know who he was talking about, and she had never heard of this person. She just thought he was bluffing and controlled the repaired ceramic doll to stagger towards him.

"Om~"

Invisible energy fluctuations spread, and the ceramic dolls were all shattered. They could no longer be bonded and healed. They could only keep moving, trying to move a little and recover.

The butler wiped the blood-stained fingertips with a handkerchief, took out the pure white gloves from his breast pocket and put them on elegantly, walked into the room, knelt down on one knee in front of Song Nan, picked up his white and delicate ankle, and placed it in the palm of his hand. A slight warmth spread from the palm of his hand. The cold soles of the feet gradually regained their warmth.

He smiled fondly, but felt deeply helpless. He looked up at the count who looked dissatisfied: "How can you go out without wearing shoes? They didn't take good care of you?"

The roses around her suddenly stiffened, curling up on the ground and not daring to move.

Song Nan pursed her lower lip, retracted her feet, glanced at the roses, and said calmly: "It's none of their business, you left first."

The housekeeper sighed softly, stood up and saluted respectfully: "I'm sorry, I didn't expect you to wake up, and I didn't finish the matter before you woke up."

Song Nan nodded and opened his hands expressionlessly: "I won't do this next time."

The butler smiled, picked up his beloved earl, turned and walked out the door.

From the time he entered the door to the time he left, he did not give the woman beside him a single line of sight. However, after he appeared, the woman's eyes widened in horror and her whole body stiffened. She was too scared to make any movement, for fear of attracting his attention. When she saw him leaving, she still She secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but before she could slump down and sit down, a wisp of black mist rushed out of the mirror, hitting her blood-soaked hand holding the broken carving knife.

"laugh!"

The arm flew into the air and was instantly shattered by the black mist.

The woman's pupils shrank suddenly, she raised her hand without a palm, covered her mouth and screamed in horror: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"