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

Song Nan's head was drooped on the butler's shoulder, and he rubbed his pale neck affectionately, smelling the fragrance of the blood overflowing from the blood vessels under his skin.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!" the harsh scream came from the back room.

The butler frowned, stretched out his hand to rub the earl's smooth black hair, and asked softly: "Do you need me to solve the source of the noise?"

Song Nan stuck out the tip of her tongue and gently licked the exposed skin on his white stand-up collar. Like a cat that had successfully stolen something, she narrowed her eyes in pleasure. When she heard his words, she raised her head in confusion: "Noise?"

The housekeeper was helpless and smiled slightly: "The count didn't hear her, so just let her go this time."

Song Nan was even more confused, but he didn't want to worry about it. He continued to approach his neck and smell the addictive fragrance.

Suddenly, he remembered something, put his arms around his neck, and spoke softly: "Who are those people? The people who escaped from the mirror."

The butler's movement to hold the doorknob paused.

He continued to turn the handle, pushed the door open and entered with a cold tone: "They are just a group of lost people trying to break us up. I will let them recognize themselves and return to where they belong."

Song Nan raised his eyebrows and was taken to the bathroom to clean up again. He sat on the bed and felt the gentle force of him wiping his wet hair. He raised his head and stared at the fallen person in his field of vision.

The housekeeper smiled, changed the angle of the towel and continued to wipe it, and asked gently: "What's wrong?"

Song Nan shook his head and just stared at him silently.

The housekeeper sighed softly and inserted his long fingers into his hair. When he felt it was almost done, he let go and smiled slightly: "Are you not sleepy?"

Song Nan's eyes were bright and he nodded.

The butler smiled warmly, walked to the wardrobe, picked out the clothes, quickly dressed him neatly, and stood aside to salute respectfully: "Today's itinerary has been added: to observe the manor's highest 'gift' given to lost people who violated the manor's taboos."

Song Nan was stunned, his eyes shining even brighter, full of curiosity.

The housekeeper smiled, picked him up, and walked out of the room.

……

Song Nan held his cane and stood on the balcony extending from the second floor of the manor. Looking from above, he could completely see the angel fountain in front of the manor and the large roses on both sides of the road. The roses swayed in the wind, stretching as far as the eye could see and looking elegant. The sweet fragrance filled the air, relieving the stress in his head and the hunger caused by the fragrance overflowing from the skin of the butler beside him.

The butler moved a transparent round table and gorgeous armchairs, and brought freshly baked cookies, which were neatly placed on the round table.

He held the handle of the teapot with one hand and held the body of the teapot with the other. The black tea, which exuded a rich tea aroma, poured out and fell steadily into the delicate and small teacup.

The black tea circulates around the cup and returns to the center, restoring calm.

"boom!"

The vibrations were transmitted to the second floor, and the black tea plane shook slightly.

The butler put down the teacup, raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

"Crack~"

Invisible energy appeared and surrounded the entire manor. The manor suddenly became quieter and the vibrations dissipated.

Song Nan picked up the tea cup, took a sip, and looked down indifferently, at the circular vacuum circle created by climbing roses about 100 meters away from the Angel Fountain.

Among the twins, the gloomy-looking boy is hanging in the air surrounded by roses. In front of him, an identical puppet sits on the ground. In front of it, brown thorns are entangled into a complex closed-loop pattern, including one person and one puppet in the center. .

The "butler" in a white shirt is sitting on a throne made of roses, with his elbows on the armrests and lazily leaning on the rose backrest. His golden eyes are indifferent and his face is expressionless as he stares at the person in the air. He is obviously looking up, but It gives people a feeling of arrogance.

He glanced at the butler who was standing elegantly on the balcony of the manor and the young earl who was watching quietly in front of him, with a trace of anger flashing in his eyes.

The silver glasses chain swayed slightly, and a cold voice sounded indifferently: "Start."

At the command, the flower stems wrapped around the boy gradually tightened, and the sharp thorns cut through the clothes and penetrated the skin. Blood seeped out, soaking the clothes, exceeding the absorption capacity of the clothes. It fell heavily, and flowed down from the corners of the clothes, layer by layer. Layer down until it drips to the ground.

"Drip, drip, drip..."

The blood accumulated more and more, forming a small pool of blood. It spread out in a radial pattern as if it was self-aware, depicting complex and strange patterns, and was finally stained with brown thorns.

"boom!"

The moment the thorns were stained with blood, black flames ignited and quickly spread the blood pattern, wrapping the doll and the pale-faced boy with sluggish breath.

"elder brother!"

"Zhang Shang!"

Roars and panic rang out from the rose bushes at the same time.

A black figure suddenly jumped out, and the scimitar flashed with cold light, slashing straight at the rose that imprisoned the young man in the flames.

The "Butler" raised his eyes and saw the young man who was slashing in mid-air with a knife. His eyes aroused a hint of interest. He stood up, with a trace of black mist lingering on his fingertips, and said jokingly: "Can I still escape this time~"

He stretched out his hand, with his thumb raised, his index finger facing forward, and the remaining three fingers curled inward, like a pistol, and pointed at the boy in black.

The black mist wandered away and gradually gathered at the tip of the index finger.

The corners of the "Butler's" mouth were slightly raised, with a wicked smile, his red lips opened slightly, and he slowly said: "Bang~"

The black mist shot out and flew towards the young man rapidly. Just as he was about to hit the young man, a black sickle quietly appeared. The silver blade stood in the middle of the black mist and the young man, completely isolating him.

"Ping! Bah, bah, bah..."

Sparks flew everywhere. The muscles of the bald man's arm holding the slender handle of the knife bulged and veins popped out. He gritted his teeth to resist the power of the black mist.

Roses wrapped around his body, pricking his skin, and blood slowly overflowed from various places. His steps moved back, leaving deep marks.

The "Butler"'s silver glasses chain swayed slightly, and he looked at the black sickle impatiently. The black mist condensed on his fingertips again, and he fired out one after another: "Useless resistance."

"Ping! Ping! Ping!"

The sickle was overwhelmed and there were broken marks on the blade.

"Crack! Bang!"

The next second, the blade surface was completely shattered, and black mist shot towards the horizon and disappeared into darkness.

The bald man coughed up a mouthful of blood, could no longer hold the handle of the knife, and flew backwards, destroying a large rose bush.

His eyes were dim, and he glanced at the young man who was clinging to Zhang Shang and desperately cutting the flower stems. He said helplessly, "The favor has been repaid, so be happy for yourself."

After saying that, the bald man no longer lingered, picked up the identical doll that he had hidden in advance, and ran towards the silver iron gate outside the manor.

As long as they walk out of the silver iron door with their own dolls, they will have completed their mission!

The "butler" obviously knew this and leaned towards the bald man. On the boy's side, the ceremony had come to an end. The tied boy must die. On the other side, the doll had been destroyed when he escaped last time. All he needed was the entanglement of the rose. For a few minutes, he was enough to kill that boy and then come back to kill the boy who could never meet the conditions.

The roses surged wildly and crawled towards the young man in the center.

Song Nan swallowed the biscuit in his mouth, looked up at the butler with a warm smile and asked, "Aren't you going to help?"

The butler smiled slightly, put his fingers into his breast pocket, took out a pure white handkerchief, wiped the cookie crumbs from his lips, and responded gently: "There is only one executioner. This is a rule, and I can't violate it now."

Song Nan nodded and looked back to continue watching the seemingly unsuspicious battle below.

Zhang Xia's eyes were bloodshot, her bright smile disappeared, tears surged, and her blurred vision was wiped away indiscriminately.

"Ping, ping..."

The scimitar kept cutting the flower stems, but the flower stems that were cut randomly did not move at all, welding to death the young man whose energy was as tight as a gossamer.

"Brother, brother! Don't sleep!"

Zhang Xia bit her lower lip tightly, with blood flowing out. She swept away the swarming roses and continued to chop the stems regardless. Seeing that the machete didn't work, she didn't want to drop it and grabbed the stem with her hands, trying to tear it off.