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

When the housekeeper saw Song Nan crying, he felt frightened. He stood up and grabbed the magician's hand. His golden eyes were filled with a hint of violence: "Let him go."

The magician chuckled. Although he was dissatisfied with his actions, he gently let go of Song Nan and raised his eyes to look at the butler: "Listen to what you call sweetheart, plus your clothes..."

He glanced up and down at the housekeeper and smiled jokingly: "You are just a dog he raised somewhere, right? As a dog, you must have the consciousness of a dog and don't interfere in the owner's affairs."

The butler Zengran noticed Song Nan's timid eyes and stood sideways in front of him: "I don't know who you are, but the earl is so afraid of you. It seems that your situation is not much better than mine. You are qualified to call yourself Master?"

The magician's golden eyes narrowed, and the fingertips holding the cane tightened slightly. His smile was warm, but it was just a little more evil and violent: "I don't mind teaching the disobedient dog a lesson for him."

The butler smiled, raised his hand and pulled the glove to fit his fingers better: "It is a great honor to be able to solve a problem for the earl."

"Om~"

"Om~"

Two terrifying energy fluctuations spread at the same time and collided together, shaking the entire basement violently, as if it was about to collapse in the next second.

[Ding——Character:? ? ? (Pope) favorability -2, currently: 1]

Song Nan frowned and reached out to grab the hands of the two people confronting each other, trying to solve the problem or stop the fight, at least not to start here.

[Ding——Character:? ? ? (Pope) favorability +4, currently: 5]

Unexpectedly, a black shadow suddenly appeared above the housekeeper.

The scimitar slashed quietly, the blade shone with a cold light, and the blade touched the butler's neck hidden under his collar.

The butler dodged and did not even take his attention away from the magician. He just raised his hand, pinched the rose with his fingertips, and blocked it from above.

"Ping~"

The delicate rose collided with the scimitar, making a sound that only sounded when metal collided.

Zhang Xia frowned, used the strength of his palms to jump back, distanced himself from them, and returned to his brother. He reluctantly took back his weapon and stared angrily at the butler with a gentle smile.

The housekeeper put the rose in front of his lips and raised his eyes to look at Zhang Xia. Sensing his familiarity, he thought for a moment, then raised the corners of his mouth with a clear smile and said, "You are the little mouse that escaped."

He glanced at the intact Zhang Shang beside him, a hint of surprise flashed across his golden eyes, and he raised the corners of his mouth teasingly: "It's really interesting~"

The butler tilted his head, put the rose back into his breast pocket, and said in a gentle tone: "Let you go for now, I don't want to make the earl angry."

The voice echoed throughout the basement, and no one knew who it was addressed to.

The magician's golden eyes were slightly curved, but he still recovered his energy. He passed by the housekeeper, pinched Song Nan's hair, leaned over, smelled the familiar elegant body fragrance, kissed the soft hair, and laughed softly: "Sweetheart" , I lack many things, but I don’t lack patience.”

Song Nan was shocked and looked at Zhang Xia with thanks, but the next moment his view was blocked by the housekeeper.

The butler looked at his watch, leaned over and said respectfully: "Earl, it's tea time."

He said, reaching out to pick up Song Nan, but was blocked by a cane.

The magician smiled warmly: "What do you want to do to my sweetheart?"

Not to be outdone, the butler smiled slightly: "Whatever you want, I will do."

The corner of the magician's mouth twitched, feeling troubled by someone for the first time: "Aren't you afraid that your lowly status will dirty my sweetheart?"

The butler frowned: "I always pay attention to my cleanliness and make sure that it is spotless every time I touch the earl. You don't need to worry about this."

The magician smiled stiffly and tightened his fingertips slightly to hold back the anger that was almost uncontrollable. He obviously wanted to say something else.

"Stop, stop, stop." Song Nan couldn't listen anymore.

He frowned impatiently, turned around, and waved his hand: "I'll walk by myself. It's only a few steps, but I can still walk by myself."

However, as soon as he took a step, his legs went limp and he fell straight to the ground.

The magician and the housekeeper's pupils shrank, and they immediately stretched out their hands to catch him. Unexpectedly, another person took a step ahead of them, caught the limp Song Nan, and let him fall into his arms.

The Pope held Song Nan's wrist, hugged his limp body, and raised the corners of his mouth: "My Lord Brave, it seems that your physical strength is a little weaker than you thought."

[Ding——Character:? ? ? (Pope) favorability +5, currently: 10]

Song Nan was about to cry but had no tears. Who knew why he was so weak? Taking that step seemed to have exhausted all his energy. Now he couldn't even stand up and could only lean against his waist.

He felt the two eyes behind him that were almost burning him to death, and cried to 484 again: 'Let me die! '

{Master, you can’t escape~ Ganba Daddy! }

'roll'

{Okay~}

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In the end, the butler carried Song Nan back to his residence. The Pope was called away by the monk on the way, saying that a guest was visiting. The magician kept staring at the butler. If sight could kill, the butler would have died countless times. .

Although the process was difficult, other players were able to survive safely thanks to the two special "demons" summoned by Song Nan.

Because none of the demons they summoned could withstand the pressure the two of them faced off against each other, giving players enough time to successfully tame the demons and sign a contract, making it the start of a dungeon with the highest success rate.

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The housekeeper put Song Nan gently on the bed without changing his expression, knelt on one knee, picked up his slender leg, and quickly took off his shoes and socks. Then, he stretched out his hand to hold the belt, as if to take it off for him.

Song Nan opened her eyes wide and immediately grabbed his hand. Her face turned crimson, and she stuttered as if she was about to cry out of embarrassment: "I, I will do it myself."

The housekeeper looked up and noticed the pair of mist-like eyes that were like the bright sky. His eyes dimmed, he let go of his hand, stood up and waited for him to do it himself.

Song Nan's face was so red that he almost bled.He got into bed, covered himself with the quilt, quickly took off his pants, handed them to him, and then lay down, revealing only half of his face and staring at them, with bright blue eyes, hinting to them that he wanted to rest and could leave.

However, the butler smiled slightly, reached out and grabbed his arm, pulled him out, and took out a loose white shirt he took out from nowhere: "Earl, it will be more comfortable to sleep in this."

Song Nan's eyes were filled with tears, and she wanted to refuse, but was shocked by his smile, as if if he refused again, he would forcefully change his clothes...

He puffed up his cheeks and tilted his head dissatisfied, acquiescing to his behavior. However, he didn't know that the tilt of the head would reveal all of his fair neck, and force the slightly opened collar to completely open up, revealing all the scenery underneath. In the eyes of the two of them, there was an indescribable sense of decadent beauty, and they wanted people to leave something behind.

The butler's fingertips trembled, and he smiled, letting him sit up halfway, leaning over, and unbuttoning his clothes one by one.

Song Nan lowered his head, the tips of his ears were red, and his body was trembling slightly, waiting for him to change his clothes, trying hard to ignore the increasingly fiery gaze of the magician in front of him.

The butler's golden eyes were dark, and he knelt down, pinched the buttons scattered around his waist, and gently closed them to outline his fair and slender waist, and then buttoned them up one by one.

The white shirt gradually closed up, covering her fair chest and covering the neck, where the rose tattoo bloomed coquettishly and breathtakingly.

After finally finishing wearing the clothes, Song Nan secretly breathed a sigh of relief. A little cold sweat broke out on his forehead. It felt like he had been wearing these clothes for a war.

He got into bed, pulled the pure white quilt up to his eyes, and looked at the two of them cautiously.

The butler bowed and smiled slightly: "Earl, I will go find the kitchen and make afternoon tea for you."

After saying this, he looked at the magician who had been silent for a long time.

The magician came back to his senses, took a deep look at Song Nan, raised the corners of his mouth, raised his hat and saluted: "I'm going to familiarize myself with the environment, and I'll come back later."

The butler nodded with satisfaction and stretched out his hand to lead him to the door: "Please go first."

The magician met his gaze, smiled even more, walked out of the room with his cane.

The housekeeper smiled at the dumbfounded Song Nan and followed him out of the room.

The room suddenly became quiet, and Song Nan finally relaxed. Suddenly, a deep sleepiness swept through his mind, and in just a moment, he fell into a deep sleep.