Personality V: I will save everything

The author is not feeling well today (he had a migraine and was dizzy all day), so I'll post the old drafts for everyone to see. Some of them made me laugh when I saw them myself.

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There was a hint of doubt on Kreacher's face, but he still did as Servi asked.

Servi looked at Kreacher, the corners of his mouth rose unconsciously, and he thought: "Hey, let me tease this little guy."

He continued, "Kreacher, stand up, put your hands on your waist, lean back slightly, and make an expression of enjoying yourself."

After hearing this, Kreacher frowned, thinking that this request was a bit strange, but he still did it.

"Very good, Kreacher. Next, take off your clothes." Servi's voice had a hint of teasing.

Kreacher was stunned, his eyes widened, as if he couldn't believe what he heard. But after a while, he gritted his teeth and began to take off his clothes.

When Kreacher's shirt was completely off, Servi couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Haha, Kreacher, you are so cute." Servi said with a smile.

Kreacher finally realized that he had been deceived. He glared at Servi angrily and shouted, "You are a big liar!"

Servi laughed even more happily and said, "Haha, Kreacher, don't be angry, it's just a little joke."

Kreacher stamped his feet in anger, grabbed his clothes and put them on, then ran away to sulk.

Servi looked at Kreacher's back and laughed secretly in his heart, thinking: "This hypnosis experiment is really interesting."

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Looking at this sexy and dangerous man in front of me, I couldn't help but feel a little moved. But reason told me not to do this, so I tried hard to restrain my inner impulse and tried to keep myself calm.

"Jack, don't make me do it," I warned, a hint of threat in my voice.

However, Jack remained unmoved and continued to unbutton his clothes with a playful smile on his lips: "Let's do it, Mr. Lord of the Manor, and see who can win." After saying that, he suddenly took a step forward and hugged me tightly in his arms.

Feeling Jack's body temperature, I panicked and tried to break free. But Jack's strength was too great, so I couldn't move. He lowered his head, kissed my earlobe, and said softly, "Honey, don't struggle, just accept the reality."

I took a deep breath, trying to calm my inner turmoil. Although I still felt some resistance in my heart, my body unconsciously relaxed. Perhaps, I really need someone like this to accompany me, even if it's just for a short time.

"Okay, Jack, you can stay," I whispered, "but only for tonight."

Jack chuckled, with a hint of pride in his eyes: "Of course, Lord of the Manor, I understand what you mean." After that, he gently carried me to the bed, then lay beside me and hugged me tightly.

At this moment, the relationship between Jack and I became subtle. We were no longer simply enemies or friends, but a complex emotion between the two. This feeling was both strange and familiar, and I was a little overwhelmed.

Perhaps this is fate, I thought silently and closed my eyes.

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However, what happened next made Kreacher unable to laugh anymore.

"Uncle Dean, what's wrong with you?" A little kid ran out from somewhere.

People who are doing two things that are not suitable for children: ╭(°?°)╮╰(°?°)╯

Kreacher quickly let go of Servi's neck and fell backwards, while Servi stretched out his arms to push Kreacher forward. If he was not afraid that Kreacher would fall, he would even want to let go.

But the simple little guy didn't understand what was going on. He only knew that in his impression, whenever a child was sick or sad, the director would pick them up and put them to bed like he did now.

The uncle dean is very strong and he won’t be sad easily, so is the uncle dean sick?

The little guy stood there, blinked twice, and then ran towards the two of them.

"Uncle Dean!" The little guy ran to the two of them, looked up at them, and showed a worried look on his face, "Are you sick? I'll go find a doctor to treat you, okay?"

Kreacher and Servi looked at each other, both of them looked embarrassed.

Kreacher coughed lightly and said gently to the little guy: "Uncle is fine, just a little tired, there is no need to call a doctor."

The little guy nodded as if he understood, then looked at Servi and asked, "What about this brother? Is he also lying on the dean uncle to rest because he is too tired?"

Kreacher and Servi's faces turned red instantly, and they didn't know how to answer for a moment.

Seeing that neither of them spoke, the little guy thought he had guessed correctly, and clapped his hands happily, "So that's it! Then you guys continue to rest, I won't disturb you!" After saying that, the little guy jumped away.

Kreacher and Servi both breathed a sigh of relief as they watched the little guy leave.

Kreacher glared at Servi and said in a low voice: "It's all your fault! Let me go now!"

Servi blinked innocently, "You can't blame me for this... Who told you to hug me suddenly..."

Kreacher's face turned even redder, and he stepped hard on Servi, "Keep talking!"

Servi felt pain and quickly let go of Kreacher, and the atmosphere between the two became a little subtle.

Kreacher straightened his clothes, turned around and prepared to leave in a panic, but was grabbed by Severus' wrist.

"Kreacher..." Servi called softly, "What happened just now..."

Kreacher interrupted him without turning his head, "Forget it!" Then he left quickly.

Servi looked at Kreacher's departing back, a complex emotion welling up in his heart.

He sighed, shook his head helplessly, and said to himself: "What a headache..."

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But today was a little different, because there was a hooded man standing on the side of the stage. He was tall and straight, and just standing there gave people an invisible sense of oppression.

Natasha was the first to notice him and stopped. "That's..." she whispered to Violetta.

Valletta looked at the man, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes.

Jack walked towards the two of them with a faint smile on his face. His eyes first fell on Natasha, then turned to Violetta, and finally said: "Ladies, tonight's performance is really wonderful. May I have the honor to invite you to dinner?"

(Originally, I wanted to use Jack's dinner invitation to let the Donald family find Natasha, but I thought that it was impossible for someone from a big family to be so useless, so I just sent someone from the family to pretend to be a reporter to contact Natasha.)

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Carl was stunned. He had never seen Victor so excited and angry. His eyes were full of pain and despair, as if they were going to devour Carl.

"Victor...I..." Carl tried to explain, but was interrupted by Victor.

"I don't need your sympathy and pity!" Victor's voice was filled with tears. "Go away, leave here, and don't bother me anymore!"

After saying that, Victor slammed the door shut, leaving Carl standing there at a loss.

Carl left Victor's house with a heavy heart. He didn't understand why Victor suddenly lost his temper. But he knew that Victor must have encountered some difficulties. He decided to investigate the matter secretly and find out who was threatening Victor.

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In the joyful atmosphere, music sounded and people began to dance. Michiko and Miles embraced each other and danced, their movements were graceful and smooth, like a match made in heaven.

Natasha and Joke also started dancing enthusiastically, drawing cheers from the crowd. Other guests also joined the dance floor, enjoying this joyful moment.

However, in the corner, Grace watched all this quietly. She held the pearl oyster tightly in her hand and secretly made up her mind to face the future more bravely. After the dance, the guests dispersed, some continued to communicate, and some tasted delicious food.

That night, everyone was immersed in joy and marked the beginning of a new chapter in life.

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Andrew decided to go to the stables to see his horses first.

He came to the stable and saw the five horses eating grass, so he approached them gently.

The horses seemed to sense Andrew's arrival and raised their heads, looking at him with gentle eyes.

Andrew stroked the horses' backs, feeling their warmth, and the loss in his heart gradually dissipated.

He realized that these horses had been waiting for him and that he should give them more care.

After spending some time with the horses, Andrew's mood became cheerful.

He decided to go back to the candy world and regain the happiness of his childhood.

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Jack shook his head, as if to get rid of the idea of ​​the manor owner. He looked at the time and saw that it would take some time before he arrived in London, so he decided to take a rest. After returning to the room, the others also quieted down.

However, Naib's question kept lingering in Jack's mind. He couldn't help but smile bitterly, wondering how he was influenced by Naib.

While Jack was daydreaming, the train slowly pulled into London Station. Jack sorted out his emotions and led everyone out of the station. They went to the musical theater as planned. Along the way, Jack secretly looked forward to the upcoming surprise.

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After returning to the room, Jack was still immersed in his thoughts, repeatedly pondering the question that Naib had just raised. His mind was like a movie, with various images and scenes constantly flashing through his mind.

Gradually, a figure emerged clearly in front of Jack - that was the owner of the manor. In particular, there was a time when the owner of the manor was lying lazily on the bed after drinking a lot of wine, which was deeply engraved in Jack's memory.

Jack recalled the scene with full concentration, and used the professional knowledge he had accumulated through body painting to analyze and infer it. He seemed to have transformed into a rigorous scholar, not letting go of any details.

After careful consideration, Jack finally came to a conclusion. He whispered softly: "110, 65, 100... That's right! This is the answer!" Although his voice was small, it was full of determination and confidence.

At this moment, Jack felt as if he had solved a puzzle that had troubled him for a long time, and an indescribable sense of satisfaction surged in his heart. All of this came from his persistent pursuit of art and keen observation.

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One of the survivors mustered up the courage and whispered, "Who... who are you?" However, the humanoid creature did not respond and continued to kneel and pray quietly. The survivors looked at each other, and the fear in their hearts became stronger.

At this time, a breeze blew and lifted the corner of the humanoid's clothes. The survivors were surprised to find that his body was translucent!

"Could it be that he...he is not human?" said a survivor tremblingly.

At this moment, the humanoid creature slowly turned his head, revealing a pale and beautiful face. His eyes were empty, as if he had lost his soul.

The survivors were so frightened that they retreated one after another, not knowing what to do. But the humanoid creature suddenly stood up and walked towards them step by step...

(This is a clip of the scene when everyone was making a scene at the White Sands Street Lunatic Asylum. At that time, I was thinking, should Andrew be a dancer or a white ghost? In the end, he chose to be a dancer.)