The Big Devil vs. the Dark Villain

Cinderella replied obediently and was pushed into the cloakroom. After washing and dressing up, she no longer looked as gray as before.

Just like a pearl covered in dust finally wiped off the dust, revealing its original dazzling appearance.

The ladies looked at her admiringly, with a hint of regret in their eyes.

"Thank you sisters for helping me dress up." Cinderella, wearing a blue evening gown, bowed gracefully to the people, with an innocent and bright smile on her face.

It was like a ray of light shining in the darkness, illuminating the darkness. The rotting flesh and blood were burned and gave off a foul smell that was unbearable for a moment and made people want to throw themselves into the light immediately.

How could something like holy light appear on a human body?

This thought popped up in the minds of all the noble ladies at the same time, and it took a long time to calm down.

"Sisters, can we go now?" Cinderella blinked her innocent big eyes and asked in a coquettish manner. With her cute curly hair, she looked like an exquisite doll.

"Of course, of course." The leading female official was stunned for a moment but quickly reacted and led the way.

The group walked through the courtyard and corridor and came to a small wooden house inside the castle.

The cabin is of simple style, which is so out of tune with the luxury around it.

The others stopped three miles in front of the cabin and watched silently as she walked towards death without any defense.

Cinderella's palms were sweating with excitement. She hesitated at the door for a long time and couldn't make up her mind. She looked back at them.

Seeing them encouraging me, I finally mustered up the courage to open the door.

With a creak, the sunlight slipped in as she pushed the door open. She followed the door in and could see the scene inside clearly.

She was so frightened that she collapsed to the ground, her pupils constricted, and she covered her mouth tremblingly to avoid making any noise that would attract the attention of the monster inside.

I saw a monster with a human head and a lion body tied up with iron chains extending from various parts of the wooden house. At this moment, he was snoring with his eyes closed and breathing evenly.

With the naked eye, one could see the blood-stained iron chain with mottled marks tightly tightening around his flesh, and a strong smell of blood was floating in the air.

The face covered with long hair belonged to the handsome and plump prince just now.

The monster sensed a strange breath, opened its eyes and raised its head, its bloodthirsty and cold eyes stared at her intently, "Are you the bride they chose for me?"

With the smelly wind spraying on her face, Cinderella finally recovered from her shock, looked around, and timidly whispered, "If you mean this room, it should be."

After all, there is no one else.

The monster looked at her with disdain, his eyes showing disgust, "You are the most cowardly and timid of all the brides I have ever seen."

"Go away, I don't need you here.

Tell them not to waste their time on me, because I will not agree to their request."

Cinderella felt that he seemed to have no hostility towards her, and gradually she became bolder and slowly stood up from the ground.

He did not leave obediently, but used the sunlight to light the red candle on the candlestick, and then slowly approached the monster with the candle in his hand.

The monster seemed to have not seen the light for a long time, and it was so scared that it tilted its head and closed its eyes. The shackles on its neck were exposed, and it was unknown how long it had been tied up. Its flesh and blood had grown together with the iron chain, and because of his pulling, pus and blood began to ooze out again.

With the light shining, the wounds on the monster's body became more clearly visible to Cinderella.

Not only were the monster's limbs entangled with iron chains, but even its scapula was crossed by the chains.

The flesh on the white bones was constantly being healed and torn apart, and the silver bright strips were engraved with black curse patterns.

The kind-hearted Cinderella turned her head away with some reluctance, and discovered the white bones that had turned into ashes in the corner, and some gorgeous dresses.

Cinderella's face turned pale, her lips trembled, and she asked in disbelief, "Are they the same as me?"

"Yes, I am a monster. Go away now while I am still hungry, or you will become my meal like them."

The monster closed his eyes and spoke ferociously, his face was ferocious and looked very scary.

Cinderella raised the corner of her mouth, feeling relieved, and looked at it carefully, “You are lying, if you are really that cold-blooded and bloodthirsty, you won’t let me go again and again.

And since they tricked me into coming here and letting me know this secret, they probably didn’t intend to let me leave alive.”

Cinderella held up the monster's face and begged sincerely, "Sir, please save me?"

The monster opened his eyes, a hint of surprise flashed across his eyes, and then he looked at her seriously.

Her skinny figure still looked timid and thin even though she was wearing gorgeous palace dress.

But those bright eyes were so clean and clear that one could not bear to look directly at them, as if they had the magical power to see through people's hearts.

The monster made a gurgling sound in its throat, and no one knew what it was saying, but in the end it compromised in that pure and clean feeling.

"A self-righteous little fellow."

He turned his head awkwardly and looked at her secretly, "I can rescue you, but you have to agree to one condition?"

"What do you say?" Cinderella excitedly smiled brightly and stared at it tenderly.

When the monster thought of what they had done, his eyes turned cold and he said viciously, "I want you to avenge me when you get out and tell the world about their ugly deeds."

"Okay." Cinderella agreed without hesitation. She felt someone coming, so she blew out the candle, rubbed his blood all over her body, and hid in the pile of bones.

Da da……

"Your Highness, how does the sacrifice taste this time?" The fake prince stood outside the wooden house, wearing gorgeous palace clothes. He wiped his wrists gracefully and looked at the monster playfully and jokingly.

"It's a bit dry, not as delicious as yours." The monster smacked his lips lazily, savoring the taste, his cold eyes filled with malicious mockery.

The fake prince's eyes turned cold, and he put away his hypocritical smile and looked at him coldly, "Tell me, how are you thinking about it?"

"Give up, I won't help the evil." The monster put away his expression and said seriously.

"I'm not asking you a question, I'm giving you a final ultimatum. Even if you don't want to do it, there are plenty of people who are willing." The fake prince said angrily.

He took out a torch from somewhere, which was burning with a dark flame, making his face dark.

"Do you hate this world so much?" The monster looked at it indifferently, with an expression of relief.

"It's not just annoying, it's disgusting!" said the man as he threw the torch into the dark room.

"Why can you be so high and mighty just because we are all flesh and blood and we can only be your slaves, controlled and dominated by you?"

"We are all just puppets controlled by the power of the plot. There is no distinction between high and low." The monster looked at his sinister expression and sighed helplessly.

“What a plot, those are just excuses made up by you people in power.

We are all monsters and demons, and none of us is better than the other."

The fake prince obviously didn't believe him, thinking that even though he was about to die, he was still stubborn and wanted to deceive him and change his mind.

The monster looked at his stubborn appearance, raised his head and looked through the roof at the dark clouds in the sky, "The wind is picking up."

“Stop playing tricks there. I want to see how you break through this time.” The fake prince flicked his sleeves and stood proudly in front of the crackling wooden house.

Cinderella covered her mouth and nose tightly, and kept winking at the monster in panic.

I was almost saying it out loud, sir, just use whatever tricks you have, don't hide them at this time.

The monster understood her expression and shook his head helplessly, looking helpless.

Cinderella covered her chest as if she had a heart attack, although she didn't expect others to let her go.

But the slap in the face shouldn't come so suddenly, right? Her little heart wouldn't be able to bear it.

"Ariuya, Ariuya, Dawa..."

She chanted the spell quietly, even though the fairy godmother might not respond to her before night, but she could not care less as she looked at the blazing black flames.

Nan Zhiyi blinked in confusion and pushed Song Huaixi, who wanted to escape from prison, back into his chest pocket.

Cinderella looked at him, and her eyes, full of joy, froze in an instant.

Where is my fairy godmother? Where is my fairy godmother that big? How did she become a man?