Why is Miyashiki-sama like that?

Fyodor couldn't remember how many times he walked into the room, how many times he replenished the ghost king's drug, and how many times he looked at the ghost king's sleeping face in a daze.

He thought that when he came over, Zhenxiang would definitely follow him, after all, he had prepared everything, just like the chef had prepared a big meal and brought it to the table, the aroma was right in front of his nose.It is impossible for Zhenxiang not to want to be greedy, even if she knows the risks, she will definitely be willing to jump into the trap and try.

As a result, he insisted on waiting from summer to autumn, and waited for a quarter, until the whole person became Buddhist.

Could it be that Zhenxiang thinks that he won't leave, so she has nothing to fear and leaves him alone?

If this is the case, then he really has nothing to do, because he would be really stupid if he left.

On a day when the leaves were obviously turning yellow, Fyodor made sure that the ghost king was unconscious as usual, exited the room and closed the sliding door. When he turned around, he saw three people coming.

Fyodor knew all three of them, and they were Zhenka Ubuyashiki, Chuya Nakahara, and Lovecraft.

None of the three is strictly human.

"It's finally here," Fyodor whispered.

Although it was a bit slow, everything was expected, including the helpers that Zhenxiang would choose to bring, and it was no surprise that these two were.

After waiting for such a development for a quarter, Fyodor was somewhat disappointed with zero surprises.

He wasn't really expecting something unexpected to unfold, but this kind of utterly "ordinary development" really didn't make his summer of waiting worth it.

In any case, it is not easy for a Russian to adapt to a temperate maritime climate.

"It's great to see you still looking good." Fyodor smiled, "You see, as agreed before, I have changed another way to fulfill your wish, you can kill Ghost Dance now Tsuji has no misery, ending all ghosts. Are you satisfied with this?"

"I couldn't be more satisfied." Zhenxiang nodded with a light smile.

Her satisfaction is 100% genuine.Without Fyodor, how could she get to where she is today so smoothly?

In the beginning, she intentionally led Xu to go to Wumai Tsuji, saying that the reason given to the system was that she suspected that Xu had information on the blue Higan flower, but in fact, she hoped to promote the gathering of the Scarlet King's power.

After all, only when malice gathers together can it have a chance to be eradicated.

But there is a certain risk in this, and it is very likely that a super villain will be created that combines Xu and Gui Wu Tsuji.

In many cases, one plus one is not as simple as two, and Zhenxiang feels a headache when she thinks about the future.Perhaps the Ghost Killing Team will retreat steadily, and the system will be surprised and pleasantly surprised.

Zhenxiang actually has a way to avoid this risk, but she can't act rashly, lest the system become suspicious prematurely.

In this case, Fyodor was a timely help, allowing her to free up her hands and prepare for the "final battle" with peace of mind.

Fyodor easily read Zhenxiang's mood, it was very real gratitude, so real that it made him feel bored.

It seems that the Scarlet King is nothing more than that.

Is it because it has always been contained in a human body, so thinking is as boring as ordinary human beings?

Thinking of this, Fyodor performed step by step. He first showed a little eagerness, and then suppressed it naturally: "Since you are satisfied, then my wish...?"

"No problem." Zhenxiang nodded, "I will definitely help you realize it."

"Then please remember your promise." Fyodor made a posture of believing that although he was uneasy, he took a few steps to the side and let out the sliding door.

He completely ignored Nakahara Chuya and Lovecraft who were present, but looked at Zhenxiang pleadingly, and said softly, "Gimui Tsuji is inside, you can go."

Zhenxiang smiled and shook her head: "I'm not a fool, I'll die if I go in like this."

"What did you say? I don't understand."

"Do you need an explanation? That's fine." Zhenxiang felt helpless at Fyodor's knowingly asking, "I know you intend to let me die, so I have no choice but to refuse."

Fyodor fell silent, and it took about two seconds before he confirmed that Zhenxiang's determination was not a disguise, and he couldn't help sighing: "So, is this another intuition unique to the Ubayashiki family? It is really a talent for fouling."

"It's not intuition, it's just a simple logical analysis."

"Is that so...then I lost." Fyodor lowered his head, his expression gradually turned cold, and so did his tone.

"So what do you want to do?" he asked in a low voice.

As if giving up, Fyodor's voice was full of unwillingness, and no one could see through this level of performance.What's more, in order to ensure success, Fyodor adopted an experiential deduction method this time, so that he could truly immerse himself in the mood of being seen through the trick.

From the very beginning, he knew that Zhenxiang would not be easily tricked into the house by him, and would not step into the most obvious trap.

After all, Zhenxiang will deliberately bring two helpers to take care of her, instead of appearing too confidently alone, which shows that she has a certain degree of caution and intelligence.

On this basis, what Fyodor wants is to be suspicious.When Zhenxiang dared not enter the house, but was unwilling to give up the ghost king in the house, she would definitely say...

"I want to say that you completely misunderstood me." Zhenxiang shook her head, "Think about it, since when did you misunderstand me?"

"Misunderstand?"

Things no longer developed as planned. What Zhenxiang said was not any of Fyodor's predictions. This kind of development made Fyodor's heart move, and his purple eyes gradually darkened, like a place where light cannot reach. deep pool.

"You seem to think of me as the Scarlet King, Fyodor. But I'm not." Zhenxiang said seriously.

Her purple eyes, which are not similar to Fyodor, showed a stinging coldness because of her sincerity: "I am not the human body of the Scarlet King, nor the source of pollution in this world, nor all abnormalities. I know you are ready to kill me, please stop, because that will not bring you any results you want."

Preliminary judgment is true.

Fyodor couldn't believe it, his mind was boiling, on the one hand, he was analyzing the possibility and consequences of Zhenxiang's lying, and on the other hand, he was analyzing what would mean if the "truth" was "true"...

He turned his eyes to look at Ai Yiyi: "Lovecraft, is that so?"

Ai Craft replied flatly: "That's right."

Fyodor's boiling thoughts cooled down bit by bit.

It was a horrible, painful feeling, so clear and so unavoidable that it made a buzzing sound in his ears, as if he had exploded his own head with a power.

He felt that his throat was tight, his tongue was dry, and he had to use more force to speak: "So you didn't come to this world to find the Crimson King."

"Of course not." Ai Craft nodded, not understanding what to ask about such an obvious matter.

The Crimson King is a maliciously aggregated creature, and its instinct is to continuously create world-level destruction. Even if it only passes through one world, the power left behind will cause endless harm.

Ai Craft has no interest in the doomed world, he is willing to work hard to find it, of course he wants to get a higher quality of sleep, and he wants to stay with Sanyashiki Zhenxiang - how could it be to find the Scarlet King? ?

He clearly told Fyodor the scarlet king's disgusting characteristics long ago, but Fyodor still couldn't figure it out.

Looks like Fyodor is... not very bright.

Ai Craft expressed sympathy as tactfully as possible.He imitated the movements that Miyashiki Shino usually loved to do, raised his hand and touched Fyodor's head, silently conveying comfort to the white felt hat.

The author has something to say: I have read through the previous article, and all the typos should have been corrected. If there are still fish that slipped through the net, then I have nothing to do with it. Anyway, I did my best so I feel very happy.

Me, I'm the kind of pervert (x) who would be happy to correct a typo.

It has been a total of half a month since June. Although I have never promised to keep updating daily, I am so self-relaxed and confused. I still feel ashamed to receive a grenade when it is nearing the end... No wonder Well, it is clearly happiness!