I'm on the big guy cookbook

Dad—

Hey, you're here, Dad!

Neil got up quickly, wishing he could hug Aris' thigh and rub his sad tears.

"Do you know how much I have suffered? Look at my clothes, look at my ass, look! Look! You watch from the sidelines, won't your conscience hurt?"

Neil turned around pitifully and pointed to him.

Francis stared at the snow-white soft flesh and chuckled, took off the hat and put it on his head: "You dare to threaten me, but you dare not face a low-level demon?"

Neil sniffed the special fragrance on his body, and immediately felt relieved.

As soon as Aris came, the sense of security came back. The sky fell, and Neil felt that Aris could make up for it.

He put on Aris's hat and whispered: "That's different, you're reasonable...she can't understand human language."

Reasonable?

I?

Francis looked surprised, and then realized that Neil was not mocking, but said this sentence sincerely, and he couldn't help but sneer.

"This is really... the funniest joke I've ever heard since I ruled the dark world."

Fingers wrapped in leather gloves pressed down on Neil's face and swept lightly.

Francis inspects his 140-pound, leggy 'possession'

No scratches were found, and after smelling the smell of blood, Francis withdrew his hand with a cold look in his eyes.

Seeing his gaze, Neil's budding charming thoughts were suddenly withdrawn angrily.

Tsk, what kind of nympho did he commit to this black belly.

It's really been single for a long time, even watching 'ghosts' looks pretty...

Neil didn't know how soft and coquettish he was when he showed Francis that he had torn his clothes just now, it was so obvious that he was begging for touch.

He still wanted to say something, but was startled by a man's cry that sounded like a dead relative.

……

"Jenny—no, Jenny—!"

Since Jenny was killed, Viscount Burt has been stuck in place, as if his soul had come out of his body.

When he reacted, he immediately ran to the body of the dead Jenny who couldn't die anymore and wailed loudly. The thin and thin man cried tears and his face was distorted and ugly.

"Ahh, Jenny, don't leave me, wake up, don't leave me... It's all you, it's all your fault... Without you, Jenny and I would have lived a happy life in the country manor without our names!"

Viscount Burt stared at Neil with tear-filled red eyes.

Neil's mouth twitched slightly.

"Hey, I was hunted down, okay? You have the ability to stare at the person next to me, and you're just like us as bad guys. You're justified in killing people!"

Hearing this, Viscount Burt glared at Francis angrily.

Francis raised an eyebrow and smiled.

Under the black hair and snowy skin, the red pupils are bewitching, and the fangs are looming.

Viscount Burt blinked slowly, looked away, and started to stare at Neil again: "It's your fault!"

Neil: "..."

How dare you be more obvious when you pick soft persimmons! !

Viscount Burt wept while hugging the monster-looking Jenny's corpse, and looked at Neil resentfully: "I'm all for great love, what do you know, do you understand my love for Jenny?"

Neil was speechless: "What does your falling in love have to do with us? Although it's pitiful to have a dead wife, what right do you have to take away other people's happiness and lives to pave the way for your love?"

Isn't it true that a person who is not liked by others is not a person who is liked and cared about by others?

Like Dunalin, he and Ya'an are the real innocents, who suffered from the innocent disaster of Viscount Burt.

"To resurrect my Jenny, there must always be a sacrifice!"

"Since you love her so much, why don't you sacrifice yourself?"

"Why did I sacrifice myself? There are so many people on board, they are like walking pigs, living is wasting, and it is their honor to complete the recovery of love for me! It is the only point of light in their lives that can be called glory! They deserved to die for my Jenny, they deserved it!"

Viscount Burt spoke plausibly, with a sneer on his thin face from time to time.

What made Neil even more disillusioned was that he saw that Viscount Burt was not making excuses, he really thought so, and everyone should sacrifice for him, the "proud man of heaven".

This person is distorted and necrotic from the very beginning.

Neil's scalp tingled.

"...There is definitely something wrong with your brain."

"It's you who are sick, you don't even have the courage to sacrifice for great things." Viscount Burt sneered, "And you are not worthy to talk to me, I am a nobleman."

"........."

"Since I've lost, I'm naturally free to deal with you villains. Huh, but even if I die, I will sacrifice for love, how about you? It's just a matter of good luck!"

"........."

Come on.

Don't stop me, labor and management will give this idiot today!

Neil was so angry that he couldn't make sense, so he had to roll up his sleeves and beat him up.

But before Neil could make a move, a black figure rushed over and pushed Viscount Burt to the ground for Neil to open the flowers.

I saw Burt's blood and teeth flying out together. The nobleman who was "righteous" just now howled like a stabbed pig.

Neil subconsciously looked at Francis, thinking it was the boss, but his boss was still standing by the side, watching the farce with downcast eyes, and he turned his head to identify it carefully, only to find that the man was Dunalin.

Before Dunalin was busy chopping up zombies, his body was covered in black blood, and only his eyes could be seen on his messy stubbled face.

He rode on Viscount Burt, dropped his ax and raised his fist high, ignoring the opponent's struggle and leaving bloodstains on his body, punching to the flesh.

"It's you……"

"Kill Ya'an... you bastards in gorgeous clothes!"

"I want you to pay for my Yaan's life!"

Viscount Burt howled miserably while arguing indistinctly with blood foaming from his mouth: "Damn servants, you are all dogs of the nobles, and you are all ours. Well, how dare you fight with me."

"You fart!"

"It's not easy for Ya'an and I... to live a happy life..."

"Just a little bit... just a little bit..."

Dunalin's body trembled with rage and sorrow, and tears ran down the scabs of blood on his face and down his chin.

It is said that when a man cries, it is the ugliest and saddest thing.

When he was beating Viscount Burt, Neil felt that he had drained his soul and bones and smeared it on the ground, which hurt more than the person who was beaten...

Viscount Burt also shouted that no one is qualified to do anything to him.

Losing Jenny and the witch Mrs. Gina, those zombies lost their strength and turned into ordinary corpses, and the people whose lives were guaranteed were terrified to the extreme, leaving only anger.

"He's not qualified, what about us!"

A man who used to be well-dressed, but now only covered in rags, rushed over, fighting with Dunalin and beating people.

Others also 'lived' one after another, scrambling to vent their emotions.

Just like zombies cannibalizing humans before, men and women with red eyes turned into evil spirits and did the same thing.

Neil recognized that the first man to speak was the one who had just abandoned his fiancée and let his fiancée be trampled to death.

Watching the man vent his anger on Bert, Neil felt that as a victim, he should hate Bert, but he also felt that he... didn't he choose to abandon him because he would die?

Is it really one person's fault?

Seeing that people were about to be beaten to death, Neil frowned.

He is not a Holy Mother, but he received an education from the future, so even though he knew that Viscount Burt was disgusting, he still felt that it would be better to hand it over to the current police station.

Neil stepped forward to dissuade him, but a woman pushed him hard and pointed at the tip of Neil's nose: "Do you think you can be proud of saving us? Get lost! You little man!"

"........."

Neil opened his mouth, both stunned and absurd.

Like a black humor.

The hot red liquid pooled into a pool of blood, spread endlessly, and stained the soles of people's shoes.

A chill made Neil tremble all over, and he retreated to Francis who hadn't said a word.

"Aris, am I wrong..."

He didn't know why he asked such a question, and something was shaking in his heart.

"No." Francis said afterwards, clasping his palm on the back of Neil's neck, staring at the pool of blood indifferently, with a disgusted expression, "We should go back."

"But things here haven't—" Finished.

Neil's next words disappeared into Francis' cold eyes.

"It's too dirty here, your mission is done today," he said.

Before Neil could say anything else, he put a gloved finger on his lips.

Unfriendly, no temperature.

Extremely compulsive.

"Don't let your soul get unclean too."

"Don't defy me, understand, Neil Neil."

"You don't have that right, the object must have the consciousness of the object."

"...

…………”

For a moment, looking at Francis, Neil wanted to push his hand away.

[The author has something to say:...

Neil is depressed: Make me happy and make me sad, touch my head when I am happy, throw it aside and tell me to shut up when I am unhappy...

Stupid author: Good boy, let's end up a werewolf, let's give him a crematorium.

[Second to make up for my little cute fans, I probably have fans too, maybe...cough, okay, no, wow——]

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