Dressed as Cinderella's Vicious Stepsister

This demon king can tilt his head to kill?

He also has the same face as Luna.

The scene in front of her made her heart tremble, but she couldn't help being angry when she thought that he was just a fake.

so similar……

It looks so hateful that you grit your teeth!

Emotions are very contradictory and people are very tangled.

There was no way to sort out the messy wool, which made Dusula even more angry.

Evan Reinhardt had never been treated this way, either before or after his slumber.

Not to brag, but because of the aesthetics and values ​​of the general public, with his external conditions, it is easy to be tolerated.

But the black-haired girl in front of her frowned, her blue eyes were so bright, but they were full of rebellion and anger.

Although her body was firmly restrained by him, her eyes were full of vitality like a beast that had accidentally strayed into a cage.

It is completely different from this dead and dark thorn forest.

Even though her words set Evan's heart on fire, miraculously, he just couldn't get angry.

This feeling is really strange.

Evan Reinhardt felt that he slept too much and his mind was dull.

Speaking of sleeping...

He couldn't help saying: "I fell into a deep sleep more than 100 years ago, and I just woke up not long ago. Are you sure that I am the counterfeit, not the person you said is like me?"

More than 100 years.

Dusula couldn't help thinking that the moon god became a god, and it seemed that it was only a little more than 100 years.

It is also 100 years, and this time span is still very long. It is really hard to say who is ahead and who is behind.

Dusula couldn't help feeling a little guilty.

What if they just look alike...

No, no.

First of all, you can't lose your momentum in front of counterfeit goods. If you get slapped in the face later, then... let's talk about it.

So Dusula held her head up again, oh no, she couldn't move her body, she raised her head like a rooster.

"Bah! A counterfeit is a counterfeit."

However, she was somewhat guilty. The beans sprayed by the peashooter this time did not hit the zombie precisely.

This small change was caught by Evan.

He actually realized immediately that with her personality, if she was reasonable, it would be impossible to forgive her so easily.

The silver-haired demon king realized that this "consciousness" was unusual, so he said "um" in a nasal voice, the voice was thin and long, and the corner of his mouth curled up, smiling slyly.

"It seems that he was right to learn from me." He said with certainty.

Dusula: "..."

Suddenly I don't want to talk much.

This person in front of him is really a bit smart.

Firstly, she was afraid that she would talk too much and expose too much, and it would be troublesome to fight afterwards; secondly, she suddenly realized that although he looked exactly like Luna, and even some small movements were similar, his demeanor, movements, and words , Dusula clearly sensed that these were two people.

An unrealistic guess in my heart just came to nothing.

Dusula felt a little frustrated for no reason.

Evan may not have noticed Dusula's sudden depression, or maybe he didn't care at all.

Evan continued to ask: "It's just that they look the same. Although such a coincidence is rare, it is not completely absent. But you are very emotional, as if I am similar to him, and I am defiled him. Let me guess... "

The silver-haired man walked up to Dusula, and he was very close to her.

She was so close that she could smell the woody aroma of his body, and at the same time, she could see how delicate a man's skin can be and how exquisite his facial features can be.

"He is someone you respect, love, and possessive. Your lover?"

Dusula snorted coldly, not cooperating with his reasoning game.

"I think you are bored after sleeping for a long time?"

Evan nodded, "It's boring, but it's really boring. I had a lot of dreams, so long that I couldn't even tell which ones were dreams and which ones were reality."

Having said this, Evan was stunned for a moment.

Then he turned his head back and squinted at Dusula for a moment.

He stood where he was, didn't speak, just watched.

This made Dusula mutter.

She was a little uncomfortable, because she had never seen Luna's face make so many expressions.

The silver-haired demon king finished his recollections and did not report the results of his thinking to Dusula.

He just went on asking, "Is this weapon from him too?"

Du Sula continued to choke loudly like a [-]-year-old kid: "Why does it have to come from him? Can't it come from me? I look like an awesome character, right?"

Evan's gaze looked her up and down, but he was very careless.

But under this inadvertent gaze, Dusula felt that she had nothing to hide.

Evan said: "Because your church is really poor."

Dusula: "..."

"This kind of good thing won't be in your hands."

Dusula: "..."

Dusula was silent for a long time, and did not reply anymore.

This counterfeit is on point.

This also has to make her feel ashamed, wow, what's going on with you?Even people who lived more than 100 years ago knew that you were stingy, so why don't you show some embarrassment?

I really want to record this passage and show it to Richard and the others, and then see those old bald men digging and fleeing in shame!

However, after being ashamed of the church for a while, Dusula felt something was wrong.

She was not wearing the uniform of the church, and the silver-haired man had never met her before he woke up.

Dusula slowly raised her head, her eyes widened, and she looked at the silver-haired man.

The man stopped pacing and stood in front of her.

He bent over and smiled, which brought Dusula to his eye level.

Evan smiled, and said politely: "I have seen it so many times in dreams, but I haven't been able to formally introduce myself to you."

The thorn branch with the small thorns removed, controlled Dusula's body and stretched out a hand.

Evan took it gentlemanly, as if she had volunteered, and kissed her hand.

"My name is Evan Reinhardt, the owner of the Thorn Forest."

"..."

"Change to a more common and understandable name in the world. They call me the devil."

Dusula couldn't draw back her hand, and it didn't matter whether she drew it back or not.

Because her heart was hit again.

She looked at Evan steadily.

dreamland...

Yes, she had dreamed of a beautiful silver-haired boy, and she remembered them all.

Although there is a certain time difference between the boy in the dream and the man in reality, since he said so, Dusula can also be sure that the silver-haired boy is the silver-haired devil in front of him.

Dusula couldn't help but said, "Do you remember me?"

Obviously in a deep sleep state.

The devil deepened the curve of his lips, and said meaningfully, "Just like you remember me."

Dusula completely ignored the ambiguous atmosphere he was best at, she just asked: "I have been here before, whether it is a dream or reality, you look like a teenager, why do you look like a teenager now? "

Evan didn't hide it, he replied: "Because after I woke up, the time on my body began to pass, but my own life span is much longer than that of human beings, and my appearance is finally fixed in youth."

Dusula asked again: "Then why do you keep contacting me through dreams, and sometimes even remind me of danger."

Speaking of this, the devil's eyes narrowed slightly, and the color of his pupils deepened.

He paused for a while, and the air seemed to condense strangely.

After more than ten seconds, the charming devil replied with a rhetorical question: "If I said that I have been interested in you since your soul crossed over from another world, would you believe me?"

Look at what this says, full of pink bubbles.

It's quite different from the cold and straight man of a certain god.

Dusula felt that he could write a paper called "On the Diversity of Species Personality under the Same Appearance".

However, facing such an answer, the girl who was sober from the beginning to the end actually nodded her head.

She replied generously: "I believe it. But this shows that your motives are impure, and you must be trying to plot something from me. If you guessed right...eyes?"

The silver-haired man just smiled and stopped answering.

He turned and walked away.

The moment he turned around, the man's face was expressionless as if he had changed his face, and his originally affectionate eyes became cold like a cold-blooded reptile.

In the next moment, Dusula was even more surprised.

He moved his fingers, and unexpectedly released the shackles of thorns and vines on her.

The silver-haired man put on a calm mask, turned around, and threw the sickle over.

Dusula stood up from the red velvet sofa and took it steadily.

Evan Reinhardt said: "Give it back to you, let's go."

Dusula held the sickle, but was puzzled.

"Then... why did you tie me up?"

It's sick, isn't it?

Evan didn't even give a fake reason, he just reminded with a smile: "My mind becomes very fast, don't leave before I change my mind, you won't be able to leave at that time."

"I have a weapon in my hand, I must be alive and kicking, and I am also very strong. Whoever loses wins, that's not certain."

Du Sula was showing fierceness on her lips, but her feet slipped very fast.

She walked to the window and was about to jump down.

At this time, one of the walls on the other side turned into dense thorns, and the thorns spit out two people.

Jamie and Mark.

Under Dusula's gaze, the thorns instantly strangled the necks of the two of them, and they didn't even have the time or opportunity to cry out in pain.

Dusula's gaze immediately turned cold.

Evan said casually: "I promised to let you go, but it doesn't mean I will let the other two live."

"..."

Without saying a word, Dusula turned her head and jumped out of the window, and soon disappeared.

Not long after, Douglas ran in from outside.

With a broken arm, he searched everywhere for Dusula's location as soon as he came in.

He sniffed again carefully.

Dusula's breath was very weak, and she had already left the Thorn Forest.

"Why let her go! I must kill her today!!!" Douglas was very dissatisfied, and he even rushed in front of the devil angrily.

poof.

Immediately there was another muffled sound.

Douglas lowered his head, and his other arm also fell to the ground, and the blue blood sprayed out as if he didn't want money.

The demon king's pupils tightened, and the atmosphere around him was terrifying.

"Go away!"

Douglas was in cold sweat from the pain, and he didn't dare to say a word at this time.

He knelt down on one knee, saluted, and then retreated disheartenedly.

Arms can grow longer, but lives cannot be regenerated.

Why did he forget it as soon as he got to the top, and you can't mess with Mr. Evan Reinhardt if you mess with anyone.

And Evan called Nico to come in again.

He ordered: "Where are the remaining demons sleeping?"

Nicole replied, "I'm going to investigate right now."