Dressed as Cinderella's Vicious Stepsister

The voice of the Moon God came so suddenly that Dusula was so frightened that she jumped up from the bed.

She touched the earrings with an annoyed expression on her face.

In fact, now Dusula really wants to kill herself.

She immediately clarified: "I didn't speak ill of you, I didn't, I really didn't, the monitoring is proof!"

Moon God: "..."

monitor……

This is very interesting.

Bah Bah!

Dusula also realized.

How can God's monitoring be called monitoring?

That has to be called sensing all things and listening to the voices of all things.

So she changed her words and said: "In short, the pure will be clear, and the turbid will be turbid. If you don't say bad things, you don't say anything."

The attitude is quite tough.

Unexpectedly, the next second, Luna actually appeared in front of her.

That's right, it was Dusula's bedside.

As soon as he sent it over, he raised his eyebrows.

Because Dusula stood on the bed at some point, posing in a fighting posture, like Ultraman fighting a little monster, ready to face the "enemy" that does not exist in the air.

Following the "tool man" and "abandoned", a new detail that made Luna unhappy appeared.

Not only that, Heath tasted it carefully, and tasted the title she just said.

It has always been called "you".

In the past, when Dusula was flattering, she often used honorific titles, but she got carried away and used them again.

This gave him a strange sense of intimacy as a god who had always been aloof.

Now it's back to square one.

Anxiety hit, and for a moment the omniscient and omnipotent god didn't know what to do.

So an Ultraman Dusula, a little monster Luna, looked at each other without saying a word, but neither of them would relax, so they could only confront each other dryly.

After all, it was Dusula who couldn't stand such a weird atmosphere first.

Of course, she refused to admit it.

She attributed this to the bad pose she chose, her arms had to be raised all the time, her muscles were tense, it was too strenuous, and Luna just stood there with a sculpture as usual.

At this critical moment, if you move even a little, you can't escape the fate of the whole collapse.

So Du Sula felt that she suffered mainly from the pose, and it was definitely not because she couldn't survive the confrontation.

She sighed.

A big, long, helpless, and obviously exaggerated breath.

Dusula also felt really helpless.

Only by sighing like this can the Moon God, who doesn't understand people's hearts, understand her helplessness.

She had no image, sitting cross-legged on the bed, suddenly she was quite a bit shorter than the silver-haired man under the bed, and the black-haired girl was shrouded in his shadow.

Dusula didn't look at him, but looked down at her feet, as if hers could blossom.

She said: "Master Luna, what are you upset about? I am very puzzled."

This "Master Luna" made Heath even more upset. It was just such a small matter, such small details, which were too small to talk about alone, but together they seemed to be fussy, vengeful and petty.

Unhappy is also really unhappy.

Ashamed to speak is really ashamed to speak.

So Luna held back for a long time, and said: "I'm not upset."

"You have."

"I do not have."

"If you didn't, you should leave my room now." Dusula was also upset.

I'm just a gg at worst, I'm really embarrassing to you, stuck here like a telegraph pole, needless to say, blocking the sun and putting on a bad face, who would believe you if you said you were in a good mood.

Dusula's words directly poked Heath's heart.

I don't want to say that I am unhappy, but let him go, that is unhappy x10, Rio is unhappy.

So it is impossible to walk.

Luna's face was even darker, but she stood at the head of Dusula's bed as if she hadn't heard anything.

Dusula: "..."

Just TM speechless.

She added: "So you are really upset."

"……No."

Dusula directly ignored a god who said something wrong, and she continued: "So this is what I don't understand. The contract we signed at the beginning, rounded up, means that I am a tool for you to use."

"Equivalent exchange, you didn't teach me how to use power for nothing, I can accept this."

"Although my thoughts sometimes fluctuate, I am a mortal, and it is normal for mortals to fluctuate. You can understand it as a god, right? But whenever there are some thoughts that cross the line, I will suppress them by myself, and then turn off the flame Already."

"So I am a perfect tool man, a walking moonstone, with a high degree of cooperation and no entanglement. For you, it is a good thing with no harm, right?"

Dusula was really confused.

She frowned so tightly that she could almost pinch a fly to death.

In order to become stronger and survive, she is willing to be a tool person. Isn't this person even willing to teach her?

She couldn't help but look at the silver-haired man in front of her who couldn't understand or guess, and asked her sincerely.

"So, what are you upset about?"

Having said all of this, Luna said "I'm not upset", which made him feel extra petty.

Dusula's "honesty" also directly forced Luna to the road that had to be explained.

Even a tool man has the temper of a tool man.

Du Sula made it clear: Even if you want to use me, we have to make the contract clear. Your responsibilities and obligations are all listed out. It's so boring to test each other's bottom line.

Luna pondered for a long time.

Dusula just kept looking at him.

Finally, Luna, who couldn't get a fart out with a few sticks, said, "Because you misunderstood me."

"Ah? Where?"

"I don't completely regard you as a pawn or a tool."

Now, Dusula was even more puzzled.

"No, that's not what our contract says."

Moon God: "..."

Firstblood!

"Also, last time you saved me in the dense forest, you said that I was your preferred pawn, but you didn't say that I was not a pawn."

Moon God: "..."

Doublekill!

"Besides, just two days ago, when I said that I was a human-shaped moonstone, you didn't refute it, but just left."

Moon God: "..."

There is no need to kill, Luna is dead.

As powerful as a moon god, he also felt a pain in the head.

And he still wanted to question his former self, if he said a few more words, would the world be destroyed?

Dusula continued: "Of course, it's nothing. You continue to teach me things, be my teacher, and I will continue to be a tool person to repay you. Equivalent exchange, it's very good."

The honorific title appeared again.

Anxiety is also becoming more and more obvious, it is like a curse mark on the body, anxious and uncomfortable, but I don't know how to get rid of it.

But gods also have instincts.

Under the heavy pressure, Luna stared at the black-haired girl on the bed, paused every word, and said, "The past is the past, and the present is the present."

"……Um?"

"This potted plant of yours belongs to Richard. But after you have maintained it for so long, I will return it to Richard. Would you like to?"

Luna tried to present the most simple and understandable truth.

Du Sula hurriedly stopped her: "That's impossible!"

Just kidding, this potted plant grew up by absorbing her divine power, how could it be given away casually?

Luna: "That's it. So..."

In the second half of the sentence, the aloof god stopped.

He thought and thought again.

Reason made him unwilling to speak, but emotion destroyed the high dams, and impulsiveness caused the flood to flow thousands of miles away.

The silver-haired man closed his eyes and sighed softly.

It seems that it is not reconciled, but it also seems to give up resistance.

He said lightly: "So, if the same choice is in front of me, between the lives of millions of people and the lives of specific people, I will also choose specific people."

The "specificity" of gods is more rare than that of ordinary people.

Their lives are too long, and specific things are often fleeting like a short-lived epiphyllum.

Maybe they disappeared before they could be retained.

Luna's long hair was as smooth and moist as water, and his light-colored lips were as soft as flowers. He opened his eyes and stared at Dusula.

The golden eyes should have been aggressive, but now they softened.

He is like a painting, where he calls himself a landscape.

The handsome man's lips opened and closed, Dusula watched and listened, her eyes widened in disbelief.

"Gods also have preferences."

And the girl favored by the gods sat on the bed, her breathing almost stagnated.

The brain is not getting enough oxygen.

She could barely hear her own voice.

"So, I'm the favored potted plant?"

"..."

"I know this. Last time you said that I was your preferred pawn."

Moon God: "..."

Damn it.