[Comprehensive Manga] Ann

Wanting to avoid the man's hand, but there is nowhere to hide, the temperature on his body is not his own, nauseating, the fear in his heart seems to have been torn open by someone, and it is still being stretched, it seems that the share will soon Fear can swallow itself up.

"Oh~ the voice of the little priest is really nice~"

A man directly and rudely pulled off An Qiluo's clothes, tore a few pieces of white cloth and threw them on the ground, looking at the delicate and fair skin of the boy's neck, his eyes showed greed and lust, The corner of the mouth is an evil smile.

"That's it, it's so smooth, it must be very cool to press it under your body."

Another man stretched out his hand to touch An Qiluo's neck and was still groping inside. As the boy trembled more and more seriously, the man's laughter became more insolent.

"Let me go...you...will be met by God..."

There was a cry in the boy's voice, and pitiful fear in his moist purple eyes, and he shrank back tremblingly, his clothes were messy and torn.

"Haha! At this moment, the little priest is still thinking about God, why didn't he ask your great Lord to save you!"

Hearing Angelo's voice, the man laughed even louder. He looked at Angelo with a sneer, tore off the cross necklace around Angelo's neck, and tied it to Angelo's hands. An Qiluo's behavior was firmly restrained.

"No, no!"

The young man's hands were bound by the necklace that he once attached great importance to. The necklace was tightly tied to his hands, with the pain of wear and tear. The young man who had no resistance was just pressed to the ground by several men, and tears finally fell down. .

"Ah, such a little priest really has the feeling of abstinence~"

The man tore off the boy's clothes, looked at An Qiluo's naked body, and immediately leaned down and licked the boy's body vigorously, making pornographic sounds, while the men beside him even whistled. With a teasing voice.

"You... will go to hell!"

The teenager's tears were still falling, but he bit his lower lip tightly and trembled, but there was firmness in his eyes, and then he closed his eyes as if he didn't want to think about what would happen next.

"Before going to hell, it's really a joy to defile the little priest's body."

The man strangled the boy by the throat and stood up, forcing the boy to open his eyes, while several men at the side pulled down the boy's pants and patted the boy's butt vigorously.

"How about it, why don't you ask us? If you kneel down and beg us now, maybe we will let you go."

The man looked at An Qiluo who seemed to be holding his breath and was about to die, and threw An Qiluo to the ground. He laughed and looked at the priest who fell to the ground naked and in a state of embarrassment.

"Little priest, are you really silent?"

Seeing An Qiluo lying curled up on the ground with his hands tied behind his back, the men all laughed loudly, groping An Qiluo's body lightly or heavily with their hands up and down, and looked at the many bruises on his body with satisfaction. traces, but the boy still bit his lip, not humming.

"It's stubborn."

Seemingly hearing the man's regretful smile, and then gradually moving away the hands that made him sick, An Qiluo looked around with some doubts.

But he found that the man walked towards him with a bottle of wine, his eyes like that, no, everyone's eyes were disgusting and nauseous.

"Really, don't ask us?"

A man grabbed Angelo's hair and pulled him up from the ground, with a cruel smile on his ugly face.

"..."

The boy didn't speak, and seemed to try his best to pretend not to care, and looked away, but his body was shaking constantly, and there were still traces of tears on his face.

"The little priest's fake and holy appearance is the most interesting! Haha!"

The men around started to laugh again, and cast their eyes wantonly on the young man who was surrounded by men and was in a panic.

"Little priest, think it over. If you don't ask us, this bottle of wine is not for us, but for you..."

The man opened the wine bottle, took a gulp, and then looked greedily at the young man's clean but bruised body.

"Little priest, you must not know what will happen! Haha!"

"Ouch! This wine is sure to fill up the little priest!"

"Yeah, stuff it in from the bottom, you can't spill a single drop."

"Then you must let mine go in too, and block it well."

"One, it's too little, it's cool to get in with two people!"

……

The obscenities around him made the young man's body tremble even more, and he shrank back. His already pale face lost all color, his pupils shrank, and he looked at the men around him with great fear, as if he would faint in a second. , and may immediately scream hysterical frantically.

"Don't! Let me go! Let go! Ah!"

The young man's body was held down by countless hands again, and he watched one of the men squatting down and approaching him holding a drink with an evil smile, while the other hand was still caressing his thigh.

The boy finally couldn't bear to yell, and violently resisted, but it was just a useless movement.

"Seeing that the little priest is so energetic, we are all very happy."

The man looked at the priest who was screaming in fear, and the smile on his face became even more ferocious. Under the extremely terrified eyes of the boy, he put the mouth of the wine bottle on the boy's thigh, and fell down little by little.

"Hey! What a waste of wine here!"

The men around were a little dissatisfied, the good show they were looking forward to was not here, but having said that, several men were already lying on their stomachs licking the alcohol from the boy's thigh.

"Don't worry, how can a bottle of wine feed the little priest, the little priest has a big appetite no matter the upper or lower mouth."

The man looked calm, looked at the pale face of the young man, and stuffed the mouth of the wine bottle into An Qiluo's mouth, as if he wanted to pour the wine into it.

"Cough cough!"

And the boy was forced to swallow the spicy liquid, feeling suffocated, and the tears quickly fell down again. The priest who used to be so holy is now surrounded and humiliated by stinking villains.

The man laughed and drove the flustered priest, and several people came over with a few bottles of wine. With malicious smiles on their faces, they greedily looked at the priest's body covered in transparent wine, which seemed to be a little distracted.

"Drinking so much, it's time for a good show."

☆, 25 masters

"Lord Theodore, don't you think this is too cruel?"

The blue-haired man, with a pair of charming peach blossom eyes, was teasingly looking at the devil sitting on the chair at this time, and there was no expression of disapproval on his face, and this man was obviously the waiter who brought Angelo in just now.

"Really? That's not what your expression tells me."

Theodore took a sip of the red wine in his hand, and shook it lightly. Under the light, the wine-red liquid reflected pure light, but it seemed to be slightly blood-red.

"If you treat me like this, I will hate you to death~"

The waiter's alienated and gentle attitude was completely gone before. The man wrapped himself around Theodore's body with a seductive smile on his face.

"How can I be willing to let Lancer hate me?"

With a frivolous smile, Theodore sat on his lap with his arms around the man's waist, and began to caress the man's thigh erotically.

"But Lord Theodore always treats me badly~"

Lancer gently pushed Theodore, as if complaining, his cheeks were reddish, and a pair of blue eyes looked at Theodore, but his waist twisted restlessly on Theodore stand up.

"grown ups?"

Lancer had been expecting to stare at Theodore's actions, but found that Theodore was just sitting, staring at the door where Father Angelo was, with excitement and excitement that he had never seen before. .

"Oh!"

Lancer was suddenly thrown to the ground by Theodore without mercy, but he obediently did not speak or continued to stick to it. Instead, he quietly lowered his head and knelt on the ground without speaking.

Now that you have the courage to be beside the devil, you also need to know when to talk and when to cling to it, otherwise, it is not as simple as being abandoned, you will die.

However, Lancer still secretly glanced at Theodore, not understanding what happened, or what happened to Father Angelo?

The demon who always said it was boring finally got excited, his green eyes were faintly red, and his whole body seemed to be trembling slightly, as if he was enduring something. A little joyful sincerity.

Theodore's footsteps were rarely hurried, and he walked quickly to the room where Angelo was in the distance.

The devil's keen sense of smell and smelled the increasingly heavy smell of blood, and the stench of rust permeated from the room, mixed with the wails of human pain.

When the door was opened, the demon was finally shocked once.

He had imagined countless scenes. In the scene, the little priest might be covered in men's semen, staring blankly at the ceiling; he might be tightly bound by ropes, and then look at himself with extremely hateful eyes; It may also be because of being crushed under the body by a man, collapsing and struggling...

But there is no scene that is as satisfying as it is now.

There are many dead people lying here and there in the whole room. Everyone seems to have a hideous expression on their faces, but the common thing is pain and surprise.Like a sea of ​​blood, the air was filled with a disgusting smell of blood mixed with a strong smell of wine. The blood on the ground seemed to accumulate and flood the entire ground, and the entire room seemed to be dyed bright red.

And these men had hideous wounds on their bodies. There were traces of glass shards in the wounds, and there were large pieces of glass shards everywhere.

And that familiar boy was sitting on the long table in front of the wine cabinet, wearing a loose shirt, but not a single button was buttoned, his fair skin was covered with bruises, and the shirt and There was blood all over the trousers, and the original pure white color could no longer be seen.

And the young man's face was indifferent, purple hair and pale face were also splashed with bright red blood, with a strange beauty, the whole person exuded a dark atmosphere, and the bright light Formed a stark contrast.

"Oh, Theodore, are you satisfied with what you see?"

Angelo sat on the table, looking a little lazy and casual, holding a bottle of whiskey in his hand, and took a sip, the clean and transparent liquid slipped from the corner of his mouth, all the way down to the delicate collarbone, chest, lower abdomen, with A different kind of charming charm.

"Oh!"

It was the sound of the wine bottle shattering, the wine splashed out like this, the glass shards scattered all over the ground, and then stained with the color of scarlet blood.

"Oh!"

What followed was the sound of wine bottles shattering one after another.

The young man sat on the stage, holding the wine bottle in his slender hands, just took a sip casually, then put it in front of him casually, and then threw it on the ground, but there was no wave in his eyes, just throwing it like this.

One bottle after another, without the slightest hesitation, with a weird smile on his face, as if it was a habitual action, watching the wine bottle shatter on the ground, the shards of glass refracting the light of the light and the wine, it is strange to appreciate it beauty.

Or, just listening to the crackling sound, cracking, cracking all the time...

"Little priest, it's beyond my expectation..."

There was a different kind of brilliance in Theodore's eyes, his fingers were trembling a little, he smiled and stepped on the glass shards and walked towards Angelo, then knelt in front of Angelo for the first time, not paying attention to the glass pieces under his knees .

"Little priest? Is this what you, a slave, call me?"

Angelo smiled, with sarcasm in his eyes, and poured a bottle of wine directly over the demon's head. Seeing the demon's more excited expression, his expression was even more sarcastic.

"Everyone yearns for pure and holy things, but you yearn for such stinky, disgusting blood and darkness."

"That's because I'm a devil—Master."

"Hahaha……"

After hearing Theodore's name kneeling on the ground, Angelo's purple eyes narrowed, and then he began to laugh wantonly.

"Devil, what a disgusting creature..."

The young man who seemed to be able to stop laughing with difficulty, bent slightly, and at some point there was a shard of glass in the palm of his hand, which slashed across Theodore's cheek, and dark red blood flowed quickly from the wound.

"The master is so powerful, did he kill everyone with a piece of glass?"

Theodore's green eyes were red with blood, and he was not angry or dissatisfied when he heard Angelo's words, but became even happier.

So, was everything before that a disguise?

What an interesting human being...

The devil grabbed the young man's hand and took off the glass piece. What he saw was a few bloodstains on the palm of the hand, and the blood covered the entire right hand.

Theodore's eyes narrowed, and then in a half-kneeling position, he licked the boy's hand, sucking blood greedily.

This is what the devil yearns for——

beautiful white body;

Blood that radiates dark sweetness and fragrance;

Powerful yet purely depraved and soaked in blood and sin.

Demons have always been greedy, and Theodore not only wanted the soul of that woman, Anastasia, but also the soul of Angelo, so he always wanted to stain that boy.

But now, this desire is getting stronger and stronger, he wants to own the boy's body and soul even more, sucking his blood, until he gets tired of it one day.

"What a greedy demon..."

Angelo looked at the demon licking his right hand, smiled contemptuously, and looked down at Theodore, the emotions in his eyes were too complicated, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

But it's not just demons who are greedy...

"Go back, don't be discovered by anyone, the devil can still do this kind of thing, right?"

Angelo withdrew his right hand, and while speaking, he wiped his hand vigorously with his shirt, as if feeling disgusted.

"Of course, my master..."

The silver-haired man nodded respectfully, then stood up and hugged An Qiluo, seeing the radiant demon contract on the back of An Qiluo's neck, Theodore seemed to smile even more happily.

And in the early morning of the next day, the soft sunlight poured down from the window, and the pale golden radiance warmly caressed the face of the purple-haired boy sleeping soundly on the bed. The brows were tightly furrowed on such a delicate face, but it seemed a bit uncomfortable.

Standing respectfully to the side is a tall man with long silver hair, a gorgeous white suit, and green eyes who are looking intently at the young man on the bed. It is not difficult to be sure that this man has maintained such a posture all night .

"Master, you are awake, what do you need now?"

Watching the young man on the bed slowly open his eyes, his purple pupils were filled with bewilderment, and then he just stood up stiffly, nothing seemed to be reflected in his empty pupils.

But Theodore didn't care about this, and instead looked very happy, with such a rare respectful attitude.

"hope……"

Angelo heard the man's voice, and seemed to have finally discovered something.

Turning his head stiffly, he looked at Theodore, and then began to tremble all over, with fear in his eyes and tears that seemed to be about to come out of his eyes, and shrank to the corner of the bed, as if he was extremely afraid of something.

"Master, do you want to play the game of the little priest and the devil again?"

Theodore was just stunned for a moment, then reacted, walked towards Angelo with a smile.

"Go away! Don't come! Don't come near me! Don't!"

Angelo looked very extreme, looked at Theodore approaching in horror, shouted, tears immediately fell down, the fear that had been accumulated in his heart for a long time seemed to finally burst out in his room.

"..."

Theodore stopped in his tracks, and the expression on his face immediately became serious. His green eyes seemed to have such a rare deep and angry feeling, as if he wanted to see clearly whether the person on the bed was pretending or if it was real. ...

"look at me!"

Theodore walked up to An Qiluo quickly, grabbed An Qiluo's hand vigorously, and then pressed him firmly against the wall, staring at An Qiluo with scarlet eyes.

It is said that human eyes cannot deceive people, but from those eyes, he did not see what he wanted, only panic and despair...

"...Isn't it you?"

Could it be that the person from last night is not him, but the smell is the same, and the person is also this person, or——Angelo has such a thing as a second personality?

Although it is absurd to think this way, it does not rule out the possibility. At least Theodore believes in this statement even more. It is not impossible for another personality to be inspired in extreme fear and despair.

If this is the case, should the little priest be thrown into a group of men again?

But after seeing An Qiluo last night, how could he be willing to let others touch his beautiful body and soul...

"You! Don't! Let me go!"

The boy was crying but unable to resist, he could only see that his clothes were completely torn off in an instant, and he was naked in front of the man again like that, his whole body seemed to collapse even more.

"The little priest doesn't remember what happened at all?"

The devil smiled viciously, while tightly binding Angelo's wrist with the necklace of the cross, and imprisoned him on the head of the bed. Although he didn't see the scene at that time, he could still judge from what he heard. what's going on.

"let me go!"

An Qiluo seemed to remember part of what happened last night, and he struggled harder, with a cry in his voice.

"Oh~ the voice of the little priest is really nice~"

But the demon recalled the voice he heard last night, saying the same sentence with the same tone and the same silver color.

"!"

Angelo's pupils tightened rapidly, how could he forget that man's voice.

"That's it, it's so smooth, it must be very cool to press it under your body."

Theodore looked at Angelo's expression, smiled, stretched out his hand and stroked Angelo's body vigorously, and continued to speak in another man's voice.

"Theodore, stop talking... stop talking!"

Angelo was crying, and it seemed that he recalled the previous scenes in his mind, and wept with a breakdown.

"No, at this time, the little priest should say, let me go, you will be punished by God..."

Theodore smiled and pointed at An Qiluo, while following the bruises on his body, he licked, licked and bit hard again.

At this time, only the crying of the boy was heard, and even the act of resistance gradually stopped, and he just lay powerlessly on the bed and cried in despair.

And Theodore's actions gradually slowed down, the smile on his face gradually faded, and there was a bit of gloomy depression in his deep green eyes.

"Father Angelo, I'm Charles Phantomhine, and the Queen has appointed me to find your arrangements for the Sacrament of Confirmation."

Suddenly, several knocks on the door interrupted the original atmosphere in the room.

"come in."

Theodore responded and got out of bed.

"..."

When Charles opened the door, he was shocked.

Not only was there a handsome silver-haired man in the priest's room, but more importantly, Father Angelo was lying on the bed covered in bruises, curled up tightly with his back facing him, and the bed was covered in messy clothes. The priest's hand was still tied to the head of the bed by the cross, bloodstains were worn out, and there was still the sound of crying in his ears.

His eyes shifted to the man standing aside, biting his nails with a nasty smile, did he do it?

"I didn't expect to see another demon? Huh? Is this little guy's soul really good?"

After Theodore saw Charles, he walked towards him, leaning forward as if smelling something.

But it's still completely incomparable with my master...

"Please stay away from my young master."

And Sebastian immediately walked in front of Charles with an elegant smile, blocking Theodore's sight, his scarlet eyes full of warning.

"Don't worry, I already have a good prey."

Theodore laughed wildly, bypassed the two and walked out the door, seemingly not paying attention to An Qiluo who was still tied to the bed by him.

After all, what went wrong?

really-

I can't bear to see you immediately, my master...

☆, 26 alcohol

A few days have passed since that day, Serena is still in the ward and shows no sign of recovery, but everyone has no memory of Serena's recovery, presumably the memory has been tampered with by that demon.

And Theodore disappeared without a trace after Charles pushed in the door that day.However, Father Angelo must have hoped that he would never see that demon again.

Although Angelo's mental state seems to be very poor these days, the queen's order still cannot be ignored.

After several days of preparation and the successful completion of the Sacrament of Confirmation, Father Angelo was invited by the Queen to stay and attend a ball.

Then I met again - that demon.

"The spirit of the little priest is really good."

The demon finally changed into a black tuxedo, a pure white vest, long silver hair tied in a bunch on his chest, and a pair of glasses with silver frames. He looked a bit more refined and gentlemanly, Except for that tone of voice.

"I've been feeling terribly uncomfortable for the past few days~"

The man approached Theodore, not caring about other people's surprised eyes, and whispered in the boy's ear.

Yes, it is really uncomfortable...

After finally seeing the dying person and soul that he was finally satisfied with, he couldn't find it.

The excitement and excitement can only be suppressed all the time, and I feel suffocated and uncomfortable when I suppress my heart. It's really hard to ask for something you can't get.

He does have the ability to hypnotize, but when he hypnotized An Qiluo, he couldn't get any results about what happened that night, as if his memory was completely blank, so he could only use other more formal methods Come find out.

These days, all the books about schizophrenia and second personality have been emptied from the library and bookstore;

I went to the funeral home to inquire about some information, but it was all words I didn't understand;

A group of psychiatrists were imprisoned and brought back for torture, no, for research;

I even tried pretending to be a doctor and going to a psychiatric hospital to simulate diagnosis and treatment...

But, it's useless...

In fact, he originally wanted to take An Qiluo back to imprison him and study it slowly...

However, he was afraid that he would be agitated and accidentally cripple An Qiluo. Moreover, the rabbit would bite people if he was in a hurry. If An Qiluo committed suicide cruelly or really ordered him to die of old age and never see each other again , Where did he go to repent?

So he ran to Angelo's room every night to experiment for a while, and then erased his memory when he came back.

So, to this day, he still doesn't know what to do...

"Okay, don't show that expression of me bullying you again... I'm already heartbroken, and I want to suck your blood dry."

Theodore looked at Angelo who was trembling with a terrified expression on his face, smiled strangely, and licked the boy's cheek under the surprised expressions of everyone.

"Then, I'd better find out if there are any more delicious humans."

Theodore let go of An Qiluo who was stiff all over, and then walked in other directions. Demons also have * * * for humans, but what they want most is their master's.

But Father Angelo just stood there dumbfounded, and the people around him all focused on him with hot and suspicious eyes, discussing something in a low voice.

And An Qiluo paused, then lowered his head, his eyes felt a little wet, and then quickly seemed to run away, but finally fled to the balcony where no one was paying attention.

"Give."

After a long time, An Qiluo heard a low-pitched male voice next to his ear, but it had a childish feeling.

"……thanks."

Angelo looked at Shire who handed him a glass of wine, smiled a little reluctantly, took the glass, smelled the sweet aroma of the wine, and seemed to have calmed down a bit.

While looking at the young man beside him, Charles felt a little complicated.

It's not pity, it's not sympathy, but, I feel that this young man is so stupid that he can't stand it anymore.

"Theodore is your demon, you can order him."

Charles has a very bad impression of Theodore. Now that the soul contract has been signed, the devil has the obligation to obey and protect the contractor. To a certain extent, the contract also represents a kind of hierarchy, and the contract The one who gave the order should be the one who gave the orders, and the devil only needs to obey his own orders.

What he couldn't understand was An Qiluo's brain. Since he was fully capable of commanding the devil, why did he put himself in such a lowly position, and even tolerated the devil's actions again and again.

If Sebastian did this to himself, he would never tolerate it.

"My life is completely dedicated to God and the people. There is no hierarchical difference between us, so I don't want to order anyone. And, Theodore... means God's gift, and he is also A gift from my mother. I, I don't want to order him."

The young man lowered his head slightly, looking at the reflection of his lonely face in the wine-red liquid in the wine glass, his voice was low and deep.

"..."

If it hadn't hindered Father Angelo's identity and his usual image, Charles really wanted to complain, you deserve it.

Charles looked at An Qiluo indifferently. For this kind of person, any pity and sympathy are superfluous, even if there are all evil consequences, they are all caused by himself.

To be innocent and kind like that would be nothing but disgusting stupidity.

"The Earl of Charles must think that I am stupid..."

"..." You know that too.

"I just want to do something that I don't want to regret."

"Oh, then you'll have to pay for your stupidity."

"That's right...the price...but, any price doesn't matter, as long as it's for what you want, Earl Shire must have thought the same way."

Angelo, with his head down, shook the wine glass in his hand and spoke softly.

"what do you want?"

There was a little difference in Charles' eyes, and finally he agreed with Father Angelo's words.But it was a bit strange, as a devout Catholic priest, what did Angelo want?And it probably has something to do with Theodore.

"I……"

An Qiluo raised his head slightly, his eyes were a little blurred, as if he wanted to say something.

But the line of sight just happened to see two people who were kissing passionately in the small garden under the balcony, Theodore and a noble woman.

Then Angelo seemed a little flustered, seemed to look away, and then took a sip of the red wine in his hand.

Seeing Angelo's expression, Charles also shifted his gaze to where Angelo was looking. He also saw Theodore kissing a woman.

It's rare to find that my own demon still has a lot of redeeming qualities...

"Theodore, I order you to kill that woman."

"!!!"

After hearing Angelo's voice, Charles immediately looked over in surprise, with some unbelievable feeling in his eyes.

Was it really that naive priest who was about to die just now?

However, he was only surprised for a while, and then Charles' eyes became more inquisitive, and he looked at An Qiluo cautiously.

Suddenly, it's different...

The innocence could not be seen in those purple eyes with a little sadness, but a bit more irony and banter;

The smile on the corner of the mouth did not have the usual warmth, but the upward arc carried a sense of arrogance and contempt;

The whole person seemed to become lazy, with a dark aura exuding from his whole body, his eyes were fixed on the devil downstairs, and the young man's voice was cold and decisive.

"Owner……"

After hearing An Qiluo's order, he immediately excitedly dealt with the woman in front of him, and jumped in front of An Qiluo, kneeling respectfully on one knee, with a kind of frenzied excitement in his eyes.

"I really, really hate that my slave smells disgusting to others..."

Angelo's voice was a little lifted, and he drank the red wine in the glass with a smile.

"Master, I understand."

Theodore's green eyes narrowed slightly when he looked at Angelo who was drinking, and then bowed his head respectfully, with a submissive look.

So, is it wine?

"Why, didn't you spend so much effort just to see me? Now that you see me, you are so respectful?"

Angelo casually dropped the glass in his hand on the ground, then bent down, raised Theodore's chin with one finger, and stared at the silver-haired man in front of him with dark purple pupils.

"As long as I can be with the master, it is my honor."

Theodore looked at Angelo with some fascination. The boy in the solemn priest's attire exuded a dark and depraved atmosphere, but this subtle sense of contradiction aroused the devil's desire just right.

"Count Charles, you seem to be shocked."

Angelo smiled, and did not answer Theodore's words. Instead, he straightened up and looked at Charles who was standing aside and looking at him seriously.

"...you are Father Angelo."

Charles frowned slightly, as if he was trying hard to think about the status quo, obviously everything that happened suddenly made him a little confused.

"Yes, and no, but it doesn't matter."

Angelo took a few steps towards Charles, but was blocked by Sebastian's body, as if he was afraid that he would do something dangerous to Charles.

"Hey, why is there such a big difference between being the same demon? Sebastian is trying to be a perfect deacon, trying his best to protect his master, Theodore, you have always been indifferent to me and unhappy Throw me aside at any time, find a woman to have fun on my bed, and torture me when I'm happy, I still remember the good show last time."

An Qiluo sighed, and seemed to be a little envious, and then turned his head to look at An Qiluo, but there was no sense of blame in his expression, but a bit of banter.

"Thank you for the compliment, but as the deacon of Phantom Hein's family, what if you can't even do this?"

Sebastian smiled gracefully and brightly.

"Huh? I should be the one to say it. Thank you, Master, for your compliment."

Theodore stood up and walked behind Angelo, staring at Sebastian with a bit of hostility in his green eyes.

"Sebastian, let's go."

Not caring about the thunder and lightning behind the two demons, Charles glanced at An Qiluo, then looked away, and left the balcony first.

"Yes, Master."

"Hey, I still want to answer Ciel's previous question..."

Angelo looked at Charles' back, and his tone seemed a little regretful.

"what is the problem?"

Theodore reached out and stroked Angelo's neck, slowly lowered the collar of his shirt to reveal his white neck, and licked the contract pattern on the back of his neck.

"Charles asked me what I wanted."

An Qiluo smiled, and felt another burst of pain in the back of his neck. The cold touch was drawing his own blood. It really was a bloodthirsty demon.

"Then what does the master want? No matter what it is, I can achieve it for you."

Theodore sucks the bright red blood greedily, yes,