Metaphysical little beauty falls into the infinite world

Zhu Yao didn't rest for three days after coming out of the dungeon, and took Little John to sit in the meeting hall of the guild if he had nothing to do, which was actually not very interesting.Especially every time he sees Little John, he thinks of the horror that happened near the end of the last dungeon.

At night, all the wailing and screaming, bloodthirsty killings, and blazing fires crawled into his dream like poisonous snakes, and then ran rampant inside, finally spewing out puddles of scarlet blood .Every time he suffocated as if he had been bitten off by a vampire and died in that instance.

"..." The supernatural is really scary.

Zhu Yao didn't have such aftereffects when he came out of dungeons in the past, maybe it was because he was too afraid of ghosts... The nightmares for several days made him a little listless, and he even wanted to rush into the next dungeon.

On the fourth day, Zhu Yao woke up from his dream still covered in hot sweat. He drooped his head and sat on the head of the bed feeling bored for a while, and finally took the initiative to find the devil.

"Can I skip the supernatural book this time?"

Zhu Yao's legs dangled on the chair in the devil's room. This was the first time he asked the devil such a request. He lowered his head and said such a sentence, pursed his lips and looked at his toes, clearly thinking that the devil would probably not agree.

After all, his bonder is a bastard who made him suffer from a disease to make it more difficult to even enter the instance.

"Ok?"

The devil raised his eyebrows and lowered his eyes to look at the boy on the chair who was so nervous that he grabbed the hem of his clothes with his hands. He even woke up in the morning without even changing his pajamas and walked over barefoot. The neck is thin and white, and the movement of hooking the head seems to expose it deliberately for others to see.

The dark pupils turned faintly, and his eyes swept away like a substance. Even if Zhu Yao didn't look at the demon, he knew that the other party must be looking at him.

So the young man clutched the corner of his clothes even more nervously. He knew what it meant to ask the devil for a copy, but he had experienced the last ghost book, and he would rather be bullied by the devil than enter the ghost book again.

Zhu Yao didn't know if the devil would agree to this request, but he still said with a trembling voice: "...I still remember the terms of our contract."

"Huh?" The condescending man wriggled his Adam's apple, and knowing what Zhu Yao was going to say, his lowered eyes became more obscure.

Zhu Yao didn't notice the slightest strangeness of the demon, he just frowned his thin and shallow eyebrows, looked up at the demon, and his eyes that were scarred red in the nightmare were even more colorful now.

He slowly recited one of the clauses in the contract: "If I have any requests for help with the copy, you will try to meet my needs, but the premise is that I must first meet your needs, right?"

He still remembered that when he broke up with the devil a few days ago, the devil said something very bad and cruel. He wanted to deprive Chi Ming of it, so...the demand for him would not be very good.

Zhu Yao was prepared for this when he first signed the contract with the devil, but what can he do if he doesn't sign the contract? He didn't understand anything when he first came. If he didn't choose the devil at that time... I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to live By now?

Zhu Yao's eyes are red, he really doesn't want to shed tears in front of the devil, even sometimes he will speak harshly to the devil, emphasizing that he is the master, but when it comes to this kind of time, facing the threat revealed by the devil from the bottom of his eyes I can't help but feel a little scared.

But he is more afraid of more unknown ghosts in the supernatural copy.

So think about it this way, it seems that there is nothing wrong with satisfying one of the demon's needs first.

The devil's eyes were fixed on Zhu Yao's bare feet. He was amused by Zhu Yao's frightened appearance, and he raised his hand and turned the chair, so that Zhu Yao's front had to be fully exposed in front of him——

His eye sockets were red and wet, and his eyelashes were still trembling. His chin was tilted because of the angle of looking up, but the more attractive neck and collarbone below were exposed. See the secret red in him.

Following the movement of moving the chair, the devil's hand leaned on the back of the chair, while the other hand hooked Zhu Yao's chin, bending down with a cold breath, and the distance between the two of them was reduced to only a few inches by this simple movement. down two centimeters.

The young man's sweet breath spit out nervously at the tip of the devil's nose.Only the devil knows the taste of his soul.

The human soul is the best glue for all his fragments.Under Zhu Yao's gaze, his deep eyes were about to flash scarlet.

"Do you know what you're talking about?" Facing his most desired prey, the demon's eyes became even crazier, so that the cold voice sounded a little hoarse.

But the previous dungeon suddenly flashed in his mind, which was also the case of Zhu Yao asking for help from an NPC. He was willing to donate his own body, so it's not surprising that he said such a thing now.

The touch on the hand is not dry. When the devil's thumb brushed Zhu Yao's chin, there were still beads of warm sweat on it. It is so easy to be afraid, but the fine sweat that flows out is still fragrant. Isn't this more so? Does it attract more violent violations from the perpetrators?

Whether it's Lester or Baptiste, or the other Chi Ming and Bernard, presumably they didn't have such lustful thoughts from the very beginning, but whether it's a vampire or a demon, or even any body Normal men, I'm afraid no one can bear such a tempting and delicious meal between noses and breaths, right?

But the devil just slipped his hands off Zhu Yao's body gradually, and squatted down to hold the bare foot, which was soft but icy cold. Zhu Yao's extremely sensitive soles and ankles seem to be checking the integrity of his soul, even the most inconspicuous feet cannot be spared.

"Why are you so stupid, don't you know how to wear some cumbersome clothes, don't you even know how to wear shoes?"

The devil held his somewhat cold feet in his palms, as if he wanted to warm them up, but Zhu Yao didn't think so, because the devil's body temperature was colder than his feet... colder than a vampire.

Before Zhu Yao could answer, the devil cursed in a low voice, and picked him up from the chair, letting Zhu Yao hug him on his shoulders and wrap his legs around his waist. The devil seldom hugs the princess, and he doesn’t even speak. Baptiste is gentle, and his eyes are even less affectionate.

But when the devil hugged Zhu Yao and stuffed him back on his bed, his movements were pretty much the same as Baptiste's, and he would carefully tuck him in the corner of the quilt.

Zhu Yao didn't know why it became like this, he was going to negotiate with the devil, but suddenly he was carried back to the room by the devil.

"But I don't want to go to the supernatural dungeon anymore, devil...I have nightmares, nightmares every day, I'm afraid."

The young man had an aggrieved expression on his face, and the unstoppable teardrops in his eyes seemed to be about to fall out in the next second.He took the initiative to put his face on the devil's hand that was still tucking him in, in order to let the other party carefully feel the sweat under the fine hairs on his face.

The fluffy hair scattered around his ears with the movement of him sticking it up, revealing his aggrieved and frowning eyebrows even more, his voice was still trembling, and he said with a choked voice: "I have never seen a ghost with my own eyes in the previous copy, but the last copy The castle is full of ghosts, Baptiste and Bernard are, I saw them drink blood..."

He was talking about what he dreamed about last night, and the more he recalled, the more his head hurt, but he also felt that he couldn't describe one-tenth of the horror in the dream, his nose was sore, and he swallowed slowly. Tun said: "There are human NPCs screaming at the ball every day. Later, the orphans in the maze died, Baptiste was killed, and the vampire bit off his neck. Little John...he used to be in the maze. helped me."

Zhu Yao rubbed against the back of the demon's hand, and said in a soft voice, "Devil, I don't want to go to the ghost book anymore."

He was negotiating the contract and being soft-spoken. Just begging the devil had consumed all his scheming in his life. He felt that he was too bad, but the devil was not at all moved.

He sat upright by the bed, his eyes were full of emotions, and he still said coldly: "The supernatural copy is inevitable."

"..." Zhu Yao's movement of sticking and sticking stopped the moment the demon refused, and turned his back on the demon in a fit of anger, really feeling that his morning effort was wasted.

The boy's words still carried the nasal sound of crying just now, but he returned to the contracted master's fierce tone: "You go, then I won't satisfy any of your needs, you want to taste my blood again, I will I didn't agree either."

This is not Zhu Yao's nonsense, the devil likes his blood, he has known it from a very early age, and even thinks that the devil will choose to form a pact with him because the devil has tasted his own blood in the first copy.

Because he liked his blood, the demon would not get angry when he was slapped by his blood-stained fingers when he released the last dungeon, and even held his fingertips in his mouth.The devil likes his blood, that's why he has to support and help him for a long time, and he is allowed to act like a baby occasionally, and he doesn't want other NPCs and players to get close to him.

Sometimes Zhu Yao really doesn't understand the devil, he obviously likes his blood, why would he deliberately let him face many crises in the dungeon?It's like letting him get sick, no other players will get sick, only he will get sick, and the sickness of each instance is different.

"..." Probably Ai Wu Ji Wu, what the devil really likes is his blood, Zhu Yao moved into the bed again, if he still wants to enter the supernatural book, then he should just rest in the guild for a few more days.

Zhu Yao was about to show off, but suddenly something icy and cold touched his earlobe, "Yao?"

"You still don't want to talk to me, I will enter the next copy in a few days."

As he talked, he felt aggrieved, feeling dull in his heart that he would definitely have nightmares every day in the future, so he simply buried his head in the quilt and was alone for a while.It's too bad, the devil just uses him as a tool man, and the only ones who really like him and take care of him in the nursing home are his relatives.

But just as he avoided the devil's touch, the quilt covering his face was lifted off by the big hand and pressed against his chin, even the devil's entire muscular body was pressed down.

"Crying again." The demon clicked his tongue impatiently.

What's the problem if you want to cry when you feel wronged?

Zhu Yao's tears were falling down, he didn't want to cry in front of a demon who didn't like him at all, even if he was found out, he still gritted his teeth and endured it, but he couldn't hold back, he was exposed as soon as he spoke.

"...I want to sleep." Every syllable trembled.

He didn't know that in the eyes of inhuman demons, the crying appearance of the prey was the most attractive, especially when Zhu Yao's whole body was trembling because of anger and grievance, and every breath he breathed out when he spoke The ultimate fragrance of the perfect soul, so that every drop of flesh and blood on the body, even tears and body fluids exudes an irresistible fragrance.

"Don't cry." The devil resisted the urge to gradually become excited in his blood.

But he is not to the point where he wants to plunder the tears on his face and the saliva in his mouth. Apart from the soul, he also likes the smell of Zhu Yao's blood.

The devil's fingers pressed down on the quilt at some point, and his voice became deeper and deeper: "Okay, then I promise you that the ghost copy cannot be avoided, but I will give you the right to freely choose the disease."

"Huh?" Zhu Yao stopped crying immediately, but hiccupped unavoidably, and gasped for breath: "Really?"

But there is no need for the devil to explain, because a virtual transparent light screen appeared behind the devil in the next second——

Face blindness, anemia, sleeping beauty, reduced mobility, aphasia...

There are specific explanations of the symptoms under each symptom, Zhu Yao stared at it for a while, and then asked: "...I want to choose the physique of tear incontinence, can I?"

This physique seems to have no real harm, Zhu Yao thinks it is very good, and even thinks that if he has entered the supernatural book, it seems that there is no difference whether he has this disease or not, and he has even begun to expect that a disease is almost equal to nothing Copy it.

"Yes." Almost at the moment when Zhu Yao made his choice, the devil finally hooked his head irresistibly, and the tip of his teeth touched the smooth joint between Zhu Yao's shoulder blade and neck, "... want to eat."

Zhu Yao was so frightened that he curled up his toes, and his body became a little stiff all of a sudden. The breath of the devil on his skin made his pores open from the cold. Ripe red apples.

"Yeah." The boy on the bed closed his eyes cooperatively, "Let's eat."

The author says:

New copy of the next chapter~