[Comprehensive] The Great Devil

"HAHAHAHAHA—"

Seeing the gloomy and cold light in the girl's eyes that was almost exactly the same as his, the clown couldn't help laughing. He watched all this with great interest, and poured her a glass of champagne in a very elegant manner.And the poor man had to go down the entire plate of steak with a sharp knife around her neck, and Serra smiled and handed him a tissue, and said politely, "Thanks, sir. .”

Then she turned around, wiped the blood stained on the knife, chopped up the side dishes on the plate and ate them, with light and joyful movements.

"You are beyond my expectation, baby." The clown took a sip of his wine, his voice low and smooth.

"I just don't want beef." Serra shrugged, then gave him a puzzled look. "You'd hardly ever give me this before...you know I hate them."

"Oh, is that so?" The clown also shrugged his shoulders, throwing the blame away without guilt, "The chef here made a big mistake, trust me, he will get the punishment he deserves~"

Sierra picked up the glass curiously. She had only seen her father and mother drink this before. It smelled delicious, but they never allowed underage drinking, and she had always been interested in the taste of it.At this moment, under the gaze of the clown, she couldn't help lowering her head and sniffing, and then took a small sip, her expression suddenly changed strangely.

He leaned over and asked excitedly, "How is it? Do you like it?"

Sera smacked her lips and thought for a while, "It's a bit like grape juice...but it tastes more exciting."

That is undoubtedly like it.The clown grinned and said, "Your behavior was correct just now, we are worthy of being a father-daughter partner... As a reward, Dad will take you out tomorrow to have some fun, do you want more exciting fun?"

Sera put down the knife and fork, looked up at the eager light in the clown's eyes, smiled slightly, and replied obediently, "Yes, Dad."

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The clown took her to a familiar place to sleep.

When Sera walked into a familiar street and opened the door that had appeared in her memory, she had a new understanding of the extent of this guy's madness——

This was Alberto Grosso's private apartment, the home of her uncle.

And he actually took her to the house of a person she had just killed, and told her with a satisfied face: This is where they will spend the long night, and he hopes they can have a good night.

Oh, what a wonderful night.

The girl who already had the ability to take care of herself washed up briefly in the bathroom for a while, and went to the guest room with self-knowledge, tried her best to find a spare bed sheet, and was just about to turn around and lock the door to sleep, when she saw the clown leaning on the bed with his arms folded. Watching everything she did from the door frame with great interest.

Sierra, "Good night, Dad." She did not hesitate to evict the guest.

The clown raised his eyebrows, then turned around and closed the door as a matter of course, came over and sat by the bed, opened his arms wide open to her, with a look of anticipation and eagerness on his face, "Come on baby, I believe we will have a very lovely night."

Sera, "..." Did he misunderstand something.She didn't mean to invite the other party to share the same bed.

So she stood at the door with a helpless expression, "I'm already a big girl, Dad, if others find out, they will laugh at me."

The clown's eyes widened, "I insist, baby. Who dares to laugh at you, I believe you know how to fight back, don't you?"

He is really difficult to deal with a guy who doesn't follow the rules... Sera sighed in his heart, since he couldn't resist, he might as well be obedient. He is not a very patient "father".

So she walked over, quietly climbed onto the bed, then straightened her long hair and lay on the back, covered herself with a quilt obediently, and closed her eyes.

It didn't take long for Sierra to feel that the bed beside her was sinking slightly, and the temperature belonging to the human body slowly diffused around.In addition, what can't be ignored is the fiery gaze from the right half of the cheek, almost staring right through her face.

Ok……

Sera opened her eyes helplessly, turned her head and immediately met a pale face, her eyes were still staring at her, with a quiet and eerie feeling, as if in a horror story lurking by the bed late at night without saying a word of demons.I believe that even a sane adult will scream in horror when he looks back at this scene at first glance!

Even Sierra felt a chill in her heart.She collected herself, looked at the other party with blinked eyes for a while, sighed, and her voice sounded softly in the night, "I won't be able to sleep if you do this, Dad."

It takes infinite courage to share the bed with JOKER, not to mention that he looks like he is going to do nothing all night and just stare at her so bleakly, which can frighten people out of mental breakdown.

The clown laughed softly, looking cold and erratic in the room.Without the lights on, his eyes were almost ghostly, suggesting some kind of beast lurking in the shadows.

"Do you want me to sing you a lullaby, baby?" He seemed interested. "Believe me, I'm good at it. People used to say I have a really good voice—"

Sierra, "...No, thank you, Dad." She didn't want to hear it at all, otherwise she wouldn't be able to sleep in the middle of the night.

After finishing speaking, she paused, considering that he might harass her with various reasons in the future, Sela held back the depression in her heart, winked at him, and then stretched out her hand, warm and soapy Covering his eyes with fragrant palms, he spoke in a soft voice, with a sense of comfort and comfort.

"Go to sleep, Daddy," she said. "You're safe with me."

The clown couldn't help blinking, the long eyelashes flicked up and down in her palm, a little itchy.He moved his fingers, as if he really wanted her to take her hand away, but he didn't know why he held back in the end. After a long silence, he saw her persistence and determination, and the corners of his lips moved silently to both sides. Lie, he didn't say anything in the end, and slowly closed his eyes.

Serra breathed a sigh of relief.Even if the acting skills are superb, they need to get a spiritual rest. Although she has a premonition that the time when she can close her eyes and sleep without any scruples will be pitifully rare in the future, but she must cherish it when she still has it, because later she will sleep. Take three times the energy and vigilance to guard against this person-in order to survive, you have to keep him interested in yourself, which is not an easy thing to do.

If luck can complete the task this time, she probably won't meet a guy like joker again for a long time... Sera thought so, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, she closed her eyes quietly, and took a breath. Gradually become smooth and regular.

After the girl fell into a deep sleep, the originally motionless man slowly opened his eyes. He lightly removed the soft fingers covering the eyes, squeezed them with interest, and felt the good touch. Looking at the girl's sweet sleeping face, he narrowed his eyes, and an unpredictable smile quietly appeared on the corner of his mouth.

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In the early morning, when Sera opened her eyes, her heart stopped beating when she saw a magnified pale face and scarlet lips.

She stared blankly at the smiling face above, and was silent for a while before uttering a word, "...Good morning, Dad."

Then she raised her neck slightly, and gently pressed a kiss on the side face covered by heavy makeup.

The sweet and fresh breath unique to the little girl passed by, and Joker couldn't help touching his face.It had been a long time since he had felt what it was like to be kissed.Ever since he was forced to fall into the chemical potion by the little bat and became what he is now, it seems that love and care, the two normal emotions between human beings, have gone away from him in an instant.Everyone looked at him with disgust, horror, despair or curses, even his "loyal" subordinates.They would rather crawl under his feet and kiss his shoes than face his terrifying face.

Who would have imagined that he once had a handsome and popular face?

Oh, that was a really bad day.

Life is a bowl full of cherries, and this is the bottom.

The clown grinned happily, his eyes sparkling.

"Get up, baby~" The excitement and fanaticism in his voice couldn't be concealed, "Today will have an extremely exciting performance, I can't wait~"

Serra looked at him. "Wait for me, Dad, I need to wash my face and brush my teeth."

Sierra Moritti has lived a good life since she was a child, and her parents have strict requirements, so she has developed good habits, paying attention to hygiene and details, which makes her behavior quite different from other classmates at a young age. Calm and elegant demeanor for ages.

The clown has a rich past and life experience, but even he rarely witnesses what the daily life of a child of this age is like.With full curiosity, he followed Sera from the room to the bathroom, and then watched with interest as she squeezed out the right amount of toothpaste and began to brush her teeth regularly and rhythmically up, down, left, and right.The mirror reflected his face leaning against the door frame and the delicate and delicate face of the girl. Although the gray-blue eyes that were almost identical to his were still sleepy, they were bright and wild, like a little leopard just waking up.

Sierra has gotten used to this guy's completely unreasonable behavior.She poured water, received water, and brushed her teeth very calmly, without any trembling of her fingers.But it might as well be when the clown came in when she was about to finish, then bent down and leaned close to her face, regardless of her mouth full of foam, stretched out his cold fingers to hold her chin, forcing her face to his, Looking at her in the mirror, a low and hoarse voice rang in his ears.

"Look, darling," he said, squinting his eyes and looking very amused, "you and I are so alike."

The light in those eyes.And the ever-present smile on your lips.

Sela blinked, lathered calmly, and rinsed her mouth before answering, "Well... except for the hair."

The clown couldn't help fiddling with his miserable green hair, and grinned.

Although Sera can't quite understand why he can make himself like this, but the world of a madman cannot be determined by common sense. Maybe he has encountered some accidents in the past to become like this-who knows, these days, whose Don't you have a little green on your head?

Sierra lowered her eyes, took out a new towel and wanted to wash her face, the clown might as well have pulled the towel over, and put it in the water to soak it.His purpose was very clear, so Sera didn't stop him, just like a young lady who is tolerant when she sees a mentally handicapped relative making trouble in front of her, watching him wring out the towel with great interest, and then slapped her s face.

Sierra, "..."

The clown seemed to have found some new and interesting toy, and wiped all the corners of her face with a towel, even her neck, until her face started to turn red.At last she began to play with her black curls again, and even whistled and braided them cheerfully.

Well... since she is still a loli, she has no force value.Tolerate.

But making trouble is trouble, joker unexpectedly has a pair of very dexterous hands, and the movements are very meticulous, without any unfamiliar meaning.But in 10 minutes, he had already braided her beautiful and delicate braids. Then he looked in the mirror, spread his hands, and with a happy "click", he approached her ear as if asking for credit, and said in a low voice, " Daddy's a good crafter, isn't he, sweetheart?"

Although this look is easily reminiscent of the common hairstyles of black girls in some regions, it has to be said that it looks pretty good.But before Sierra could comment, the clown frowned again, seemed to think of something, shook his head quickly, and began to undo the braids he had worked so hard for, muttering while undoing, "No, no, no...it's the same as before. The appearance of my little leopard is more suitable for you... My little leopard, who can grin his teeth and tell dad jokes..."

He is really a guy who is more difficult to deal with than the second princess of the God Realm.she thought.

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Sera thought that the clown would take her to some meeting place of gang bosses this time, but she was wrong, she shouldn't guess the clown's thoughts without authorization.

He took her to a strip club.

The bodyguard at the door obviously knew the clown very well, even when he saw him walking in with a beautiful girl, he didn't blink his eyes.Sera followed him through a dark corridor, and then there was a sudden light in front of him, and the dim and wobbling lights filled the dance floor. Although there were not many guests during the day, the people who came here were not ordinary people as far as they could see. She believes that jokers never do useless things.

However, Sierra, who has a strict family education, thinks it is necessary to struggle.

"I know this place," said the girl, looking up at him. "You said it before, Daddy, that good girls shouldn't come here."

Joker squatted down, the faint tattoos on the side of his face spread across the corners of his eyes like vertical and horizontal spider webs, making him look gloomy and utterly neurotic.His smile is completely different from others, always showing neat silver steel teeth, with a decadent, sinful, weird and elusive character, dressed in yuppie exaggerated colors, and full of enthusiasm in his bones, he has a deep love for crime and crime. Violent passion--

"Selah, good girl," he said, "good papa never tells people what to do and what not to do—we live to break the rules, live to do as we please... I used to see the world The not-so-good side, and therefore not so good, but look at me now-now, I always see the funny side of things, and I always laugh~"

What an excellent orator, better than Eric Lanshere.Even though he knew in his heart that he was crazy, and what he said was completely unbelievable, but he was very passionate and persuasive, and there was an irrefutable logic hidden in the irregularity, which was a kind of polite and shocking madness.

In this dimly lit strip club, in the dimness, where the light can't reach, he becomes more attractive.

Priceless, funny, perfect.Very contagious.

She even began to doubt that when she grew up enough to pose a threat to him, would she still have the confidence to defeat this man?Can she remain the original self without being affected by it?

She seemed to have seen the birth of the most powerful and terrifying enemy.It's not just the clown, Joker, this guy in front of him.It is the malice and madness that is hidden in everyone's heart and rooted in their flesh and blood.

"True evil is first full of temptation. When the devil knocks on your door, there is no ladder with two toes. He is beautiful, and he will whisper your desire in the bottom of his heart, like a sea monster that lures you to destruction. coast."

And he's doing it to her.He is cultivating a collection of evils exactly like him.

Curious what he will do next.

Sera tilted her head, smiled slightly, and said softly, "Got it, Dad."

The clown licked his lips, he was glad that the smart and sensible girl in front of him always understood him, most of the others couldn't, so they were too mediocre to even be worth his planning a funny game.But she was different—she deserved more, more thought and energy from him.He had a hunch that maybe in the near future, she would become his closest friend...or enemy.

"You need a knife, don't you, Sierra?" the clown smiled. "I can tell you're gifted at that... I mean crime. Well, look, they say I'm good at shooting and fencing." Nice catch, but I'd prefer something a little more direct, sharper, more frightening—"

"So..." he tilted his head, "do you want to learn how to use them better, baby?"

Author has something to say: Note: "I just don't want beef". Beef means beef and grumble.In spoken language, "wannanobeef" can be understood as "don't want to make trouble".Here Serra is used as a pun.

After the uncle chapter, the collection decreased, is it because you can't accept the direction of the plot? 0.0

But in order not to OOC, I still reluctantly stick to this style. If you really can’t bear it, you can skip this article.

[It's really hard to be a villain these days] [It's the first time I want to light the wax for the big devil]

The next chapter grows up.