Chapter 47 Chapter 47 ...Since he can replace him, then...

On the night that Lin Miao entered Capet Manor, he thought carefully about the strategy for getting the last head.

When she first met Reese, she used blood as bait to stimulate his "appetite"; in her first confrontation with Errol, she used the feedback skill of double synaesthesia to make him be controlled by "lust".

She cleverly exploited their desires.

——What about An Wei?

What are the desires of the youngest personality in terms of birth order? How can she directly cut into his core strategic points when they meet for the first time?

After thinking for a long time without success, Lin Miao's gaze returned to their names again.

Wrath and gluttony, lust and sloth, envy and greed.

Jealousy... This attribute cannot be simply categorized like "rage" being internalized or "lust" being externalized, but its psychological cause is the best one to summarize.

"Imbalance".

After the comparison, the imbalance caused by the gap.

She developed close relationships with Reese and Errol successively. No matter how Anvi, who possessed his brothers' memories and was strongly influenced by their emotions, viewed her existence, her deep bond with the "three-headed dog" was something he could neither deny nor escape.

Three consciousnesses coexisted with each other, two of them were intimately connected with her, and even their shared body had given rise to a habitual desire for her - so what about the remaining one?

If the affection and treatment he receives are completely different from those of his brothers, will the sudden gap bury him? Will the resulting imbalance magnify his characteristics exponentially, causing him to develop complex desires for her?

Jealousy, in fact, should be a very suitable attribute for placement. Lin Miao thought objectively and rationally, and made a decision in his heart.

This time, she no longer had to rack her brains to figure out how to approach the Jealous Chief. She only needed to show her indifferent attitude—

Then, wait for him to come towards her.

…

The demon, whose identity was exposed and whose vitals were held by a blade capable of penetrating the defenses of a three-headed dog, paused for a moment, his tone unchanged: "An Wei... Who is An Wei? Did Miao Miao meet a new man behind my back?"

"How long are you going to lie to me?" He pressed the dagger harder, widening the bloodstain and spilling more blood. "Lord Anwei, don't you even dare to admit your own identity?"

"I don't understand what Miaomiao means." The devil pursed his lips, his eyes half-closed, his handsome face filled with genuine innocence. "I don't even know An Wei."

"Really?" Lin Miao's voice was like a cold wind, full of hostility towards him. "Then why don't you try to use your talent on me?"

"... If Miaomiao wants it, I can satisfy you even without any talent..."

The coldness suddenly pierced into the warm flesh, and the sharp blade was only a hair's breadth away from severing his blood vessels. The demon clearly realized that the human girl had truly been cruel, but he still tried to argue, struggling unwillingly as he was being hammered to death.

"Miaomiao, don't you recognize me?"

"Speak! How is Lord Errol!" she interrupted sharply.

“…”

The deliberate curve at the corners of his eyes finally froze, and those innocent, confused, and weak expressions faded away in an instant like a candle flame casually extinguished by fingertips.

A thick, terrifying shadow covered his eyebrows and eyes, and his blood-red irises were swallowed up, replaced by bottomless inky black. Even the whites of his eyes seemed to be soaked in the night, so dark that it was frightening.

The blade was still cutting through the skin, but he suddenly moved, turning around very slowly and steadily - he didn't even use magic to protect his vitals, allowing the dagger to penetrate deeper, and a large amount of blood flowed down the side of his neck.

Lin Miao's hands were stained with bright red. She hesitated for only a moment before An Wei made a lightning-fast move, prying off the knife with his clever strength and restraining her arms.

The blood on his hands was wiped away by magic, leaving no stain; he almost locked her in his arms, his inky black eyes filled with dark persistence and seemed to be filled with real grievance.

Some are like drowning people, clinging to the last piece of driftwood in desperation. Even if they are pierced by thorns and covered in blood, they can only blame their bad luck but dare not let go.

"You've known about my existence for a long time." He said slowly, returning to his jealous voice, but to her surprise, it had a clear, youthful tone.

...the kind that's been poisoned.

"So what?" She looked directly into his eyes, her spine shuddering silently, and she had to half-bite the tip of her tongue to restrain the corners of her lips from rising.

But his words were merciless: "If I don't know, wouldn't that give you the opportunity to pretend to be Lord Errol and deceive me?"

The demon's pupils shrank, and the muscles under his eyelids twitched slightly. After a while, he forced out a sarcastic smile.

"Miss Human, need I remind you—that's not how you reacted when that bitch... Errol pretended to be Reese."

Behaving well, being obedient, and throwing herself into the arms of her 'new love' without any hesitation, she sweetly swears allegiance to another devil without any nostalgia for her 'old love'.

He felt ridiculous for that idiot Wrath and thought he deserved to be fooled, but at the same time he felt an indescribable palpitation because that bitch Lust could replace Wrath so easily and effortlessly.

It’s definitely not because he is lucky, the jealous head thinks so.

Perhaps it was simply because his former master, now a human lady, was good at showing mercy and generously spreading some affirmation towards the waste;

Or perhaps, she simply liked this face, this body; after all, when he inherited his memories, he had met countless human ladies' eyes filled with admiration, and were mesmerized by his "brothers"—

That would be even better.

They are originally one, sharing the human body of the three-headed dog, and are no different except for their eye color, and changing eye color is extremely simple.

…Since he can replace him, he can replace him.

Compared to Errol's initial arrogance and disdain, attempting to go against the instincts left in Reese's body, Anwei, with a lower moral index and a naturally competitive nature, hardly struggled internally, and quickly accepted the fanatical desire for intimacy with human women from his soul and body.

And this desire expanded exponentially the moment he saw her sleeping face, quickly filling his entire heart and making his brain dizzy. Not only did he kiss her fingertips like a thief after carrying her to bed, he also stared at her face for a short while (well, only four hours);

Even though she had to modify the Seventh Prince's cognition and make him "like" Lin Miao in order to carry out her plan, the devil quietly followed them on their outing after struggling for a long time (a full second).

The devil's mentality quickly collapsed when the piece of trash repeatedly tried to get close to Lin Miao with his dirty body, and the human lady didn't even try to avoid him;

The pupils were burned with black cracks by those intimate acts, the canine teeth were itchy, and the urge to tear the man apart, to tear everything apart, was growing by the second.

After much difficulty, I was able to find a reasonable enough excuse to punish the evildoers;

He was full of nervousness and expectation, and came into close contact with Lin Miao with the idea of ​​trying to replace his brother. However, Lin Miao directly pointed out his identity and treated him coldly and badly, which almost became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

Lin Miao saw a hurt look in his mocking eyes, and that was undoubtedly the best proof that he was being emotionally affected by her and following her plan.

Can we add more fuel to the fire?

She thought expectantly, then spoke word by word, "But you are not Errol, Lord Anwei."

What a cold and ruthless verdict, what a resounding sentence "You are not him".

The devil still had a smile on his face, but that smile seemed to have been pulled together by human violence and was on the verge of being torn apart.

"...I'm not him?" An Wei repeated her words with a light breath.

"But we have the same face. The face you like."

"You are too superficial. What I like has always been the soul." Lin Miao said sternly.

soul……?

So she liked Reese's soul, liked Errol's soul - but she rejected and rejected his?

Anvi laughed out loud.

Something shattered in his mind with a "crack", and his sensitive nose smelled the smell of decay.

How can this be true?

That doesn't make sense.

"I really envy Miaomiao's love for that bitch." He said as if he was lamenting, "What a pity..."

"You—can't see him anymore."

The back of the neck was held tightly, and even though the master of Hellfire's voice became cold, his palms were always warm.

His fingertips caressed the tiny hairs on her skin, and his canine teeth restrained their strength to hit her fangs. He took this opportunity to press the tip of his tongue between her teeth, sweeping across every inch of her mouth with irresistible force, like a wolfhound marking its territory.

The saliva mixed together, making a smacking sound. He swallowed everything he could, as if he wanted to tear Lin Miao apart and eat her into his stomach.

“Bang!”

A crisp sound echoed in the air, carrying with it the sound of wind raised by a palm.

The demon's head was slapped aside, and bright red finger marks appeared on his handsome face, which looked particularly glaring.

Lin Miao used all his strength in this slap, and the swelling swelled up at an alarming speed, with even faint bruises appearing at the edges.

An Wei said nothing. He touched the numb side of his face with the tip of his tongue and tasted a hint of rust.

He felt dizzy, but not from any pain that was too minor for the demon.

The demon raised his knuckles and rubbed the hot red mark, his movements becoming gentle, as if reminiscing about something.

"Are you satisfied with the fight?" His eyes were filled with joy. He slowly bent down and put the other intact side of his face close to Lin Miao's hand, rubbing it against her palm like an unintelligent beast.

This posture completely exposed the beautiful lines of his neck to her view, and his Adam's apple slid gently with the rise and fall of his breath, like a silent invitation to her punishment.

"Miao Miao," An Wei narrowed his eyes, "I want this side too."