Chapter 151: Dark Fairy Tale, Cinderella Makes a Deal with the Devil (9)
In the Grimm fairy tale, Mrs. Bran did not want Cinderella to compete with her two daughters for favor, so she did not allow her to attend the ball.
Cinderella cried sadly in front of her mother's grave. Her tears grew out of a big tree. A crow on the tree brought her a beautiful dress.
Although she didn't know how the plot of the dark fairy tale would develop, she was sure that Cinderella would find a way to go to the ball.
"Father! I want to go! I heard that Prince Philip is handsome and gentle. Such a perfect man is the one my daughter loves."
Shen Yuan spoke excitedly, her beautiful, sparkling eyes filled with longing for the ball and Prince Philip.
Anastasha couldn't hide her joy either. A light pink flush appeared on her fair face. She was already looking forward to making a grand appearance in a beautiful dress on the day of the ball and stunning everyone.
Only Cinderella, as if she hadn't heard anything, sat numbly and lonely in the chair, silent.
She always liked to hang her head inwardly and timidly, covering her eyes with her long bangs, revealing only her thin jaw and pale, bloodless lips.
Her looks are perfectly inherited from her mother.
Thinking of that ugly monster, a trace of disgust and nausea flashed across Elas's eyes. Even when he saw Cinderella, his own daughter, he felt a lot more unlucky.
Originally, he gathered the three sisters together for dinner just to decide who would go to the dance.
He felt disgusted by Cinderella's timid and annoying appearance, let alone the respected Prince Philip.
Elas had already made his choice in his heart. He turned his head and his eyes fell on the beautiful Dusula.
She sat face to face with Cinderella. Her skin was particularly fair, and under the light, it glowed with a cold and radiant light.
Dusula may look like Blanchett's ex-husband, and is not as gentle as Bran.
On the contrary, she is very bright and beautiful, with delicate features like a person in a painting, and a pair of watery eyes that seem to have magical powers. Just one look at her can make people become obsessed and indulge in her.
And what about Cinderella? Her complexion was a sallow sallowness, perhaps due to a lack of nutrition, so she looked lifeless, devoid of any vitality or energy.
People always like beautiful things.
"Okay, then let Dusula and Anna go to the ball. You stay home and clean up, Rilla. Remember to clean up all the rose branches so you don't prick your hands."
Elas didn't feel that he was biased at all, nor did he ever think that in this huge manor, only Cinderella's body had his blood flowing in it.
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After dinner, Elas and Mrs. Bran returned to the master bedroom. Soon, some strange noises were heard from the master bedroom.
The servants were used to it and didn't show any surprise on their faces. They quietly cleared the plates and leftovers on the table and then retreated.
Anastasia covered Shen Yuan's ears expressionlessly, her tone was not good.
"Let's go back to the room and treat your wound."
"ah?"
Shen Yuan uttered a silly cry, stretched out her hand, and showed Anastasia the wound that had already scabbed over.
"But, there's no bleeding anymore, and it doesn't hurt anymore."
Anastasia rolled her eyes at her and said coldly
"No matter if it hurts or not, you have to apply the medicine. What if it leaves a scar? No man will be interested in you then."
After saying that, she didn't care whether Shen Yuan was happy or not, she just grabbed her collar and dragged her back to the room.
The luxurious and exquisite rose-pink long skirt was dragging on the spotless ground. The corners of the skirt were full of marks from the sharp thorns on the rose stems, making it look messy and extravagant.
Cinderella quietly looked at the direction the two people left. Suddenly, in her empty and dull eyes, there were circles of punching marks, as if a small stone was thrown in, which was extremely weird.
"She's not Dusula."
Cinderella's tone was firm, and the expression on her face was vicious and cold.
Behind him, in a dark corner where the light could not reach, a black shadow suddenly spread out.
In just half a second, it appeared behind Cinderella, its voice very low, carrying a bone-chilling chill from hell.
"oh?"
"Dusulla is usually arrogant and very spoiled. The most precious thing she has is the dress she is wearing, because Blanchett gave it to her on her thirteenth birthday."
"One time, the maid accidentally spilled water on her skirt, so she slapped the woman several times and then kicked her out of the manor."
When talking about this, Cinderella had a sneer on her face and a mocking tone.
"Do you think she would allow the roses to pierce her skirt?"
The black shadow swayed his body and smiled coldly.
"Her soul is very pure, I like it."
"I never thought that the evil spirits that crawled out of Avici Hell would have such a shallow vision."
She spoke in a sarcastic tone, but the shadow didn't seem angry at all.
He looked through Cinderella's bruised body and saw the most despicable soul hidden inside.
"Look, poor Cinderella, do you know how ugly your face looks when you're jealous?"
After saying that, the black shadow pulled the corners of his lips, and his smile almost reached his jaw, with an exaggerated and terrifying arc.
He laughed arrogantly, but the expression on Cinderella's face became more and more distorted.
The originally beautiful and delicate facial features were wrinkled into a ball.
"Shut up! Shut up!"
She covered her ears, her chest heaving violently, her voice almost breaking.
Suddenly, a cold and powerful hand grabbed Cinderella's throat, and she felt a suffocating feeling of impending death.
“Uh…uh…”
Cinderella's face flushed crimson, and the few words that came out of her throat were fragmented, unable to utter a complete sentence.
"Let go...cough...let go."
Like a drowning person, she used all her strength to pry open the big hands that were strangling her neck.
However, all my fingertips touched was air, nothing at all.
The evil ghost's physical body was destroyed when it fell into the Avici Hell tens of millions of years ago.
What was before Cinderella now was only the soul of an evil ghost without a body, but it could easily break her neck.
The feeling of suffocation became stronger and stronger, and Cinderella's face became uglier and uglier.
"Ahem...let go...let go..."
She could hardly utter a word, her eyeballs turned outward, veins bulged on her forehead, and she looked ugly.
"..Let go..Let go. You...you promised my mother!"
Just as Cinderella was about to faint, she used up her last bit of strength and roared out these words.
The big hand on the neck finally loosened.
“Cough cough cough..cough cough!”
Fresh air finally rushed into my chest, which was trembling with pain, like a sweet rain falling on dry and barren land.
Cinderella had no strength left and fell directly to the cold floor.
She was like a drug addict, taking in big gulps of fresh air, tears rolling down her eyes.
The evil ghost approached Cinderella. Although it had no physical body, there seemed to be a pair of scary blood-red eyes behind the black fog, looking at the dying Cinderella with excitement and agitation.
It looked like a stray dog with broken bones, extremely pitiful.
The evil ghost's eyes were filled with excitement. The human blood and painful gasps were stimulating his nerves and awakening his beast-like instincts.
"Although I promised your mother not to kill you, I have thousands of ways to make you wish you were dead."
"Cinderella, do you want to give it a try?"
The evil ghost laughed crazily, his blood-red eyes filled with excitement and anticipation.
Cinderella, and sacrificed her soul and life to him.
He was looking forward to peeling off her soul, roasting it in the Avici Hell, and then cutting off the skin on her back to make a drum.
The sound of a human skin drum must be very pleasant.
"No! Don't!"
Cinderella was not bewitched this time and refused without hesitation.
“What a shame…”
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