Chapter 23 Chapter 23 Lukewarm honey will boil the frog,...
"No sense of proportion", "shameless"...
All the grievances were like a phonograph stuck in the same melody, playing over and over again. However, the human girl did not show any sign of being offended by the term "crossing the line" and accepted it with pleasure.
Errol couldn't find a reason to get angry, and he just felt even more irritated.
Long and sharp black nails suddenly grew out, and the devil twisted his palm inconspicuously, putting on a hypocritical smile.
"I brought my human family to the banquet. As former colleagues, don't you have any expression?"
Errol deliberately emphasized the word "my home" and slowed down the word "expression", revealing Lin Miao's blackmailing face.
"You have so much in your treasure house, yet you still look down on us, just a bunch of idiots?" Mammon sneered, crossing his arms across his chest.
"So you should give us something presentable." Errol's smile deepened, and he took over Mammon's words and reminded him politely.
Mammon: “…”
He was convinced.
A tree without bark is doomed to die, but a devil without shame can be invincible.
An ordinary-looking transparent crystal ball was lifted in front of Lin Miao by the purple mist. It came from Beelzebub, who had been silent all the time.
The pale demon wrapped in a black robe opened his mouth slowly, his voice as feminine and gentle as his face, and each word had a trailing sound half an inch long.
"A greeting gift."
“It can be used to find things.”
After saying this, Beelzebub fell silent again. A hint of satisfaction flashed across Errol's eyes as he explained to the bewildered Lin Miao:
"This is a great thing. It's called a Finder Ball. Just tell it what you're looking for, and it'll show you where it's at. The more specific you are, the more detailed the location will be."
"Beelzebub is generous, so please keep it, dear."
The corners of Mammon's mouth twitched under his mask. How could he not see that Errol had a hidden meaning? He glared at his good colleague fiercely - he had never seen this living dead so proactive, rushing to deliver good things!
He threw something at Lin Miao in annoyance, and it happened to fall into the latter's right hand. It was a dagger in a golden scabbard with a blue diamond embedded in it.
Lin Miao put away the crystal ball and drew the dagger from its scabbard. Seeing the dagger's dark blue body, its blade as thin as a cicada's wing, and the cold light condensed on the curved blade, which shone with a magical sheen, he knew it was definitely an ordinary item.
She liked it immediately—who wouldn't love a handy weapon for self-defense? Lin Miao looked at Mammon with a touch of intimacy.
Seeing this, Mammon's rough voice was mixed with a smirk, "This dagger is called 'Soul Slasher', but it can even break the defense of the person next to you. I give it to you. If he makes you unhappy, you can just stab his throat directly."
What a touching brotherhood of demons for mankind!
Before Lin Miao could say anything, Errol half-armed her shoulders, his blood-red eyes misted with deep affection, "As long as my dear is happy, I am willing to endure any pain you give me."
Lin Miao: “…”
Goosebumps covered her body as she stared at Errol in disbelief, wondering if her previous pinch had given the demon some strange properties!
I don’t want this kind of hobby!
Mammon felt so sick that he wanted to vomit. He rolled his eyes at Errol several times under the cover of his mask and cursed silently.
Cecilia, who had been enjoying the show, noticed everyone's attention was turning to her. She slowly conjured a bell tied with a pink ribbon. She raised an eyebrow at Lin Miao, "The Heart-Clearing Bell can suppress some of the dark emotions and murderous intent that arises from excessive evil thoughts. You might need it."
This function doesn't sound like it's prepared for the Lust Head, but it fits the last head - Jealousy and Greed.
It was hard for Lin Miao not to suspect that Cecilia did it on purpose.
The pink-haired demon wanted to tie the bell for the human, but Errol intercepted it. Many red lights rose from his palm and circled around it several times before he retracted his power and tied the bell around Lin Miao's waist.
"Chexia is proficient in all kinds of mischievous tricks, so don't trust anything she gives you." Errol met Lin Miao's gaze and explained righteously.
"Since you've given us a gift, you should give us some face and attend this meeting."
Mammon interrupted coldly, and Errol's face instantly darkened.
"I'll participate." He said in a calm tone.
"The meeting and banquet are both tomorrow. Now, Errol, take Miaomiao to rest first." Cecilia smiled and smoothed things over. "But I thought Errol would come alone, so I only prepared a suite. Does Miaomiao mind staying with him?"
The demon's ears pierced when she kept calling him "Miao Miao." He couldn't process the meaning of her words for a moment, and his reflex was to say, "You're kidding! There's only one room left in this huge castle!" Lin Miao was quicker than him: "Of course I don't mind!" She grasped the demon's wrist, and the thin layer of skin covering the angular bones of her wrist revealed a unique warmth that coexists with hellfire.
"I belong to Lord Errol, so naturally I have to go with him."
“…”
They are Lord Errol's men...
Sleep with him...?
The tips of his ears were red, and the skin on the back of his neck under his long black and red hair also spontaneously combusted, becoming frighteningly hot.
Cheating a dog...I guess that's not impossible?
…
After Lin Miao and Errol left, the banquet hall fell into silence.
The three demons had different expressions on their faces. After a long time, it was Beelzebub who broke the strange silence.
The pale, gentle face turned towards Cecilia, the dark grey beads in his two normal eyes moving as he spoke slowly, "Gift. Spell. Why?"
Cecilia did some tricks on the bell she sent to Lin Miao, which deceived Errol, but could not escape Beelzebub's third eye - that eye sealed the monsters and was extremely sensitive to all spells that were essentially magical.
"Why?" Cecilia giggled, her sweet face blooming like a spring flower. "Don't you think it's funny?"
"That's Errol, the man who can manipulate the desires of others at will? Has anyone ever seen him suffer a setback? Isn't it worth a small spell to let this guy, who is more cold-hearted than anyone else, be attacked by something he despises?"
"You're being reckless," Mammon disagreed. "We've been waiting a long time for Errol's consciousness to emerge."
"I know what you're worried about." Cecilia said unconcernedly, "I learned this from that person. No one except Beelzebub can figure it out."
When mentioning "that person", a kind of fanatical yearning and joy appeared in Cecilia's round pink eyes.
"...No matter how you play, you must not interfere with our plan." Mammon's masked face twisted slightly, a fierce look in his pupils. "Nothing... can stop..."
"Don't worry." Cecilia brushed her long pink hair. "It's just a spell that will make him feel good..."
"Perhaps, it will become a catalyst to make our plan more perfect... who knows?"
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"Lord Errol, are you angry?"
The lustful leader had no habit of wearing half-finger gloves. Lin Miao took his arm and her fingertips easily slipped into the devil's palm and drew circles.
A little itchy.
Errol's thoughts were in a mess at the moment, and he was uneasy. He smiled subconsciously when he heard this: "No."
"...You do." Lin Miao stopped, walked around to Errol, and grabbed his hand hanging on his other side.
The long and pointed black nails reflected a cold light under the transparent pink light.
“Here’s the evidence.”
"You were angry when Lady Cecia said she would not harm me, and when Lady Mammon asked you to attend the meeting."
She said, her black and white eyes staring straight into the sea of blood, "Can you tell me the reason?"
"I want to share your worries."
"..." Errol stared at her blankly. A handful of sour tide surged to the shore, hitting the heart that only had a hard shell, and it could actually corrode a small hole and soak it until it became sore and soft.
Is your perception of his emotions so sharp?
Those feelings that he had hidden in the mountains and had never been seen by anyone, were actually being carefully excavated and then treated with great care by someone...?
Seeing that the devil didn't speak, his bright and vivid black eyes dimmed several layers. Lin Miao lowered his head slightly and spoke in a soft voice.
"Did I make a mistake? If I hadn't come, Lady Cecilia wouldn't have said those things..."
"No!!" The demon's tone suddenly rose, and he interrupted Lin Miao urgently, "This has nothing to do with you!"
"But if they don't give me a gift, you don't have to go to a party you don't like..."
"I've made you unhappy."
No! This isn't Miao-Miao's problem at all! How could his humans make him unhappy?
Even if she really made a mistake, as long as he was still alive, she was right.
The smooth and at ease demon didn't know how to dissuade Lin Miao from her thoughts. He held up the human's face and looked clearly into her clear eyes and moist crimson lips.
——That was the rouge he applied himself.
Just shut her mouth...right?
This idea caught him off guard, but he also felt it was natural.
The fantasy that had troubled him for a whole day and night unexpectedly sprouted a small piece in the soil with suitable conditions. The word "kiss" is really full of vitality and will bloom brightly with a little sunshine.
The devil finally realized that something was wrong with his condition, as if his thinking was influenced by some external force, but it was too late.
Lukewarm honey will boil a frog, and even when death is imminent, one still fantasizes about a sweet future. The master of lust has been defeated repeatedly by Lin Miao, and this time is no exception.
He bit Lin Miao's lips.
Should we call it "lust"? Their first kiss, in the truest sense of the word, was filled with a natural, predatory quality. At first, it was just the gentle rubbing of lips against each other, like the warmth of a butterfly's wings brushing against a petal; then his pointed canine teeth brushed against her lower lip, forcing her to loosen her teeth and let his lips and tongue suck and entangle.
The demon controlled his breathing rhythm very well. It wasn't gentle, but it wasn't rough either.
The rouge melted a little and seeped along the texture. The bright red color was held on the tip of the tongue. The sweet and fishy fragrance of crushed flowers and fruits filled the air again as the breaths exchanged.
"Go... go back to the room." After taking a breath, Lin Miao weakly grabbed the hem of Errol's clothes.
"Concentrate," the devil's hoarse voice was soaked in the intoxication of fine wine, and his sharp beauty was softened by his charm.
"——Miao Miao."
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