Chapter 28 Chapter 28 Some dogs grow up to be reserved and shy,...
The first dream entry skill pulled from the card pool can reveal the target's "unknown past", seemingly preferring to intercept their painful memories related to the formation of acquired characteristics, maliciously displaying their embarrassment and vulnerability to the only tourist.
For example, rage after being expelled and beaten, and gluttony caused by long-term hunger.
Could it be that Errol, who is as elegant as a blue-blooded aristocrat, also experience desolation and helplessness when occupying a body?
Lin Miao admitted that he was more curious about Errol's dream. Firstly, he wanted to use it to find the deeper core of the strategy, such as the story behind "lust";
Secondly, Errol's "laziness" attribute was still a mystery to her. She had never seen his ability to corrupt others, but if this "laziness" was affecting him, it couldn't just be reflected in him letting Reese control his body for a hundred years. He was too "lazy" to come out and do it!
Thirdly...
Thirdly, it's just her cliché XP who likes contrast.
Lin Miao rubbed her temples, looked around, and found that she had come to an elegant and comfortable dressing room.
There is a horizontal bar on one side of the wall, on which are hung many strange costumes, mainly in black, white and gray.
She looked down at what she was wearing—a traditional court-style dress.
Purple again.
Could it be a coincidence? Lin Miao approached the dressing table. The reflection in the mirror showed her wearing a silver eyepatch-like mask with winding vine patterns, and a black mesh veil covering the lower half of her face.
A classic masquerade look.
A light melody drifted in faintly from outside the locker room door, like a kind of urging.
How could she quickly find her dog among the masked guests at the ball? Lin Miao picked up the hem of her overly long skirt and walked towards the door, thinking to herself.
On second thought, judging by the nature of dreams, Errol was either the host of the dance or the target of bullying at the dance; either the former or the latter should be easy to find.
So Lin Miao called up the panel in his mind, ready to perform a heroic action to save the beauty at any time.
Then she opened the door.
Four masked male servants stood upright on either side, holding feather fans. When they saw her come out, they bowed respectfully and said, "My Lord."
Lin Miao: “…”
Was this Errol's dream or just her daydream...?
She put away the panel as if nothing had happened and said "hmm". The male servants still maintained a 45-degree bow posture, one led the way for her, and the others followed behind her, holding up her skirts.
"My lord, please." The servant led her to the main hall where the ball was held and stopped at the corner. Above several golden steps, a pure gold throne with a giant amethyst inlaid on the back gleamed.
From the moment Lin Miao stepped into the hall, the sounds of music, dance steps, and whispers were all removed, and the hall fell into silence as if a silencing spell had been cast.
Lin Miao sat in the seat that represented the identity of "Ball Host" and took in the scene in the hall from a condescending attitude.
Exquisitely crafted masks, luxuriously styled clothing, an unrestrained aura... The conversation had stopped because of Lin Miao's arrival. She could easily sense that these prominent "bigwigs" were admiring—and fearing—her.
Lin Miao thought she would be unaccustomed or awkward, but in reality, she only felt a familiarity. This scene, this chair, felt like it belonged to her. She was supposed to be high and mighty...
Have the capital of "arrogance".
She was shocked by her own thoughts, but at this moment the bustling crowd dispersed to both sides, leaving a passage in the middle facing the throne.
A slightly thin figure appeared at the end of the passage.
The man wore an ordinary black and white mask, his long red and black hair was tied into a high ponytail and fluttered behind him, the belt at the bottom of his black military uniform was askew, his white gloves were stained with red blood, and even his walking posture had a bit of a ruffian vibe.
Despite the absence of the iconic bell collar and chain around his waist, Lin Miao was able to quickly confirm his identity.
...It wasn't that she went to great lengths to find him, but that he walked towards her at the banquet in public view.
The thought came to me vaguely and disappeared in an instant.
Her attention quickly shifted elsewhere—the young version, or maybe the teenage version of Errol, was this the style?
The unruly young man walked to the steps, knelt on one knee, and spoke in a hoarse voice.
"My Lord, Errol has fulfilled his mission."
Lin Miao was silent.
Errol lowered his head even more, and his voice became more gloomy, closer to the future: "The Lord promised me that he would reward me."
Lin Miao continued to remain silent.
"...Are you dissatisfied with my performance?" The young man seemed anxious after not hearing her reply for a long time, but he didn't dare to look up. "Please tell me clearly."
Lin Miao could no longer remain silent.
She is also very anxious!
Unlike the time with Reese, as soon as the word "Master" came out, she knew that she must have entered the body of the Demon King again.
She had no idea where this memory was headed, and she couldn't verify whether this "dream" was just a reappearance or would interfere with the timeline, so she was inevitably hesitant.
"Everyone, please continue to enjoy the banquet." After struggling for a moment, Lin Miao said goodbye to the throne, which he had not even sat on yet, and raised his voice.
"You don't have to follow me." She instructed the servants again.
As they walked down the stairs, Lin Miao patted Errol's shoulder and said, "Follow me."
She thought she had used light enough force, but the moment her palm covered the demon's shoulder, the young man felt as if he was crushed by a heavy weight. Half of his body collapsed limply, and a low gasp escaped from his throat.
"?" Will I inherit the power of the Demon King after being reincarnated as the Demon King? Buy one get one free for a limited time?
Lin Miao looked at the masked young man with suspicion as he struggled to stand up, then he obeyed and followed her.
After entering the locker room, she closed the door and was about to ask something when she was hugged from behind and encircled in a hot embrace.
The devil's scorching body temperature burned through the fabric of his military uniform onto Lin Miao's back, and his chest rose and fell with his breathing like a fully drawn bowstring.
The decadent fragrance of flowers and fruits almost overwhelmed her, and shivers ran up her spine.
"I am my master's good dog..."
Errol whispered in her ear, his breathy voice mixed with intermittent sobs.
The pair of blood-stained white gloves were burned by the hellfire, and the bony palms were placed lightly in front of Lin Miao's waist, but he did not dare to make any contact, even through the gorgeous dress.
"The puppy completed the master's task very well and wants to receive the master's reward..."
“…”
Some dogs are reserved when they grow up, but they are even more openly flirty when they are young.
He dared to speak, but she didn't dare to listen!
Is this pet play? Lin Miao was confused for a moment.
Oh my God, wasn't she supposed to be on the set of Hell to Survive? Why was she sent into the movie?
"Tell me how you accomplished the task."
The dedicated actor named Lin was frantic, but his face tried to imitate the tone that the owner might have, and his tone was calm and cold.
"...Mm, Master..." He called out in a sticky voice, then answered obediently, "I allowed those demons who disobeyed you to be entangled in lust and unable to find relief. In the end, they destroyed themselves due to the overload of desire..."
Disgust filled his eyes. "Disgusting thing..."
A hand gripped his jaw, forcing the rich bloodshot eyes beneath the mask to meet the calm gaze of their owner.
A gaze that is cold, scrutinizing, and almost emotionless, yet seems to reveal all the filth and dirt.
"And you?"
"Erol, my little dog."
"What about your desires?"
His owner, who affectionately called him "my little dog," asked in a calm voice, as if it was just a casual act of curiosity.
However, the blood in Errol's body cooled down, and a certain emotion tightened his heart infinitely, and the rope was soaked with scarlet veins.
The darkness that cannot see the light should have been surging and sticking in the place where no light could be seen, but the disguise that blocked the "light" was like a thin piece of paper that could be torn apart effortlessly.
The burning of the sun was so painful that Errol felt himself shivering.
"I……"
“…”
The excitement of uncovering a secret made Lin Miao raise his other hand, wanting to remove his last fig leaf.
However, as soon as it touched his mask, the familiar suction force once again controlled Lin Miao's body.
Her consciousness gradually left her body, and she could only watch helplessly as the preparations she had made vanished into thin air and the cooked answers flapped their wings and flew away.
This skill really makes her poorly raised :)
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"You're really going too far. You blamed the fighting and killing on Beelzebub and Mammon, and now you're blaming me for the interrogation?"
A woman's somewhat angry voice came from not far away, and it took Lin Miao a while to remember who the owner of the voice was.
Cecilia?
She manipulated her body awkwardly and floated over crookedly.
——Yes, that’s right. In this dream, she became an invisible ghost.
The kind that is completely transparent and has no substance.
At this time, Cecilia still had exaggerated pink curly hair. She stood on the edge of the cliff with one hand on her waist, staring at the man who was standing with his back to her.
"You did a great job, didn't you?" Errol's voice rang out, its drawl sloppy and unfocused. "They couldn't handle the torment of lust, and they confessed at the first question. But I'm giving you the credit for nothing."
"That's exactly what's wrong!" Cecia scoffed. "Everyone has seen the three of you fighting and arguing with each other! You're talking about giving me the credit, but I wouldn't believe you!"
Lin Miao floated to three steps away from Cecia. Knowing that she could not interfere with this dream, she simply listened to their conversation carefully.
Errol turned around, his handsome face still looked younger than his future self, but his eyes and brows held a hint of melancholy and self-deprecating fatigue.
"Desire always breeds laziness. It's normal for me to be a little lazy, right?"
"Don't try to be so rude. Your special ability won't work on you."
"Yeah." He smiled vaguely, "I've seen too many of those ugly scenes of people being tortured by desire, and I'm no longer interested."
Is it laziness caused by being tired of torturing others, losing the sense of meaning and feeling empty?
Lin Miao thought quietly, then heard Cecia say coldly: "Ugly? Are you referring to yourself?"
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