Chapter 29 Chapter 29 Playing with you, she won’t be tired. …
"Hey, Errol, you don't think you've covered it up well, do you?" She shook her curly pink hair as if she had heard the funniest joke in hell and approached Errol.
"Every time that guy pets your head, the scent of your horniness is so strong I can smell it even through the palace gate!" Cecilia said venomously, "And you're still lazy? I see you're really eager to get into that guy's bed, you have endless energy!"
The puppy's ill intentions toward his master were pointedly exposed by his colleagues. Errol remained unashamed, his brows relaxed. "Yes, I'm only interested in climbing into bed, so the interrogation will be left to Lady Cecilia from now on."
"Things without value will only be thrown away by that person!" Cecilia roared angrily.
Abandon...abandon?
Inspiration flashed through my mind like lightning, and the previously isolated fragments suddenly became connected.
At the end of Reese's first dream, the puppy's unconscious mumbling formed a subtle echo with Cecilia's roar at the moment; and immediately afterwards, Errol's answer directly confirmed Lin Miao's thoughts.
"That trick won't work on me, Cecilia." The demon's lips curled slightly, and he pointed at his own alluring face in a frivolous manner. "I'd rather be that person's plaything than anything useful."
His words calmed Cecilia down. She paused, then glared at Errol with a forced smile. "Even Mammon can see it. Do you think someone as omniscient as Him wouldn't know your—"
"Ill intentions?"
Seeing the hellhound's expression finally change, its eyes clouded with gloom, Cecilia felt relieved. "What a shame! A single glance from that person can send you reeling, and your talent is completely useless against him—how can this not be considered retribution..."
Before she uttered the word "response", a fierce wave of fire transformed into a roaring dragon and pounced towards Cecilia with its bloody mouth wide open.
The distance was too close, and the demon, who was not good at fighting head-on, only had time to dodge sideways, but half of his beautiful pink hair was burned.
"Eh! Lor!!" Cecilia's fox eyes widened and murderous intent rose.
The flowing pink floc-like mist slowly condensed in the air, its texture was sticky and thick. Even Lin Miao, an "invisible man", could sense the infinite murderous intent in it.
She turned to look at Errol and was surprised to find that the devil's face was abnormally gray, and his plump lips were pale.
It’s a bit like what happened on the mountain that day when Reese drained away his magic power… ?
Lin Miao thought uncertainly, but was very sure that in his current state, he would not be able to withstand Cecilia's angry attack.
...Remember, little dog, a truly kind person is someone who can help your brother escape the first time and can help you escape the second time!
Lin Miao was so moved by his own great love that he wiped his eyes and pressed the button on the panel with his mind.
Purple fireworks suddenly exploded in the dark night sky, interweaving into the pattern of a scepter. The majestic and powerful aura instantly spread to every corner of hell.
Lin Miao, who was about to activate his escape skill, was stunned, and Cecilia, who was about to cast a spell, was also stunned.
The pink mist nimbly drilled back into her body, and the murderous intent was barely restrained.
Cecilia covered the ends of her hair that had been singed by the hellfire and glared at him unwillingly: "Why would the Demon King's Order appear at this time... You're really lucky!"
The stream of light tore the air out of the vortex gate, and Cecilia quickly disappeared from the spot.
The man with long black-red hair did not follow immediately, but turned his head and looked at where Lin Miao was standing with his sparkling red eyes.
Their eyes suddenly met, and Lin Miao's heart jumped. She almost thought that he could actually see her and was about to punish her for her audacity to "spy on this secret and disrespectful conversation."
However, upon closer inspection, his pupils were dilated and unfocused, as if he just needed a place for his gaze to land.
She said that it would be fine if this dream-entering skill gave her trouble occasionally, but if the basic performance went wrong again, she would be buried in the ground.
Lin Miao slowly approached him, trying to capture the subtle expressions on his face.
"Is that you?" A hoarse voice suddenly sounded, with a hint of confusion.
"Is it you, looking at me?"
Lin Miao: “?”
Just bury him.
"It's strange... maybe my perception really has been inertized."
The demon lowered his eyes and whispered to himself, "I always feel like someone is watching me... Could it be you? You are... watching your naughty puppy..."
"Just like now, the Demon King's order has been issued, but I still feel that you..."
"like……"
There's no cure.
Errol curled his lips in self-mockery, and put on a lazy and indifferent look.
"I'm a dreamer, aren't I?"
...is not a fantasy.
…She was watching him.
Lin Miao subconsciously covered his chest, but only touched air.
Ah, she is invisible now.
Completely transparent and without substance.
...Why does it still hurt?
Of course, Errol did not expect any response from the "air", so after a few moments of silence, he also flew towards the direction of the scepter totem.
The pulling and squeezing sensations once again reached her brain center. Lin Miao silently hoped that the time it took for Errol's consciousness to be absorbed by the dream would be long enough for his three good colleagues to stabilize his condition. If she woke up to face the wreckage of the big dog...
Then she should continue to sleep.
…
In the wasteland outside the castle, the demon with bound limbs opened its bloodshot eyes.
"Miao Miao..." His consciousness has not yet fully returned, but his drowsy brain stubbornly and stubbornly makes him look for someone's trace.
"...Master?" Two words rolled out uncontrollably between his lips and teeth, and the two beams of light that were stabilizing his soul sea broke at the same time.
High-level demons have extremely sensitive hearing, especially since they are so close.
"...You saw Him?!" A sharp female voice pulled his mind out of the chaos.
…
When Lin Miao regained consciousness, he found himself lying on a soft big bed.
The warm yellow light, the elegant room, the familiar furnishings... all reminded her that she had returned to the castle of the three-headed dog. It was as if all the twists and turns she had experienced in hell had never happened. They were just her imagination caused by her inability to take the next step with the lustful leader.
...If it was really a fantasy, then she, as the director, should have cut out all the footage after visiting the male model club.
Lin Miao curled his lips in amusement.
The target of the dream-entering skill woke up earlier than her, and the three-headed dog's castle had set up an identity recognition array - since she was brought back to the castle, it proved that Errol had woken up and reached some kind of "reconciliation" with the three demons, and he would be fine for the time being.
Errol's two dreams ended faster than Reese's, but he obtained many more clues than the latter.
Lin Miao knew that she should now organize the information, analyze it carefully, and then unravel it, such as the characteristics of Errol, the relationship between the Demon King and the Hellhound - and her relationship with the Demon King.
She had almost found the cave among the mountains that held the answer. All she had to do was find the entrance...
Just find the hole.
...Unprecedented fatigue was like a bitter potion that forcefully poured into her internal organs. Under the banner of "for your own good", he commanded her to "rest" in a condescending manner.
I'm so tired, she thought.
From the devil's illusion to the demons' setup and then to Errol's dream, she was like the Pixiu who only ate but didn't poop, "bang bang bang" accumulating pressure, such as anxiety, anger, sadness and other negative emotions.
But she is not a Pixiu.
She is a human being.
The word "tired" flashed and magnified in Lin Miao's mind, almost overwhelming all rational thoughts.
——The feeling of being tired is good for her. Lin Miao agreed with this view. She needed to rest and relieve stress.
This isn't the way to sleep... then what is it?
A subtle, scratchy itch arose deep in Lin Miao's lower abdomen, gradually spreading throughout her body like spring bamboo shoots breaking through the soil.
Body temperature rises.
She got out of bed in a daze, casually took out a purple dress from the closet, put it on, and walked out the door.
——In a place that Lin Miao couldn’t see, the pink bell hanging around her waist, a gift from the owner of the Music Palace, was continuously flashing red light.
*
Lin Miao found Errol in the throne room.
The demon who had been in a terrible state before had obviously changed his clothes. He was wearing a modified black military jacket and a burgundy silk waist belt on his white shirt, which made him look solemn and very stylish.
He closed his eyes and leaned lightly on the throne, a silver chain wrapped around his waist, his expression calm and his appearance upright. He lacked some of the bright and sharp feeling, but had a more fragile and lovable look, which did not diminish his handsomeness in the slightest.
...Looking at it, she wanted that face to be stained with something - something of hers.
She didn't speak.
Words at this moment are nothing but superfluous pebbles that will disturb this dangerous thin ice.
She walked slowly towards him.
The footsteps were light, but the devil couldn't have failed to hear them. But he still didn't open his eyes, whether he glanced at her casually for a moment or angrily asked her to leave, in short, he didn't open his eyes.
Is this a kind of tacit consent? Lin Miao smiled with his eyes curved.
Regardless of whether she acquiesced or not, she was swept by the wind from outside Hell and the Styx and set foot in the territory of the devil.
Lin Miao stepped up the stairs step by step. If she moved a little further, her legs would touch Errol's knees.
The armrests of the throne were cold and hard. She leaned over, got very close to his face, and then playfully plucked the bell on his collar.
The bell that had never rung in memory now emitted a clear and crisp sound, echoing in the spacious hall, and the lingering sound exuded a sense of unease.
"Lord Errol, won't you look at me?" Lin Miao's tone was inexplicable, with a hypnotic allure.
The demon's long eyelashes finally trembled. In the blood-red wasteland that was boldly disturbed by the human girl, there was only a dangerous undercurrent surging.
"...Why don't you rest for a while?" The veins on the back of his hand that was gripping the armrest bulged, and his voice was low and hoarse.
"I'm resting." Lin Miao smiled with narrowed eyes, her fingertips gently tracing his tightly pursed, beautifully shaped lips. "Let me play with you, let your loyal follower play with you."
"Playing with you will make her less tired."
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