Chapter 65 Chapter 65 The arc of that place seemed to be getting more...
Lin Miao maintained the posture of hugging the demon, facing the royal-colored murals in front of him in silence.
What a familiar setting.
Is this skill so bugged that it can ignore the seal of the Styx and directly travel between the two worlds?!
The air in the corridor began to fluctuate, and a vortex of light and shadow took shape. The pink-haired demon stepped out and pounced on her quickly.
"Miao Miao!" Cecia grabbed her shoulders, her usually charming eyes filled with panic and anxiety. "Are you... injured? Are you seriously injured?"
...Between her and the three-headed dog, the dog is obviously the bigger problem!!
He walked straight towards her without even looking. Although she was touched, the friendship between colleagues was really thinner than paper.
"Lord Cecia." Lin Miao hadn't expected to be transported to the Le Palace the moment he'd just explained the situation to the owner. "I'm fine, but Lord An Wei is seriously injured. Can you help take a look?"
"..." Hearing that Lin Miao was safe, Cecilia breathed a sigh of relief, and her gaze finally turned to the three-headed dog.
A pink light shone from her fingertips as she penetrated into An Wei's brow. When she saw his soul sea, which was shattered and looked like a cemetery, the corners of her mouth twitched.
I don't mean to feel sorry for my colleagues, I just feel like Mammon and I's efforts weren't worth it—they finally fixed it up a little bit! And within a few days, it's even worse!
The healing magic power continued to flow into An Wei's body, and Cecia's rosy face turned pale.
When Cecia stopped, even heavy makeup couldn't hide the fatigue on her face.
"I've repaired his external injuries and cleansed the blood... As for the bird's curse, I can only rely on the demon's own healing abilities."
She said, "The three-headed dog's body is stronger than Miaomiao imagined. He will be fine."
Lin Miao looked at An Wei's closed eyes, pursed her lips, and whispered thank you.
"...Miaomiao, do you feel guilty?"
The owner of the Music Palace was very good at dealing with people, and since Lin Miao did not try to hide her emotions, she could easily read the meaning behind her silence.
The devil stared at Lin Miao with his slightly cold, soft fingertips, carefully cupping her face. His tone was very calm, "Don't blame yourself, Miaomiao."
"Protecting you, fighting for you, getting hurt because of you... or even sacrificing myself for you one day, is all the three-headed dog's responsibility and an honor he would never wish for."
...is also the honor they long for.
The demonic woman swallowed the last words and curved her lips: "So, don't blame yourself, and don't be sad about this."
"Last time you came, you didn't stay in Legong's room. You must be very tired. I'll leave Anwei to me. Miaomiao can go get some sleep?"
"Lady Cecia, please put me and Lord Anwei in the same room." Lin Miao said, "I want to keep him company. As for the human world... I'll have to trouble your clone to clean up the mess."
"...Okay. Don't worry about the affairs of the human world. I will take care of them. If you feel tired, remember to rest."
The pink-haired woman paused, nodded in agreement, and her hands behind her back quietly curled up.
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Although he took Lin Miao's feelings into consideration, it was still extremely difficult to find a completely decent room in the Music Palace.
So interesting.
Lin Miao forced herself to ignore the various embarrassing entertainment facilities in this luxurious king-size bed room, carried the three-headed dog to the bed in a princess hug, and lay flat on her back beside him.
Since the "Jealous Head" awakened, the obedience shown by the big dog made Lin Miao quickly focus on exploring clues in the human world, and he spent very little effort on the strategy.
Gabriel's sudden intervention interrupted her plan. It was still unknown whether she could lure out the president of the Illuminati Association, and her future was bleak - but she did have the time to get to know An Wei more deeply.
Lin Miao chuckled and slowly felt the demon's large palm. Following the warmth, she carefully reached into his palm. Her knuckles gently pressed into his fingers, then interlocked and tightened.
Activate skill - "Entering Dreams and Knowing the Mind"
…
The moment he regained consciousness, the scent of cold sandalwood mixed with the strong smell of blood hit his nostrils.
What is faster than thoughts is the reaction from the brain.
Before Lin Miao could even see her surroundings clearly, she realized something was wrong - her body seemed to be no longer under her control.
“…”
She can't participate in her dream?!
Lin Miao was furious.
She had to obey the compulsion of the plot, took a few steps forward, and then opened her eyes.
A dimly lit Gothic church.
The scarlet curtain hanging from the dome half-blocked the view, and right in front of the sight stood a huge black iron cross, simple and majestic.
Tied to the top of the cross was a male body that was young enough and muscular enough.
His wrists were wrapped several times with thick silver chains and tied tightly to the two ends of the crossbar. The places where the chains dug into his flesh were bright red, and his palms were blue and white due to lack of blood supply for a long time.
The ankles were also tightened by the chain rings, and the legs were forced to be slightly apart. The chain hung down along the vertical pole of the cross, leaving shallow marks on the marble floor.
The naked upper body has distinct muscles, and the hellfire on the collarbone looks like some kind of wild totem.
Old scars and new wounds were intertwined on the wheat-colored skin. The new wounds were probably from her, but what about those crisscrossing, hideous scars that had solidified into dry, dark purple?
Over the years, from the battlefield, from killing for her.
The young man, who had become one with his flesh and blood and possessed terrifying self-healing abilities, had never considered erasing those marks. Perhaps, to him, that was indeed...
honor.
Lin Miao was a little dazed.
The bright red blood was still flowing in the ravine. There was no chain around his abdomen that imprisoned his body, so the blood drops slid down his waistline and finally disappeared into the material of his skirt and pants.
Given that she was being manipulated at the moment, she couldn't control her body, and everything she did was forced, Lin Miao felt at ease letting her gaze wander freely.
It fell below his waist.
An amazing arc that cannot be ignored.
“…”
The young couple had quite a lot of fun.
Hearing the noise, the man tied to the cross raised his head. His bold and scorching beauty and unruly expression came into Lin Miao's eyes. It was like a beauty murder case from hell.
The devil's dark eyes could no longer hold anything since he saw her. He just stared at her, stared at her, and pestered her with an uncontrollable fanaticism.
"Master... Master... You finally came to see the sinful dog." His clear and loud voice was filled with almost distorted joy, with a hint of crying.
Lin Miao only then realized and looked at "his" own clothes: dark black military uniform with dark purple outlines, epaulettes embedded with scepter patterns, a wide belt with bone spurs around the waist, and a cape and long boots with heavy craftsmanship.
The devil's battle suit, produced by hell, is high-end, atmospheric and classy.
The magical advertisement played in his mind for a few seconds, and Lin Miao found that "his" right hand was still holding a long whip.
The whip handle is like jade, and the tip is decorated with small black scales, sharp as a blade; if you look closely, you can see that the whip body is stained with dark red blood.
...These scales, not only are they identical to the three-headed dog's, but they must have been plucked right from him! !
"Master..." the wet and sticky voice began again, "Your punishment is too light... You should teach me a lesson... guide me... tell me what to do..."
Isn't this a reward for An Wei? Lin Miao strongly rejected it in his heart;
However, in this dream, she had no control over her body and could only be controlled by force. With a whip, the full jade sculpture suddenly cracked with a bloody mark.
"Hmm..." The devil couldn't help but groan, but his phoenix eyes were surprisingly bright.
He raised his head and pushed his chest towards her, causing the chains that bound his hands and feet to swing, making a crisp "clang" sound.
"Yes, Master... that's it. Please punish me severely... because I made a mistake and need to be punished... so that I can learn my lesson... and obey you."
…
The curvature of that place seemed to become more exaggerated.
"..." Stop hitting it. If you keep hitting it, it will kill the dog.
Lin Miao numbly watched himself whipping himself again and again, really not understanding which channel he had entered.
Fortunately, the person controlling the body seemed to have figured out that such "punishment" could not possibly achieve the desired effect. "She" finally stopped and said, "What's wrong?"
The demon's eyes were hazy, his Adam's apple rolled, and he said obediently, "I didn't obey the master's orders... I acted on my own... The master hates disobedient things the most..."
"I hate disobedient things the most." Lin Miao quickly grasped this key sentence.
It was rare for her to agree with "her." Lin Miao heard her voice sink slightly, her tone stern: "If you knew, why did you commit it?"
The demon stared at her, a look of resentment flashing across his crimson face; he did not answer, but instead let himself hum in a silvery way.
"It's my fault... I'm the dog that made the mistake, please continue to punish me..."
The whip wound across the waist was pressed down by long nails. The woman in black military uniform smiled and wiped the blood with her fingertips, making the sound of the zither more prominent.
"She"'s next words gave Lin Miao a summary of what had happened: "Since I ordered Mammon to siege the Ten Thousand Withered Valley, you should understand that the intention was to 'recruit' them. You rashly barged in, slaughtered thousands of demons, and duelled with withered bones. Are you afraid that you're not planning enough to ruin my plan?"
It seems that this plot in the dream took place during the period when the devil conquered hell and conquered various forces.
Wanku Valley...
The Brief History of the Demon King (very briefly) in the reading room of the Cerberus Castle mentioned that the Valley Master, the Dry Bones, seemed to be a former subordinate of Lord Beelzebub?
"I..." The devil pursed his lips, still insisting, "Please punish me, Master."
Seeing this, the person manipulating the body seemed to suddenly come to his senses. He loosened his five fingers, and the long whip fell to the ground. His palm slowly stroked down along the line where the blood beads rolled down, and it seemed that he was going to penetrate the waist.
"!! Master... Master!!" An Wei was almost speechless, tears welling up in the corners of his bright red eyes. "You... You..."
"I have always trusted you, Anwei." She called his name, speaking slowly, "both before and now. I know your loyalty, and I know you won't make mistakes without reason..."
"Master..." The water droplets condensed into drops, about to fall.
"Tell me the real reason." Her fingertips were almost touching it, "Or, do you want me to... continue?"
Lin Miao had two premonitions, one good and one bad, and generally speaking her premonitions were not wrong.
The young man in front of him closed his eyes, his long eyelashes fluttering. He probably couldn't stand such stimulation and decided to tell everything: "Master, I'm sorry... It's because of me..."
The familiar feeling of detachment came as expected, and my consciousness became light and fluttery, floating up like a kite with a broken string, to a height where I could no longer hear the answer.
“…”
Dream entry skills: from entry to burial.
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Ebony and agarwood, a guqin is placed horizontally on the table. The person playing the guqin plucks the strings lightly with his bare hands, and the sound of the strings is as clear as a flowing spring, filling the small room.
There is a half-room "zashiki" on each small building, surrounded by wooden railings, with a half-closed shoji door and a norikura curtain with dark indigo patterns hanging down. There is a slight fluctuation of magical power in the gap between the curtains.
The human voices were silent, with only the sound of the piano flowing through. It was so harmonious that it didn't seem like a negotiation with the devil, with swords flashing and sabers flying; instead, it felt like a Japanese-style elegant room, leisurely and elegant.
"I've long heard of the Demon King's name." A feminine male voice said from behind the left curtain.
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