The girl gently stroked the sleeping boy's face, and her fingers slid all the way down to his heart.

The neatly manicured nails showed the sharpness of a knife blade, and they stabbed effortlessly into his chest, where they fumbled cautiously.

"Poor child, are you deceiving yourself with this false thing, and how can this stone-like thing be called 'heart'?"

The slender fingers touched the hard spar, and the girl's expression was pity and sadness, as if she had lost something dear.

"You've forgotten about yourself. ”

The small hand grasped the cold Philosopher's Stone, and slowly but surely pulled it out of Wang Hao's chest.

Several semi-crystalline blood vessels were torn off by brute force, and the blood from the ingestion poured from the veins onto the carpet, disappearing like rain absorbed by the earth.

"So, it's up to me to remind you of what you are."

Throwing away the precious Philosopher's Stone, the girl with a smile like a virgin put her twisted right hand into Wang Hao's chest, and the pure white girl turned into ugly twisted flesh and wriggled into Wang Hao's body.

The huge wound slowly healed, and the boy suddenly opened his eyes as if he had been awakened—

Eyes as black as an abyss.

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Although it was daytime, Sixteen Nights Sakiya was sleeping in her room, and her life was turned upside down in order to cater to her master's schedule.

The bright sunlight shone on the girl's face through the gaps between the curtains, making her cold face look more beautiful, but her expression was as innocent as a child.

This is the perfect head maid after removing all disguises, not a servant of the devil, not a flawless cold-faced maid, just a young child.

With the light, the boy saw clearly the room of the head maid above 10,000 people in the Red Devil Pavilion. There are no ornate decorations, no exaggerated number of throwing knives hanging on the walls, a simple and simple room, so simple that it can almost be said to be rudimentary.

Maybe for Sixteen Nightsaki, it's already nice to have a place to live, after all, she's a sword in the hands of the eternal Scarlet Moon.

And the sword doesn't need a too ornate scabbard.

"Another poor child like Wang Yu, who gave everything he had, right?"

"Wang Yu" stood beside the head maid's bed, staring at the face condescendingly, and sighed faintly after a long time.

But this blind and fanatical affection is actually nothing. It's just the last straw you have imagined for yourself. The young man shook his head: "Well, if you keep being obsessed like this, maybe it will be a good ending." It's just a pity that your story is coming to an end. ”

The boy stretched out his hand and touched the top of Sixteen Nightsaki's head, looking solemn and solemn, like a holy person who was baptizing.

His movements woke up Sixteen Nightsaki, and the maid opened her hazy sleepy eyes, and looked at the boy in a trance, and for a while she couldn't tell who it was.

And the boy did not speak, but smiled and looked at the head maid silently.

Sixteen Nights Sakuya seemed to finally remember who he was, and the head maid murmured in a low voice, "Wang Yu?"

"Yes, it's me, Sakiya. ”

The boy showed his usual gentle smile, melting Sixteen Nightsaki's guard.

"You're tired, aren't you, so let's sleep in peace. With me, no one can disturb your sleep. ”

"Really? Then I'll go to sleep. ”

Looking at the young man's dark eyes, Sixteen Nights Sakuya suddenly felt that the sleeping demon began to attack his will again, and the head maid grabbed the corner of the young man's clothes and plunged his consciousness into darkness with peace of mind.

"Well, well, sleep, sleep in peace. ”

"Wang Yu" gently patted the back of the maid's hand, as patiently as if she was coaxing a child to sleep. He looked carefully at Sixteen Nightsaki's sleeping face, as if he wanted to imprint this face in his heart.

"There is no fog, no cold, no hunger, and no bad people who want to kill you. ”

The boy whispered, his voice as warm as the light of a fire in the cold winter.

"Let me light this last match for you. ”

The boy leaned down with a smile as soft as the morning light, took the head of the maid in both hands, and lightly imprinted a kiss on her forehead, with a gentle and reluctant movement, as if kissing goodbye to a child who was about to go away.

"Come, come with me, Sakiya. Shall we go and see Master?"

Wang Hao held the head maid's head in his arms and said softly, and sat up from the bed without waiting for the maid chief to reply, smiling with pity.

"You'll say yes, won't you?"

The young man's pace suddenly stopped, and a pulling force came from the corner of his clothes. The young man lowered his head and saw a slender white hand clutching the corner of his clothes, and couldn't help but suddenly realize.

"By the way, you're tired and want to rest, what can you do?"

He looked at the maid's closed eyes and sighed helplessly.

"Forget it, since you don't want to go, then I won't force it. Really, I forgot such an important thing, and my memory is getting worse and worse. ”

The boy put Sakuya's head back on the pillow and carefully adjusted her to a more comfortable position, but found that the corner of his clothes was still in the palm of the maid's hand, and after thinking about it, he tore off the piece of fabric and smiled apologetically to Sakuya Sixteen.

"I'm sorry, Sakiya. I can't stay here with you all the time. So, I'll go first, goodbye. ”

Wang Yu carefully closed the door, trying not to make a sound. But when he turned around, the doorknob was still in his hand.

"Oh, really, I broke Sakiya's things. I'm really sorry for her, it just so happens that this room is too basic, let's use my salary to get her a new room. ”

The boy turned around, repaired the handle with alchemy, and looked down at his hands.

"I forgot about it, and I blame you, why are you so sharp. ”

Wang Hao smiled slightly bitterly and began to complain to his treasure.

Between the two tail fingers of his hands, the almost invisible sharp steel wire was glinting with grievance.

On the steel wire, the scarlet liquid was gathered by gravity, dripping slowly and silently, shattering on the marble floor, and blooming a small demonic blood flower.

Smack.