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At night, there was moonlight, and during the day, all the windows were tightly covered with thick curtains to prevent even a ray of sunlight from leaking into the house. After all, sunlight is a poison of poison for the owner here.

Although there are small red candles hanging on the walls of the corridor every few meters, so that people don't have to bump into the wall while walking. However, you must know that the interior of the Red Devil Pavilion, including the ceiling, carpets, wallpaper, curtains, and even all the furniture, is all dominated by red tones.

In such a red mansion, the light of those red candles not only does not point the way forward, but makes people's heads dizzy, as if it is impossible to distinguish other colors after a few more glances.

This kind of light environment is very bad for Melly who came to visit, no, if no one comes to rescue her, it may kill her.

"Big sister, the barrage is coming, pay attention to dodge!"

Flandrew's voice was full of kindness and the most sincere concern, as if she hadn't fired the bullets of light that could have killed a person on a hit. In her raised right hand, she seemed to be pinching an invisible bath spray, but instead of water, red projectiles were as dense as shower droplets.

Suddenly, Melly hallucinated in front of her eyes. She felt as if the bright red barrage had melted into the wallpaper behind her, becoming part of the pattern. Since then, there are no more walls and barrages, and the red colors of the eyes merge into one, presenting a gorgeous and eerie picture scroll that is constantly changing shape.

But she knew in her heart that it wasn't a painting at all, but a bullet that would kill her in a second. At this point, she was powerless to stop the game, because it had already begun. The only thing she can do is do her best to survive the first round of this game.

To do this, she had to find a way to avoid the light bullets. This is very difficult for a female college student who is not very good at sports, but she has to move, otherwise the second that the light bullet flies in the air will be the last second of her life.

Facts have proved that when people are in the moment of life and death, they can often burst out with power beyond the limit.

The speed of the barrage is not slow, at least compared to Melly's speed, it is definitely not slow. At this juncture, there was no way that Melly would have had time to react, to think, to find a crevice large enough to hold her. If she did, she would have died a miserable death. What she can rely on now, what she must rely on, one is intuition, and the other is instinct.

If there's a third point, it's probably luck.

It took only half a second for her to come and go from the moment she leaned over her to avoid it by feeling, and then the hot ball of light brushed over her scalp—during which she went around the Netherworld and found that it was overcrowded and the land price was too high to survive, and she returned.

Melly touched the burnt hairs on the top, then turned her head to look at the steaming, dense craters on the floor behind her, and swallowed.

If her luck had been a little worse, her instincts had been duller, her movements had been slower, and the holes would have opened on her. The thought of being beaten into a honeycomb gave Melly a thick layer of goosebumps on her back. She's not a dense phobia, unless something dense comes to herself.

"Hahaha, amazing, amazing!" Fran clapped her hands, laughed, and exclaimed, "Sure enough, my sister is a friend of Brother Nalan, and her skills are different from ordinary humans!"

"Multi-...... Thanks for the compliment......" Melly smiled wryly, not knowing how to respond to her.

"Okay, then the next shot ......"

"Wait a minute!" Melly hurriedly stopped Fran, who had begun to condense light bullets in her palm again, "What, Sister Fran, sister really can't play this game, so ......"

"Sister, didn't you say you wanted to play with Fran?" Flandall's face immediately darkened, as if the little girl who was smiling and dancing just now was not her at all.

"Uh...... Yes, yes, but ......"

"Sister, are you a liar?" Fran ignored Melly's argument and came up and threw out such a sentence. And her face was already terrifyingly dark.

At this time, Melly, from the little girl in front of her, felt a real, life-threatening threat. She didn't see knives, guns, or hot orbs of light, but the oppression that Flandorow felt to her was even greater.

In her eyes, Fran's endearing image is constantly distorted and deformed, eventually turning into a cold killing machine. She saw knives, spears, swords, axes, and weapons that were far more deadly and terrifying than ever before.

Of course she could see it, because that weapon was Flandall herself.

"No...... It's not ......" Melly couldn't even squeeze out a smile anymore, and it took her a lot of effort to suppress her trembling body and say such a word.

Of course, she couldn't reply, "That's right, I'm a liar", maybe the faceless Nalan would dare to say this with a grin, but she couldn't. For Melly, it's better to continue playing this game of death than to be killed on the spot.

"That's good!" the smile broke through the gloom and appeared on Fran's face again, "Hurry up and make the next shot, I can't help it!"

"Well, okay...... Ok ......"

Melly coped with it verbally, but in her heart she was thinking about a way to escape. In the first round, fate favored her once, allowing her to escape by chance, but even she didn't believe that such good fortune could have a second time. What's more, even if she dodges even the second time, there will definitely be a third or fourth time in the future, and luck can't stay with her forever. If she continues to play with Fran, how many lives she has will not be enough.

So she had to get out of here, as quickly as possible.

Melly rolled her eyes and searched around, trying to find a place where she could get out of range of Fran's attack and shake off the pursuit.

The hallway she was in, about five meters wide and more than ten meters high, was large enough to run a truck and gave Flandrew plenty of space to "play". The corridor was a straight line from end to end, so that whether Melly ran forward or backward, it was in Fran's field of vision, and it was impossible to hide from her.

Melly knew she couldn't match the strength of a vampire, so she had to find a chance to jump out from under Fran's nose and shake her off. There were only two places for her to hide from Fran.

One was to turn right and rush back to her bedroom, a plan that Melly directly vetoed. After all, Fran is not stupid, seeing her hide in the room will definitely catch up, and then she will have no way to hide, only a dead end.

At this point, there was only one escape route left for her.

Melly glanced at the left-hand window and made a plan to herself:

"The curtains are soft enough to ignore them. As soon as she made a move, I immediately broke through the window and jumped out into the yard. It's sunny outside, and she can't catch up, and then I'll be able to ......."

"What are you thinking, big sister?"

"Ah, well, it's nothing! Isn't Fran waiting? Let's start the next round!" Facing Fran's chilling smile, Melly was now undaunted and urged.

Once people have a way to avoid danger, they also have the courage to face danger, and this emotion is called "hope".

"Turn around, jump out of the window, it's a very simple action. Melly, you can do it!" she cheered herself up as she stared at Fran intently, watching her every move.

Inside is a demon, outside is a thousand miles of sunshine, heaven and hell are only a window away, and Melly, at this time, is waiting for an opportunity. When Flandrew is distracted, it's the best time for her to escape.

"Don't worry, it'll be right away, ah, yes!" Fran said loudly as she prepared her next spell as she seemed to remember something, "I forgot to remind you, it's a foul to run away!"

"Huh?"

"Hawkers, anyway, you can't hide from this trick, sister, so I didn't say it!"

For a moment, a sense of foreboding quickly coalesced in Melly's heart, easily dispelling the hope she had so hard to regain. Then, as she expected, and as Fran put it, she "couldn't dodge it anyway" blow.

That's a laser.

Scientists will tell you that it is 299,000 kilometers per second, but this number is so large that most people have no idea or can imagine.

Only by standing under the light and letting it cover your whole body can you really feel its power. The speed of light is that by the time you realize it's happening, it's already happening.

In the face of such speed, strategy, luck, and survival instinct ...... Nothing works, the light will hit the target before they take effect. Therefore, this blow, Melly absolutely could not dodge.

Before the blinding red light could swallow Melly's vision, a very hilarious thought suddenly occurred in her head:

"If I can be hacked to death by Darth Vader, I can also be considered a soul return to the Force, right?"

The idea is hilarious because it is really out of place and because it is wrong.

Melly is not dead.

"Time began to flow again. ”

When Melly opened her eyes again, she found herself being held in the arms of the silver-haired chief maid, in the position of a princess.

"I'm sorry to frighten you, Miss Hearn. ”

Sixteen Night Sakuya looked down at Melly with an apologetic smile on her face. In Melly's eyes, she was chic like a savior at this time.

On the other side of the line, there was another person behind Flandrew, but it wasn't the person she wanted to see.

"Sister...... Sister, why are you here?" Fran stood in front of Remilia with her head bowed and squirming like a child who had done something wrong. In fact, she was indeed a child who had done something wrong.

"Come and see my sister and my guests, can't you?" asked Remilia.

"It's not impossible, it's just a little ...... Oops!"

Fran was halfway through her sentence when she was knocked on the door of her head by a knuckle of Remilia, who screamed and hugged her head, and looked like she was about to cry.

"Didn't I tell you that you weren't allowed to break the floor when playing at home!" Remilia said, pointing to the big potholes behind Sakiya.

"But, but ......"

Fran still wanted to defend herself, but her verdict had already come down.

"No, Fran, your snack has been canceled!"

"Eh, what's going on!"

"By the way, eldest miss, our pudding is made to order, so even if the second lady's portion is gone, you can't eat more!"

"Eh, what's going on!"