Claude?

Yes, she read that right.

It's the obsessive who is more important than real acting.

It's a bad guy who will take his life and death as a malicious joke.

Always talk to yourself with chickens and ducks, but choose to escape with yourself.

Inexplicably fanatical, difficult to get rid of.

But it is easy to believe in the "legend of the red line".

One day he would definitely play the role he highly recommended - she had really thought so.

However, everything seems to be shattered at the moment of this moment.

Is it changed? Or dismembered and faded...... No, she knew, it still existed.

In any case, those memories have already happened, they cannot be buried, they cannot be tampered with.

Because the time is still there.

For "forever", the original memories that have not been carved can always exist.

That's why there will be "someday".

But now, I really can't calm down for a while.

The anger of betrayal always trumps other emotions in such moments.

No one can avoid it.

It's just that the concentration and fermentation are deviated by race and character, pursuit and faith.

For vampires, this anger can be amplified indefinitely, and they have a way to relieve it, even if it is inhumane or irrational, because when they realize that this anger will last forever, the fear is even greater than they can bear.

For human beings, they are used to looking for ways to take advantage of all kinds of new stimuli, but before that. Most human beings will invariably experience a period of self-restraint similar to fasting, bitter and depressed, but this will only make it more difficult to control the moment when anger is liberated, and it will be more difficult to regain the idea of redress.

But what about a dead man?

Take advantage of the other party's inability to see yourself and take advantage of the opportunity to torture and retaliate? But it sounds more like a child's prank.

In fact, this method could not be simpler, even if the other party is a supernatural creature, it can see its own words and deeds, but it does not have its own ability to fly and pass through walls...... Of course, there are many abilities that even she herself has not yet discovered.

However, there is nothing to lose by doing so, and there is no need to worry about yourself. This approach is not difficult to implement. It is especially suitable for Gu Xiaoxiao.

But what to do, she didn't want to do it at all.

Yes, she prefers to find the truth than to revenge.

She believes. At that time, Claude, who accompanied him and walked with him, was real.

But "it was true then." Can it really save all of this?

No. Because the old gentleman in front of him called Don Quixote is the same.

What the hell was she supposed to do?

"Look, Claude, I want you to take a good look at her. Make sure she doesn't do anything stupid to disturb my plans, and you've not only done it well, but you've also surprised me by bringing it all to me, and I don't even know how to express my joy as a 'big boss'. ”

Gu Xiaoxiao felt a sour surge in her heart, and she didn't know why the three words "big boss" sounded like noise, turning into a thousand thin silver needles that repeatedly pierced her eardrums.

"I just happened to do it."

In Gu Xiaoxiao's eyes, Claude seemed to have changed as a person, because such a quiet and cold voice was so inconsistent with him.

Wait, "change"?

Gu Xiaoxiao's eyes fluttered for a while—he was acting.

That's right, she can feel that he is acting!

I don't know why, this kind of thought made her uncontrollable joy, and she almost opened her mouth to scream and pierce the man's mask, but no, her subconscious was telling herself - not yet.

"It's a pleasure to work with!" Don Quixote seemed happy to stay on the topic, and Gu Xiaoxiao didn't understand why he looked at Claude and then at himself when he said this, and his gaze stayed longer when he looked at himself.

For a moment, she suddenly remembered the phrase the man had used to refer to herself.

Utilization value.

It shouldn't be just a statement, there must be other intentions.

Disturb the mood? Well, he's already succeeded. The question is...... Who does he want to disrupt? It shouldn't just be yourself.

In order to understand these doubts, she must first find a way to figure out - what is her use?

She's new to the city.

I've just met them.

Whether it is the sanctimonious old gentleman in front of him, or the unknown Claude, or even the pug dog who is at a disadvantage with him, although he has a relationship with him before, but the official greeting is also today, but why do these people seem to know her better than herself?

"What about her?" The pug suddenly spoke, and his cold tone was terrifying.

"I believe I will give her the most honorable treatment." As soon as the conversation changed, Don Quixote pulled the reins back into his own hands, "Don't intervene, brother, before I do that, I must express my gratitude to the 'big boss' here." ”

Gratitude? Xiu snorted coldly in his heart--What about the deceitful ghost!

In such a tone that seems to be equal status between the two parties, but at a glance, you can clearly see the difference between the top and bottom, otherwise he wouldn't have asked him to do it, and he did it.

What is this not an order?

However, it feels like the relationship between these two men is definitely not as simple as that between master and servant.

As soon as Don Quixote finished saying "thank you", Yuki started to act beside him, and the two of them seemed to be able to rely only on psychological communication, while Xiwu didn't know how to think about himself at all.

She stepped forward and cut off the chains that restricted Gu Xiaoxiao's ability to move with a knife, and under Gu Xiaoxiao's panicked and puzzled eyes, she grabbed Gu Xiaoxiao's collar and pulled her in front of Claude.

"Come, enjoy!"

What does this do? - Gu Xiaoxiao trembled - is this to let him suck his own blood?

"I'm not hungry." Claude's gaze evaded, but Gu Xiaoxiao was sure that he heard the speed and depth of his breathing change just now.

What happened to Claude?

Was he bad?

After Gu Xiaoxiao heard this, he could only make such a guess.

"No, I think, you're hungry." Don Quixote seems to have recognized her temptation for him, but his confident expression also betrays his belief that Claude will never be able to disobey him.

"You don't have to do this!" Xiu realized the gravity of the situation in an instant, but now that the body was bound, it could only realize its powerlessness more deeply, so it could only scream in the hope of diverting the center of his pleasure, because it clearly remembered that when he was young, his brother's greatest pleasure was to mock himself.

"Oh, brother, no one likes to listen to dogs barking now......"

Don Quixote's momentary viciousness made Gu Xiaoxiao completely ignore his own situation, and directly glared at him angrily.

She couldn't speak because her jaw had long been firmly clamped by the sunset mist, but she still used all her strength to express her "complete disapproval".

Once again, Sunset's foresight reflects her complete obedience to her master, but more importantly, it shows the skill of her - she can do everything well, even guessing her master's mood at any time.

But what Gu Xiaoxiao could feel more than others was the girl's love for her master, because at the same time as her anger was transferred just now, she also felt that the girl's strength in pinching her chin was heavier than before.

"Come on! I think in your heart you desire to do that too. Don Quixote said word by word, and his voice was as soft as a floating cloud, so soft that it was strange.

With hypnotic words, Claude's self-control came to an end.

For the first time, he showed Gu Xiaoxiao a pair of sharp fangs that glowed with an eerie light, and for the first time, he felt tears like sucking blood—once he collapsed, it was difficult to stop. (To be continued.) )