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"Hmph~Hmph~Hmph~"

In one of the corners of the large underground library of the Red Devil Pavilion, the little devil flapped the bat-like demon wings behind him, waving his long straight red hair, humming happily while holding old books and flying towards the place where Patchouli was reading.

The little devil is indeed happy.

At least, compared to the people in the Red Devil Pavilion, the little devil had a fairly relaxed life during this time.

Because the little devil is Pacully's messenger, not Remilia's servant, nor is he a subordinate of the Red Devil Pavilion, even Remilia can't send the little devil with an ordered tone.

And the scale of the underground library of the Red Devil Pavilion is too large, and there are as many books that need to be sorted out every day as a mountain, and no matter how you organize them, you can't finish them, so Patchouli's regular job for the little devil is to sort out these books.

Under such circumstances, the little devil dared to say that he was the most relaxed and comfortable person in the Red Devil Pavilion during this time.

While Wordless is suffering the sin of arrogance and expressing his bad haughty attitude to the entire Red Devil Pavilion, the little devil sorts through the books in the library.

When Wordless was suffering from the sin of jealousy, and all the people in the Red Devil Pavilion were sent out by Remilia to find someone, and by the way, to save Marisa, the little devil was sorting out the books in the library.

When Wordless suffers the sin of rage, he chases Marisa and jumps up and down in the entire Red Devil Pavilion, wantonly destroying the Red Devil Pavilion. When there is a commotion, the little devil sorts out the books in the library.

Bear the sin of laziness without words. Let Sakuya take care of herself, while Remilia, Fran, Pachou and the others go to find themselves. The little devil sorts through the books in the library.

When Wordless was suffering the sin of greed and attracted the people of the Earth Spirit Temple, causing the Red Devil Hall and the girls of the Earth Spirit Hall to have a battle for costume PLAY, the little devil was sorting out the books in the library.

While Wordless was suffering the sin of gluttony, making everyone in the Red Devil Pavilion and the Earth Spirit Hall busy in order to satisfy their appetites and take care of themselves, the little devil was sorting out the books in the library.

When Wuyan was suffering the sin of lust, without the little devil's knowledge, he pushed the little devil's master, Patchouli, again. The little devil still sorts out books in the library.

In other words, when Wuyan was suffering from the seven deadly sins, causing a lot of trouble, and making everyone up and down the Red Devil Pavilion tired and half dead, only the little devil stayed out of the matter, as always, only sorting out books in the library.

In this way, how can the little devil not have an easy life? …

So, the little devil is happy. I'm also glad that because of my work, I didn't get involved in that dispute, otherwise. Must be half exhausted.

You know, the little devil has seen Patchouli return to the library with a tired face more than once, and for the first time not stayed up late to read. I fell asleep.

Of course, if the little devil knows. Yesterday, Patchouli returned to the library with a tired face. The reason why I fell asleep was because I was pushed speechlessly and didn't know how many rounds, and the guide was overdrawn, I don't know, will the little devil feel happy, very happy? …

Actually, it can be said that the little devil is the one who hates speechless people the most in all Gensokyo, except for Reimu.

It's just that Reimu hates Silence because she is afraid of causing trouble with Silence, while the little devil hates Silence because she feels that Silence is dangerous.

The little devil faintly felt that if his master, Patchouli, went to approach Silent in wanton, in the end, he would definitely suffer!

Although this is an intuition, it turns out that the little devil's intuition is indeed very accurate, so accurate that even the little devil himself doesn't know that his master has already suffered a big loss.

The little devil who didn't know about this matter at all could only secretly decide in his heart that he must not have too much contact with Wordless, nor could he let Pache have too much contact with Wordless.

With this thought in mind, the little devil held a pile of books that Pache had indicated to read, continued to hum a song, and flew towards the place where Patchouli was reading.

However, when the little devil followed the road and came not far from the place where Patchouli was reading, a very strange sound suddenly came to the little devil's ears, causing the little devil to stop his body.

"This voice... It's Pachouly-sama's voice! Listening to the strange voice, the little devil tilted his head in confusion and muttered to himself in surprise.

"It's just that why is Pachouli's voice so strange? …”

Odd? …

It's really weird.

Because, in the ears of the little devil, Patchouli was moaning like pain and happiness for no reason, like a cuckoo's cry, and the sound made the little devil's heartbeat start to accelerate slightly somehow, and his face was red.

"Pache Lady... Isn't it in since..."

The word 'comfort' in the back, the little devil is not embarrassed to say it, but unimaginable.

With Pache Lee's character, how could he do that kind of thing again? …

But if this is not the case, why would Patchouli make such a noise? …

The little devil has been by Pacully's side, if not a hundred years, but decades, and no one can be more familiar with Pache than the little devil.

The little devil couldn't believe that Pache would do so... Such an unbearable thing to come.

I don't know if it was curiosity or instinct in my body, the little devil gently put down the pile of books in his hand, crept to hide on the back of a bookshelf, poked his head out, and looked at the corner where Patchouli was reading.

The next moment, suddenly, an unimaginable unsightly picture and an extremely chaotic moan from a little devil penetrated into the eyes and ears of the little devil at the same time, directly shocking the little devil on the spot.

I saw that there, Patchouli was lying naked in front of her desk, pouting her hips, her pretty face flushed, and let out an uncontrollable wheezing and coquettish sound.

Behind Pache Teaule, an equally naked man stood there, holding Patchouli's slender waist, constantly launching brutal attacks on Patchouli, with a wicked smile on his face, as if satisfied, as if comfortable.

That's a man!

Moreover, he is also a man that the little devil is extremely familiar with!

It's the little devil who was still thinking about beware of the wordlessness just now!

Looking at such a picture, the little devil had completely forgotten that his face was blushing, and he was stunned, and the look in his eyes was not so much incredible, but rather blank, as if he had lost his soul.

Why? …

How so? …

What happened? …

Questions like this kept coming to the little devil's heart.

But the little devil didn't try to answer them at all, her head was blank because of the unimaginable scene in front of her, and her heart was in a mess, and she didn't react for a long time.

However, no matter how unwilling the little devil's heart was to believe that such a picture was reality, the reality would not change in the slightest because of her hesitation.

I don't know how long it took, Pachua's wheezing became more and more rapid, and the sound of impact became more and more frequent, until at a certain moment, Pache couldn't help but beg for mercy, and the man who was loving Pache reluctantly stopped his movements and sent Pache to the peak.

"Smack..."Patchouli fell limply on her desk like a doll with a broken thread, unable to get up again.

Wordless also lay on Patchouli's back, and didn't know what to say in Patchouli's ear, and waited until Patchouli nodded distractedly before nodding with satisfaction, stood up, and got dressed.

Seeing this, the little devil subconsciously held his breath, lowered his sense of storage, and hid in a dark corner.

It wasn't long before Wordless dressed himself and left like a man who had just come out of a hot spring that the little devil came out of the dark corner and looked in the direction of his desk.

Pache had no strength in her whole body, like a lazy kitten, shrunk into a ball, and her mouth kept overflowing with low moans, obviously, not yet relieved.

Compared with Patchouli's charming and lazy posture, the little devil slowly fell to the ground as if it had encountered the end of the world.

Knock down, it's such a simple thing!

The little devil is a demon, naturally it is impossible not to know such an evil thing, but he really has never experienced it himself.

So, looking at Patchouli's seemingly comfortable appearance, the little devil silently shed his own tears.

In the end, he still failed to protect Pache and let Patchouli be eaten and wiped clean by that hateful vampire ancestor.

At this time, in the heart of the little devil, there was only such a sentence hovering.

I'm guilty... (To be continued......)