Chapter 65: The Maid

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The boy sat up from the large, soft bed and stroked the blood-red bangs on his forehead.

Some slightly longer blood-red bangs made him a little uncomfortable.

He sat up, got out of bed and put on the well-made blood-red gown, walked to the mirror and looked at his blood-red eyes, and suddenly a trace of doubt appeared.

After a while, he walked back to the bed and sat back.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door, and the boy's blank eyes glanced towards the door.

"Come in"

"Squeak!"

The wide wooden door opened gently, and a middle-aged man in a black dress stroked his right hand to his heart and bent slightly at the boy.

"Young master, your maid has been delivered, please check. ā€

"Maid?"

"Yes, didn't the hostess tell you, this is definitely the best work in recent years. ā€

"Don't! ā€

"Don't refuse this, otherwise I won't be able to explain to the hostess, just treat it as multiple toys. ā€

"Okay, okay, I see. ā€

The boy looked impatient and waved his hand to signal him to go down.

"Wait a minute, and she'll be there. ā€

The man was just about to get up and leave, but just as he was about to close the door, he suddenly smiled and said:

"Finally, I wish you a great time. ā€

"Squeak!"

As the wooden door closed again, the boy lay down again, and his fair and angular face showed a hint of playfulness, and he suddenly had a hint of bad taste, saying that this maid would not go against the will of his master, and he wanted to see how obedient this guy could be.

The corners of his mouth slowly rose, and the boy lay on the bed, silently waiting for the girl's arrival, adding a little fun to his calm and boring life.

There was another knock on the door, and the boy sat up quickly.

"Come in!"

As the door was pushed open, a muscular man slowly pushed open the door to reveal half of his body.

The boy almost choked on the saliva he swallowed.

"What the hell is this a maid?"

He squinted, suppressing his urge to rush out now and strangle the old butler to death.

Then the strong man smiled strangely at the boy, and turned around again, not knowing what he was doing.

The boy felt a chill and quickly scanned the room, any of which could lead to the outside.

Just when he was trying to jump from the top of this five-story building.

The man finally walked in, and he and another man carried a beautifully made coffin made of mahogany, but outside the coffin, there was a blood-red film that they could not touch the coffin itself.

"Whew!"

The boy let out a sigh of relief.

I'm glad I'm not so impulsive.

The two men placed the coffin on the ground in the doorway, wiped the sweat from their heads, stood up and bowed to the boy, looked at him and waved their hands, and then retreated.

The boy frowned, oh for a moment, suddenly a little frightened.

I'm afraid that a strong man will crawl out of this coffin and smile weirdly at him.

Now that he thinks about it, his goosebumps fall to the ground.

He squatted next to the coffin and observed it carefully for a long time, the dense golden-red text on the coffin gathered into a delicate pattern, spreading to all parts of the coffin, and the top of the coffin lid was on the left, a spike dark gold spike was extremely conspicuous, he showed a gentle caress of the coffin, but the film on the top did not hinder him.

The boy knew about this ritual, he touched his nose, took a deep breath, raised his right hand, and slapped it down at the spike fiercely.

In an instant, the blood flowed, but the blood spread along the pattern, little by little, filling every character in the pattern with blood.

The boy looked at the area of the coffin, and couldn't help but have a headache, which was one of the reasons he didn't want to accept just now, but the slave girl was a must for every nobleman, and with his mother's temperament, how could he tolerate him not having it, not only to have it, but also to have it to be the best.

"!"

The boy cursed secretly, thinking that for a moment everything he could torture the guy who had made him suffer.

"It's not over yet. ā€

He was already a little dizzy, and his right hand was bleeding through very quickly.

If it weren't for the paralysis on this spike, he wouldn't have dared to shoot it like that, but thinking that sooner or later it would have to be taken, he didn't hesitate.

Suddenly, the blood-red character began to emit a strong blood-red glow.

The boy let out a long breath and quickly pulled his hand off the top, and the wound began to heal at an alarming rate until it was fully recovered, and it only took a breath of time.

As the light faded, the characters on it seemed to lose their vitality, and the colors became even darker than before, as if they were about to disappear completely.

The boy blinked twice, stretched out his hand to put it on the coffin lid, and then with a strong hand, the slightly heavy coffin lid was slowly lifted by him with a squeak.

"Boom!"

The lid of the coffin fell to the ground with a dull sound.

He let out two breaths and mustered up the courage to look inside, he had already thought that if he was a strong man, he would throw him down from here before he awoke.

"Goo-dong!"

He swallowed his saliva again, opening his eyes that had just been closed.

Stunned for a moment.

He bet he had never seen anything so delicate in his life, whether it was a work of art or something else, and that near-perfect little face made him forget to breathe for a moment.

In their race, there is no shortage of handsome guys and beauties, probably because the genes are too strong, and no one who is too ugly has ever appeared.

But the girl's appearance was completely beyond all that he had seen of what he thought was a good-looking girl's face, and it was completely unmatched.

With his identity, there is naturally no shortage of women around him, what kind of woman has never been seen, but today completely shocked him.

"Is that true? ā€

The boy raised his eyebrows in disbelief, he pinched his thigh hard, and bared his teeth in pain before he believed it.

Then he couldn't help laughing.

"The more beautiful something is, the more exciting it is to destroy. ā€

He muttered to himself, his eyes became excited and crazy, an uncontrollable agitation, welling up from the bottom of his heart.

In the coffin, the girl was dressed in a white dress, which set off her perfect figure to the fullest.

The fair and smooth skin, like an egg that has just been opened, looks so tender that people want to go up and take a bite.

The long blood-red hair was spread behind him and extended to the feet.

A pair of blood-red source leather shoes on her little feet set off her slender feet and necks with extremely white skin.

The two balls on the girl's chest highlight her figure unevenly and are full of temptation, and with her slight breathing, people can't help but want to go up and grab it.

However, all these boys don't need to endure it, they can do it as long as they stretch out their hands.

"Is this my toy?"

He stuck out his scarlet tongue and licked his lips.