"Xia Ye, prepare me a cup of black tea, double the sugar, and then three ice cubes, if you don't have it, you can replace it with coffee, of course it has to be Marcilla. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info," said a teenager who had just opened the door and walked in.

This young man's name is Ye Fang, and at this time, he is holding a long knife with a dark red hilt on the upper right, and the snow-white knife surface reflects a beautiful girl wearing a dark blue maid costume.

"Yes, young master, I see that you are very tired today, please wait a moment. Xia Ye in Ye Fang's mouth put the upper right on his left chest, and bent over, bowing lightly and said.

"I went to the funeral of a Frenchman, and the blood at the end made me feel a little dirty, and adding more sugar and ice cubes can relieve my mental fatigue. Ye Fang said softly.

Ye Fang took out a white silk towel from his pocket and gently wiped the long knife in his hand, and there was a shallow layer of rain on the knife.

Ye Fang looked at this very empty European-style baroque duplex building, the ground was paved with dark red mahogany floor, the ceiling above was beautifully decorated with models, covered with carvings, and the crystal lamp emitted a golden light, falling on the marble wall, and there were four English letters written with quills on the oil painting on the wall, Anse.

"If it weren't for Natsuba, it would be a bit lonely to think that I had been abandoned by the world. ”

Ye Fang put the long knife in his hand on the knife holder, and then stepped on the stairs, the black high heels stepped on the stairs, constantly making a clicking sound, echoing in the room, among the British aristocracy, some men still retain the custom of wearing high heels.

"Squeak. Ye Fang pushed open the door of the bathroom, looked at himself in the mirror, a little messy black hair slightly pressed to his eyebrows, a pair of dark purple eyes under his eyebrows, emitting a slightly arrogant light, at this time wearing a black tuxedo and a white tie, for men there is no more beautiful costume in a traditional dance, of course, the little tuxedo that is slightly less formal is also accepted by various dance parties.

Ye Fang in the mirror is a beautiful Chinese boy who lives the life of a European aristocracy.

Ye Fang suddenly saw a trace of blood stained on his tie, a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes, and then he untied his tie, took off his big tuxedo and black high heels, glanced at the roses and yang chrysanthemum petals floating on the hot water in the bathtub, showed a smile, and then lay down in the bathtub.

"Young master, the black tea you need, please use it slowly with sugar and ice. Xia Ye opened the door of the bathroom and gently placed the black tea on the table next to the bathtub, and the layer of flower petals floating on the bathtub made Xia Ye not see Ye Fang's body clearly.

"Xia Ye, what needs to be done tomorrow, a sumptuous dinner, the guest is the patriarch of the Michel family, the German textile tycoon, if you have too much time, prepare me two more coconut milk red bean cakes as desserts for afternoon tea, of course, with you, and finally help me close the door." Ye Fang picked up the silver teacup, took a sip of black tea gently, and then gently placed it on the coaster.

Xia Ye smiled, "Yes, young master." Then he closed the bathroom door.

A solitary moon hangs in the sky, the moonlight shines on the red roses of the demon like blood congealing, and the irises play a symphony of the night.

A white pigeon flew in from the window, Ye Fang stretched out his left hand very calmly, the white pigeon stopped on the fingertips of Ye Fang's left hand, Ye Fang saw the small note on the white pigeon's paws, and gently took it down with his right hand, and then the white pigeon spread its wings and flew out of the window.

"The so-called freedom, even if you don't want to stay in a room that has lost the sky for a moment, but you fly out, how can you not be imprisoned by that sky. Ye Fang lowered his head and muttered to himself a little distractedly, and then opened the small note, Ye Fang's gaze swept over the note, and suddenly the corners of his mouth had a slight smile, a little demonic. Ye Fang's left eye suddenly flashed with a dark red light, and a dark red six-pointed star enchantment appeared in his eyes, constantly rotating, and there were complex characters in the enchantment.

"The burial contract is signed. Ye Fang said softly, and the six-pointed star enchantment in his left eye stopped rotating, and then returned to its original state, as if nothing had happened.

Ye Fang took a sip of black tea, "It's a luxury to want to take a good rest." Ye Fang stood up, put on a bath towel, walked to the fitting room, put on a small black dress, tidied up his hair that was wet with water, and said to the mirror, "It seems that the little black dress is very suitable for the funeral." At this time, Ye Fang was full of aristocratic temperament, and he was a beautiful young man with a demonic temperament.

Ye Fang walked down the stairs, "Xia Ye." ”

"Young master, at this time, you should have changed into pajamas and lay on the bed reading a domestic novel called "Moon Burial Hall". Xia Ye said calmly.

Ye Fang chuckled, "If I had a choice tonight, I would choose to try reading Tagore's "Flying Birds", but there are some dirty things that I need to deal with." ”

Xia Ye looked at Ye Fang's left eye, showed a smile, and nodded, "I understand." ”

"It's 9:20, and it's forty minutes before my mother asks me to go to bed at 10. Ye Fang glanced at the clock hanging on the wall and said, then took the long knife with a dark red scabbard from the knife holder and held it in his hand.

"Do you also need to bring Murayu with you for this kind of contract?" asked Natsuba.

Ye Fang said with a little disgust, "Dirty blood will make me feel sick, and Mura Yu will help me get rid of this disgusting feeling." ”

The famous knife "Muramasa" kills a thousand people and turns into a demon knife "Mura Rain", and after killing, the knife will naturally be dripping with rain to wash away the bloodstains.

"Let's go, Natsuba. Ye Fang said.

Xia Ye put down the scissors that were pruning the red rose in his hand and followed behind Ye Fang.

On the roof of the duplex, Ye Fang closed his eyes, as if he was sleeping, Xia Ye's eyes flashed a dark red six-pointed star enchantment, and the dark red clock imprint could be faintly seen in the enchantment, and then Xia Ye gently hugged Ye Fang, the dark blue maid suit was attached to Ye Fang's black dress, and her hands were very gently placed on Ye Fang's back.

A dark red magic enchantment appeared at the feet of Xia Ye and Ye Fang, the six-pointed star in the magic enchantment continued to rotate, and Xia Ye slowly floated into the air holding Ye Fang, who seemed to be asleep.

"WestminsterAbbey," Ye Fang said softly with his eyes closed.

"Yes, young master, you have five minutes to adjust your state. Xia Ye smiled slightly.

Xia Ye hugged Ye Fang and glanced into the distance, with a strange smile in his eyes, like a black rose blooming in the night.

A dark red beam of light pierced the London night.