"Madame......"

"Men have to die—"

In the deserted mansion, Yu Lian ran for his life.

Behind him, Madame de Linar, in her splendid clothes, pursued him relentlessly.

"Woo~"

"Cluck-"

The sound that seems to be laughing but not laughing, like crying but not crying, is too terrifying.

Yu Lian, who ran out to the courtyard in one go, didn't have time to think about which way to run, and his steps seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, becoming extremely heavy.

In less than a few seconds, his whole body was forced to stop in the middle of the courtyard because of his stiff muscles.

I'm going to send it now!

The night in the suburbs of London, quietly.

The evening breeze gently swayed the dead branches, and the moonlight refracted in the mist, covering the entire courtyard with a strange blood.

"Men have to die—"

The faint and cold sound of asking for life was as piercing as sand through glass.

“……”

Yu Lian's back is gloomy.

He didn't look back, but he could feel Madame de Linard behind him, getting closer and closer to him.

"Madam, listen to me......"

"Men have to die—"

Yu Lian took a deep breath, paused, and slowly spoke: "Actually, I am also French......"

"Men have to die—"

Gan!

I've met a repeater!

This kind of thing is the first time Yu Lian has encountered such a thing, and he has no experience in dealing with it.

As it stands, Madame de Linard has great resentment in her heart, and it is difficult to reason with her. Unless there is a way to resolve the resentment in Madame's heart, you can only use the help provided by the system.

"Madam, I know you have a grudge in your heart......" Yu Lian was about to try it one last time, "but I want to ask ......"

"Men have to die—" Madame de Linard's cold, menacing voice interrupted him again.

“……”

Yu Lian gave up his delusions and prepared to fight.

A pair of hands slowly came from behind the back.

In an instant, the already cool air became cold and biting, and the mist formed frost on the eyelashes.

The white and slender hands, without a trace of warmth, grabbed Yu Lian's neck stiffly.

Lack of oxygen, suffocation, blood rushing!

Consciousness soon began to blur, but Yu Lian muttered unhurriedly:

"System!"

"Drip ......"

Three options crossed his eyes.

Book Direct Pass!

One cross and one talent remained......

The consecrated crosses were sold in every church, and the price was about 20 pounds, and the average worker was paid half a year's salary.

And a passive talent, the price is unknown, but the average worker probably can't have it for the rest of his life...... Which one should be chosen, it seems that there is no need to worry too much.

Feel relieved!

It's okay!

Yu Lian convinced himself inwardly.

As long as you are bold, the fierce spirit can be cute!

【Gain Talent (Affinity)】

【Talent Active】

Yu Lian, who was already about to suffocate, suddenly raised his hands and covered the back of his wife's hand holding his neck.

"Huh?"

Madame de Linard was stunned.

The spirit .jpg puzzled

In his sight, the boy slowly and with difficulty turned his neck.

"Madame......"

Extremely faint voice.

The side face of the young man was bathed in the cold crimson moonlight.

The calm silhouette exudes an innate elegance.

Somehow, Madame de Linard, who was looking at this scene, suddenly became hot after being dead for many years.

The strength of her hands slowly decreased.

The young man, whose neck was no longer bound, slowly turned around.

"I, Julien Caroling." His eyes are deep, and his voice is warm and sincere: "I hate scumbags the most in my life!" ”

The Lady of the Dead was dumbfounded.

dark chestnut hair, handsome and delicate face;

The two eyes are big and dark, because the pupil color is too deep, and it will look a little melancholy when you look closely.

There is also an elegant chin, a gentle and broad chest, a clean and full torso, a back as straight as a sword, and slender and toned legs...... The kind of "sweetness of the early Renaissance" that Voltaire spoke of could not be more appropriate to describe such a beautiful boy.

As a Parisian noblewoman, Madame de Linard had seen countless beautiful men, but none looked better than the one in front of her.

Therefore, Madame's heart fluttered, her small mouth opened slightly, and she made a shameful sound.

"Oh hoo~"

So, Yu Lian saw that her miserable white face, which had already disappeared, swelled up with a faint flush again.

He almost thought that his wife was going to cheat the corpse.

"Child, I take your word ......"

Madame de Linard's whole undead had become a little demented.

The corners of her mouth grinned uncontrollably, her hands clasped Yu Lian's hand, and she couldn't put it down.

It's cold, and it's strange to say it...... The corners of Yu Lian's eyes twitched a few times.

"Madame......" he said, trying to withdraw his hand, "I have something to ask you......

Madame de Linard held him by the hand, and replied with great enthusiasm and skill: "I was 36 years old when I died, and I have no other relatives in my family, I like the color red, 91-63-91, and I have 230,000 francs in my bank account......"

“……”

The effect of this talent is really exaggerated.

Just now, he said that all men have to die, but as soon as he saw the handsome one, Wu Zetian killed her husband and lost her mind...... Faced with this situation, Yu Lian's reaction was quite calm, and he didn't even forget to complain, he deserved to be an excellent traverser.

How do you convince Madame?

Yu Lian thought for a moment.

Three seconds later, he slumped down a little and grabbed one of his wife's arms.

Madame de Linard looked at him with tenderness on her face, watching him turn around, watching him grasp his arm, watching him give herself a magnificent over-the-shoulder throw. A teenager like him, even if he has done shoulder throws, he looks so elegant and moving.

"Bang!"

The dust swayed slightly.

Madame de Linar, who was lying on the ground, was stunned for a moment before she gradually came to her senses.

"Ma'am." Yu Lian looked at her condescendingly.

De Linard blinked.

The experience of being a nymphomaniac just now made her, who had always maintained the reserve of a noble lady, so ashamed that she wanted to die again.

"Are you awake?" Yu Lian asked.

“emmm……”

The lady turned her face away and lay on the ground without a face.

The blood moon in the sky disappeared, and the silver-white moon was sprinkled in the courtyard like a layer of salt.

"I'm here to help you." Yu Lian bent down and stretched out his hand to her with a smile, "If you don't mind, tell me how you want to get revenge, I will do whatever it takes." ”

This charming smile and firm tone will undoubtedly make women very useful.

…… Even if you are not human, you can use it.

For the first time since Madame de Linard had been transformed into a ghost by misfortune, she felt a deep sense of joy and excitement.

"Kid, no, I don't need you to do anything for me." She said seriously, looking directly at Yu Lian with eyes that had regained a little vitality, "You can protect yourself, don't recklessly provoke a terrible demon for the sake of a woman who has died." ”

No!

I'm going to swipe my book to get a reward!

"Madame, allow me to do one of the most reckless things of my life!"

Yu Lian maintained the movement of reaching out, relying on the experience of lying without blushing and heartbeat, and put on a pious posture and half-knelt in front of her: "There is a longing in my heart, which drives me to come here, telling me that I want to do everything to wash away your shame and get rid of the people who have hurt you. Madame, please believe that I am here for you. ”

If this is an English woman with material reality, the role of saying good things is very limited.

But the French woman eats this set very much.

Especially from the mouth of a beautiful boy.

"Son, how do you tell me to refuse...... "Madame de Linard sighed softly, her brows tightened in thought, but soon they were stretched again.

After a short silence, she put her hand in Yu Lian's palm, and the corners of her mouth showed a long-lost smile.

"Just bring him to this mansion."

"Yes, ma'am."

"How nice it would have been if I had met a man like you."

"It's okay to feel emotional, but ...... Madame, please don't take the opportunity to touch my thighs. ”

"I'm sorry, I can't help it...... Why don't you touch it back? ”

“…… You let go! ”