Sir Chen, your wife is missing!

"It doesn't matter. I'm not afraid of death."

She smiled foolishly, but in fact she was terribly scared.

God knows how scared she was when the tentacle pierced her chest.

Of course it’s nonsense to say that you are not afraid of death.

"I still owe someone my life, I have to pay her back, and then spend a long time with her."

Feng Qingyu's expression was one of satisfaction and relief.

Goletia probably knew what was going on. If she didn't truly love someone, she probably wouldn't make such a big sacrifice, right?

So, this is simply repeating the tragedy that happened thousands of years ago!

The human's appearance, name and reasons are all familiar, the only difference is that Ghost Shark is no longer a naive and ignorant girl, but a true devil who kills without blinking an eye.

She sighed.

"Ms. Feng Qingyu, your persistence will lead to no results... Back then, Lord Ghost Shark destroyed a large city-state with millions of people because of hatred. It would be easy for him to deal with you."

Of course, Goletia would never forget how her master killed so many people like a weakling.

Even the two human children died tragically under the tentacles.

"But you also said that the man had done something wrong. This is revenge, right? That's enough."

Someone still has the attitude of "not giving up until the day comes".

So, she just treated the story as a story, right?

Perhaps out of guilt, Feng Qingyu worked particularly hard on the task assigned by Ghost Shark.

Every time she felt hard, she would quietly remind herself that the Demon King was also a pitiful man and that she was just playing the role of comforter.

Such a weird psychological suggestion actually has a good effect.

"Golatia, that human... did a pretty good job."

Ghost Shark waved his folding fan to check the completion of the work.

Unexpectedly, that human was quite capable and he did not deal with these obviously difficult tasks in a perfunctory manner, but took them very seriously.

Does she really want to dig out her own heart?

Thinking of this, Ghost Shark felt a sharp pain in his heart.

Now there is no knife stabbing in, but the previous feeling overlaps with the present one.

In order to get the heart out, her chest would have to be cut open again.

"Tsk...Human, I will prove that your efforts are all wishful thinking."

Ghost Shark made up her mind that she would not give the chance to save a life to humans.

Watching her suffer, then go mad in despair, then self-destruct was a good way to deal with it.

"Golatia, what do you think I saw in that human's eyes?"

Ghost Shark was always concerned about the way Feng Qingyu looked at him.

What is that? Pity?

She is the overlord of the seabed and has lived tens of thousands times longer than that of humans. She has existed from the beginning of the world to the present.

That human being’s life is short-lived, what right does she have?

"Golatia, am I really that pathetic? So pathetic that I need a human to feel sorry for me."

Ghost Shark's tone was even colder and more cold than before.

This is the prelude to darkness.

Gloria could smell the strong murderous aura from her master.

She wanted that human's life.

"Human, come to my room tonight."

The ghost shark passed by Feng Qingyu who was sweeping the floor, and suddenly wanted to end things.

This human being looked terrible.

"Oh... okay."

Could it be that I have been performing well recently and the Demon King thinks it is OK, so he agreed to it?

Feng Qingyu thought.

I have been busy day and night, and maybe I have touched the Demon King.

At eight o'clock in the evening, she knocked on Ghost Shark's bedroom door on time.

"Please come in."

A calm answer came from the room.

This was Feng Qingyu’s first time in the Demon King’s bedroom.

Before, Ghost Shark had expressly forbidden that no one except herself, not even Gloria, could enter this place.

So, did she make the Demon King make an exception this time?

Ghost Shark's bedroom also looks like a study. There is a huge bookshelf near the bed. The bed is surrounded by the bookshelf, and it is impossible to tell that this is a bedroom.

Those books were several centimeters or even more than ten centimeters thick, and as big as a slab of stone.

So, isn't the devil afraid that the bookshelf will suddenly collapse while he is sleeping and he will be hit to death by the books falling from the sky?

On second thought, he is the devil, he didn't die even after his heart was dug out, so what's the big deal about being hit by a few books?

Feng Qingyu was staring at the bookshelf in a daze, and the ghost shark saw it all.

"Foolish human, I didn't ask you to come here to tour the room."

Her tentacles grasped the handle of the folding fan and knocked hard on the head of someone who was in a daze.

Feng Qingyu's imagination was also interrupted.

I just imagined the scene of a ghost shark being smashed by a book. That scene must be too bloody.

"Demon Lord...I'm sorry, I was distracted."

She stood obediently beside Ghost Shark's bed, waiting for orders.

The devil called me into the room, probably because he had something to tell me.

"So... human, take off your clothes."

Ghost Shark waved his folding fan and said something shocking.

"Wait, Lord Demon, did I hear you wrong?"

Feng Qingyu didn't believe it. He didn't want to believe in things like "taking off clothes".

Ghost Shark began to yawn.

"I'll take off my clothes if you ask me to. I don't speak with an accent and I won't make any mistakes. Stop talking nonsense."

In such an atmosphere and such an occasion, how could Feng Qingyu not have any idea what would happen next?

"Master Demon, you misunderstood. I am not here to sell myself out."

Seeing that the situation was not good, Feng Qingyu subconsciously retreated towards the back door.

Does it count as stealing a chicken but losing the rice?

With a heart to save people, she was noticed by the devil because of her beauty.

However, the door could no longer be opened as it was controlled by some force of the ghost shark.

"Human, you have no room for negotiation."

Then, dozens of tentacles stretched out in her direction.

"Master Demon, I forgot to tell you that I am not feeling well right now... You know, every woman has those days..."

Feng Qingyu thought of an excuse to refuse that. No matter who it is, no one wants to see a river of blood on their bed, right?

74 If You Become My Uncle

"Cough-cough-"

Lin Guang interrupted the two of them at the right time.

"Don't brag, my aunt is not such a superficial woman. It's not right for you to stand on the roadside and talk. Let me take you inside to sit down. The house is a bit simple, don't mind."

Lin Guang led Feng Qingyu into a double iron door.

The paint on the railings on the iron gate had long since peeled off, leaving only bare iron bars and scarlet rust. You can vaguely see that the paint used to be black, and there are still a few traces left on some of the iron bars that have not been weathered so badly.

Today, the Linguang family has been stripped of its noble status, and this house, like its owner, has been deprived of its former prosperity and has become dilapidated. Although it is still intact as a whole, it is in a state of disrepair.

There are mottled stains on the columns, and the paint on the exterior of the walls has cracked due to wind and sun. A layer of moss with a fishy smell of earth has quietly climbed up near the ground, and the wall is covered with a large patch of emerald green ivy.

As glorious as this place once was, it is now as desolate as it once was.

There is a saying that goes, "Everything that rises must fall." The Linguang family was once well-known throughout Casimir, and everyone knew about it.

As time passed, some changes happened here. Although the Linguang family was still very famous in Casimir, their status was not as good as before and they had become a member of the impoverished nobles.

There were only a handful of servants employed in the house, and only one maid to clean the yard.

The ground was covered with a thick layer of fallen leaves. The trash can next to it was already filled with the same fallen leaves. No matter how hard the maid tried to sweep, she could never finish sweeping because the leaves kept falling down.

When the maid saw Lin Guang, she was surprised at first, and then she remembered to greet him first.

"Miss, you are back!"

This maid had served in the Lin Guang family before Lin Guang debuted as a knight. She has been reluctant to leave for so many years, and seeing her come back is more exciting than a holiday.

Lin Guang walked up to her and hugged her.

"Yes, you happened to be out shopping last time you came back, so I didn't run into you. I'm a little disappointed. I brought you some Longmen's herbal wine for traumatic injuries. Apply some on it after work, and you will feel much better."

In front of the servants, Lin Guang did not have the slightest bit of airs of a young lady, but was very friendly and loved by them. In front of her younger sisters, she was an elder sister worthy of admiration and respect, and a role model worthy of emulation.

It feels a bit like the protagonist of a novel.

If Gavial is the template for the protagonist of harem novels, then Lin Guang is no less. Feng Qingyu once read a lesbian harem novel with Lin Guang as the protagonist. Her harem includes Xia Guang, Whip Blade, Shining, and Nightingale. The subsequent plot development is even more outrageous, and even Kal'tsit bows down to Lin Guang's knight armor.

Yysy, Lin Guang does have attractive qualities and a cool personality, especially in his previous portraits. Although the initial portraits and the E2 portraits do not give you XP, in the "Maria Lin Guang" event, you can see illustrations of Lin Guang participating in the knight competition before, which is a scene that gives you XP.

Feng Qingyu's eyes wandered around, and from time to time they fell on Lin Guang's aunt, Bian Ren. She really wanted to put her cold face on Bian Ren's hot butt to wash her face, after all, it was full of water and could quench her thirst after washing her face.

Whip Blade's gaze happened to look over here and met Feng Qingyu's eyes.

"What's wrong? Miss Kuroba, is there anything on me?"

She noticed that Feng Qingyu's gaze lingered on her for a long time, so she took out a small mirror to look at herself and found no dirt on her face.

"Ah... It's okay. You look very clean and have a nice scent. I think it's the lily of the valley perfume from Chanel."

Feng Qingyu had seen this perfume on Zilan and Qinliu's dressing tables. It had a fresh and elegant scent that was easy to identify and would not cause olfactory pollution.

"Not bad, you guessed it right away. I thought Miss Kuroba was a thick-skinned girl, the same type as my Margaret. Don't be fooled by Margaret's clever appearance. She is totally clueless in this area, not sophisticated at all, and doesn't even know how to dress herself up."

Whip Blade used three "no"s in a row to deny her lovely niece, which shows that she has a great opinion of Lin Guang, but it is only limited to dressing herself up.

In comparison, my aunt is much more refined in Whip Blade. It is said that she spends money lavishly, but her small treasury is always empty.

Feng Qingyu had a general idea of ​​what this meant. He even wanted to kneel down, hug Whip Blade's thigh and say, "Rich woman, I don't want to work hard anymore."

Considering it was embarrassing, she refrained from saying anything.

However, more embarrassing things were yet to come. Feng Qingyu seemed to be possessed by the pear god. As he walked forward, he accidentally stepped on a smooth floor tile, and then the classic scene happened - he fell flat on his face.

She usually walks very steadily, but today, for some reason, she slipped.

This fall was incredible, he fell directly on the girl like the protagonist of a harem novel, and there was a bonus. Whip Blade fell on his back, and Feng Qingyu's face hit the annular muscle exactly, and the taste buds and the annular muscle fluid came into brief contact.

The whip blade is now in the hollow position, so this phenomenon occurs.

How should I put it, it's very interesting.

The taste of the annular muscle fluid was similar to the sour mineral water that Kal'tsit fed her, both with a hint of sourness. The sourness varied from person to person, and this time it was a little stronger.