This villain's style is crooked

A small dagger was ruthlessly pierced into César's wrist, stirring vigorously.

Blood dripped down.

Lu Cha, whose neck was strangled by him, turned red, but his eyes were strangely bright.

César let go of his hand stiffly.

Lu Cha slipped on the ground, coughing violently.

She came out to look for food just now, and found that César's condition was not right, so she came to check, who would have thought that he would be choked by the neck suddenly.

The little villain hasn't been to Fang Jiewa for three days - he deserves a beating!

Lu Cha's body suddenly flew into the air.

As if he couldn't feel it, César completely pierced through the dagger on his wrist, hugged Lucha to the bed and sat down.

Immediately, he knelt by her lap and bowed his head to apologize:

"I'm sorry Miss An, I had a nightmare just now and accidentally hurt you."

"Please lower your punishment."

He thought that he was still in that cold and dark fog.

"Raise your hand." The girl's hoarse voice came.

Cesare complied meekly.

The dagger on the wrist was pulled out by Lu Cha, leaving a horrible blood hole.

The blood rushed out, but in the next second, it was covered with golden light, and the wound recovered as before.

Doubt flashed in César's eyes.

Miss An, don't punish him?

Deer Tea used the healing technique to eliminate the pain in the neck, and then rubbed César's head.

Hair is surprisingly soft.

"I heard that after having a nightmare, if someone pats the head, you can sleep well."

Cesare was taken aback.

The girl with her back to the moonlight had soft brows and eyes, a gentleness he had never seen before.

She, coaxing herself?

César, who had never been treated like this before, was at a loss for the first time, his body froze, and Lu Cha rubbed his head. .

It was like a big dog that had been wandering all the time, and was suddenly patted on the head by a passerby, feeling uncomfortable.

But for that warmth, a trace of greed arose.

"Nothing." Lu Cha squeezed César's cheek hard:

"You hurt me so much."

"You will be punished to watch by my bed tonight, and you must finish sewing the little pockets of your skirt."

"I'll check tomorrow morning."

Cecil didn't refuse.

After all, he almost killed Miss An.

Lucha ate a few mouthfuls of bread, then lay back on the bed.

César sat in a chair by her bed, with a thin needle in her left hand and a bundle of white thread in her right.

A skirt with deer tea on her knees.

After trying unsuccessfully during the day, he put the skirt into the closet, thinking that the next morning, before Miss An woke up, he would go to the tailor to solve it.

But now...

César took a deep breath, began to study how the front pockets on the skirt were sewn, and suddenly realized something.

The bright elements in the air seemed to disappear.

He closed his eyes perplexingly.

Only then did he realize that the originally floating light elements were slowly flowing into Lucha's body.

Obviously, she was practicing magic.

César opened his eyes and looked at the girl lying with her back to him.

Breathing steadily, it is a state of falling into dreamland.

Miss An, are you really asleep?

César slowly stretched out his hand, the long needle between his fingers reflected a cold light.

But when he was about to touch Lu Cha's quilt, he withdrew his hand, inexplicably not wanting to test it.

Rare, so peaceful.

[Ding—the villain's favorability value +10, blackening value -5. 】

But Lucha, who was pretending to be asleep, remained motionless, feeling melancholy.

She cannot use dark magic in the Church of Light, otherwise she will be discovered by the bishop and other believers.

This is the only way to clear away the bright elements here, lest César remember the past again.

The system is suspicious: [When did you treat the villain so well? 】

After sleeping, the host changes? ? ?

Lu Cha is very honest: [I'm afraid that if he goes crazy again, I won't be able to help but kill him, and I will become the God of Darkness. 】

Being strangled really hurts!

system:"......"

Fairy farting - you are extraordinary!

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The deer tea boiled until dawn, and after making sure that César had gone to sleep in the outer hall, he fell asleep with peace of mind.

In less than an hour, he was woken up by a knock on the door.

&nnbsp;Faintly heard the voice of the believers coming from afar:

"Please inform Miss An Lucha to go to the church to be baptized now."

"If you are late, you will be deemed to have given up your candidature."

Lu Cha sat up sullenly.

She still killed the God of Light!

"Miss An, please have breakfast." César placed the plate on the table in the inner hall.

It's a cup of hot milk and a sandwich.

Looking at the radiant César, who didn't look tired at all, Lu Cha almost doubted her memory, and something went wrong.

Why didn't everyone sleep, but the little villain wasn't sleepy at all? ? ?

"The pockets of your skirt, I sewed them up last night, but they are a little ugly."

Lucha followed César's gaze.

The long white dress placed on the bed had a white pocket the size of a kettle at the hem of the skirt.

Stitched crookedly, but strong enough.

Lu Cha gave a thumbs up against his will: "It's beautiful!"

"Remember to sew pockets on my other dresses later."

"..." César felt his fingers start to ache again.

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Since César was a slave and was not qualified to go to church, Lucha went alone, yawning.

The noble ladies have already arrived at the church and have chosen their seats.

Seeing Lu Cha approaching, Na Lisha, who was sitting behind, waved to her:

"Miss An Lucha, I took a seat for you, here."

Facing Na Lisha's pleasant smile, Lu Cha's sleepiness was reduced by half in an instant, and she sat beside her.

At the same time, the bishop also entered the church.

The so-called baptism is that the bishop took a golden bowl, sprinkled a few drops of holy water on everyone's eyebrows, and then began to tell the story of the God of Light.

Lu Cha felt drowsy after hearing it, and in the end, he simply leaned against the back of the chair to catch up on sleep.

Seeing the faint blue under Lu Cha's eyes, it should be that she didn't rest well last night, so Na Lisha quietly changed to the seat in front to cover it for her.

Unexpectedly, this scene was seen by a noble lady who was nearby, and she immediately reported it:

"Master Bishop! An Lucha is sleeping!"