Guide To Save The Yandere Villains Chapter 113: Taming a big devil (8)

In the garden, the sunflowers are in full bloom, and several noble girls are sitting together, chatting and laughing happily.

"I heard that Agatha invited Situ this time."

Camilla, who was wearing a pink gauze dress, was using tea, with a contemptuous tone.

"Oh, my God of Light, shouldn't she hang out with that slave now?"

The red-haired girl screamed in disbelief.

Agatha, who stepped into the garden, frowned when she heard the discussion between the two,

"Fuck! Dear Amanda, this is not a word that a lady can say."

Amanda: Didn't you say that too?

Agatha: I'm not a lady.

"I would like to advise you, don't let Situ hear these words, the Magritte family is not easy to mess with."

Before Agatha was seated, a bright voice came from behind.

"What don't you want me to hear?"

The girl wore a white one-shoulder gauze dress, and the jewels around her neck shone brightly in the sunlight.

For Si Tu's beauty, these aristocratic girls are a bit fatigued.

Looking at Sasim next to the girl, his pupils shrank slightly.

Is this the little slave brought back from the arena?

Every move reveals excellent self-cultivation, even this face is very handsome.

No wonder Si Tu has been treating him like a treasure.

Passing around a few people, Si Tu sat directly opposite them with an elegant posture.

The maid had to bring her a cup of black tea at the right time, but was stopped by Sam beside her.

With white gloves under her sight, Sasim put the teacup in front of her smoothly.

"Tea please, my dear master."

That respectful and obedient gesture made all the noble ladies present look envious.

Si Tu scooped some rose sauce with a silver spoon, and lowered his head to reveal his slender neck.

After taking a sip, he hooked his index finger again.

Sasim bent down and listened carefully to his master's instructions.

"From now on outside, just call me Miss."

Master or something, it's shameful to shout outside.

System: Heh, it turns out that the host is still shameless.

"Okay, my dear Miss Situ."

There was a decent smile on the corner of Sasim's mouth, and those star-like eyes made everyone present fascinated.

Lifting up the hem of the skirt, Si Tu stood up, still elegant,

"Let me introduce to you, this is my deacon, Sam."

Looking around, Si Tu pretended to be distressed, and added,

"That's the little slave you were talking about just hanging out with me."

The guilty Camilla paused slightly with the hand holding the teacup, spilled the black tea, and burned her fingertips.

"Oh, my God of Light, it's really terrible."

Seeing her embarrassing movements, Si Tu's red lips curled up,

"Compared to these, I think your pink dress is even worse. Maybe dark colors will suit you better."

Camila's complexion is dark, no matter what methods she tried, she couldn't make her skin look as fair and tender as Situ's.

But, she also likes pink.

Camila hates people to use her skin color as a talking point, so she can't choose what to say,

"Oh, the eldest daughter of Magritte, who is as noble as you, actually fell in love with a lowly slave. You are the one who should be ridiculed the most."

Ignoring the tea stains on her dress, Camilla vented her anger, not paying attention to that cold, snake-like gaze.

"Shut up!"

Seeing that her banquet was ruined, Agatha also lost her good temper.

"You were the one who talked about Chestu first, Camilla, pick up your training that fell on the ground."

Knowing that she was rude, Camilla flushed with shame and left the garden with an excuse.

"Well, the sunflowers are really blooming."

It is like a life in full bloom, flamboyant and bright.

Si Tu took a sip of black tea, admiring the view of the garden in a good mood.

"It's not as good as those red roses in your backyard."

To know the red rose varieties grown in the Magritte family estate, they are the only ones.

The two flattered each other, leaving Amanda aside.

"Speaking of which, what are you looking for this time?"

This post is not a free gift, Si Tu does not believe that Agatha would ask her for tea for no reason.

"Oh, my God of Light, you are such a clever little ghost."

Taking out the bronzing invitation letter from the silver tray, Agatha pretended to be mysterious,

"This banquet was entrusted to me by a nobleman, you must give me this face."

Si Tu has always been impatient with noble banquets, and when he was about to decline politely, he met Agatha's watery green eyes.

"My dear Si Tu, you can't bear to let me take care of these things alone, can you?"

Si Tu: Straight daughter, please don't cue, thank you.

The host promised her that the hero will appear at this banquet

Holding her hand, Si Tu pretended to be happy,

"Oh, it is my honor to help the beautiful Miss Agatha."

Getting her affirmative reply, Agatha was relieved.

Going back to the carriage, Si Tu didn't see those impolite door servants.

It must have been disposed of by Agatha.

Agatha didn't hold any banquet before, what's going on?

Maybe it's the butterfly effect of the rebirth of the host, didn't the hero show his face before?

Seeing that she was lost in thought, Samuel spoke in time, and his magnetic voice made Situ dazzle,

"Master, do you need me to do something?"

He was referring to those two people who spoke disrespectfully to Si Tu.

Killer, he is an expert.

Raising his foggy eyes, Si Tu wondered,

"You just need to follow me to the banquet."

What else does he want to do as a deacon?

"I can help the master solve some troubles."

Especially those talkative people, they shouldn't live in this world.

Sasim's voice was very soft, but Kesta was still keenly aware of the killing intent in it.

He didn't want to kill Amanda and the others, did he?

Yes

The system answered cheerfully, the villain is finally going to find his place again!

The chill covered her whole body, and Si Tu's fingertips trembled slightly, but she still couldn't get rid of that **** nightmare.

"Master, it seems a little cold."

Taking off his white gloves, Sasim half-kneeled in front of Situ, and said in a low voice,

"Please forgive my offense, dear master."

The big palm wrapped her palm, and Sasim lowered his head to breathe for her.

The expression is docile and the attitude is respectful.

Kestu knows that in his bones, he is an out-and-out bloodthirsty demon king.

Situ wanted to withdraw his palm, but Sasim knew her intention in advance and held it tightly.

"Master, it's better to be good."

There was a harmless smile on the corner of Sam's mouth, and a pair of shining black eyes stared straight at her, dangerous and charming.

Si Tubie started, the desire to struggle was extinguished just like that.

To be honest, she was a little timid.

The palm was wrapped by his scorching big palm, and the heat kept coming, making Si Tu's cheeks a little red.

There is also a feeling of inexplicable shame.