Guide To Save The Yandere Villains Chapter 118: Taming a big devil (13)

Si Tu lowered his head and fiddled with the tassels hanging from his waist, but he didn't see the light flashing in Ella's eyes.

Oh, so she was just praising her own vision.

A waste of emotion.

"There are less than five hours before the dinner party, my baby, you should take a good rest."

Ella glanced at the golden clock on the wall and urged her to go upstairs to rest.

Si Tu: Didn't she just wake up?

System: This is probably the daily life of the aristocratic Miss Ogris.

Back to the room, Sam followed behind her, quietly like a lifeless log.

Lying in front of the window, Si Tu put his palms outside, feeling the cool autumn breeze.

"Master, I will catch a cold."

A magnetic and deep voice sounded, but it lost its former spirit.

"Don't take my mother's words to heart."

Situ can guess what Aila can say.

It's nothing more than aristocrats and slaves, status and status.

Picking up the cloak from the clothes post in the room, Thasim gently covered her body with it.

"If the master doesn't care, I don't care."

Looking at her tender neck, Sasim's Adam's apple rolled unconsciously.

The presumptuous look in his eyes would only come quietly when Si Tu turned his back to him.

Oh, don't you care?

If you don't care, there will be ghosts, so the blackening value is in vain?

Si Tu's room is on the third floor, through the bright window, he can overlook half of the royal city.

You can even see the slums at a glance.

The slum area and the aristocratic area are clearly separated, as if they are two straight lines that will never intersect.

"Sasim, what does the world you expect look like?"

Whether it is devastated and howling everywhere, or prosperous and peaceful, peaceful and prosperous.

But thinking of the doomsday in six months, Si Tu felt that this question was extremely ridiculous.

The world has never treated him kindly, so what right does she have to ask him to repay grievances with kindness.

It's not that she hasn't been to the arena, and the living conditions there don't allow him to have the slightest soft-heartedness.

Looking at the white pigeons flying by under the blue sky, Si Tu sighed,

"Forget it, this question is meaningless."

Following her line of sight, Sam fell into deep thought and blurted out,

"I don't have the world I expected. For me, whether the world is good or bad has nothing to do with me."

Because there is nothing to read, there is nothing to love.

But looking at the depressed girl sitting in front of the window, Sa Sim's heart that has been frozen for many years has a crack.

He didn't want to upset her.

Perhaps, her existence in this world can be reluctantly accepted.

"This world is really terrible."

Si Tu whispered.

Classes are distinct, and people are divided into high and low from birth, and they can't even get rid of the shackles of identity for a lifetime.

This kind of life has no meaning in existence.

"No, at least I met you, it's not too bad."

She stretched out her hand at the moment of his life and death, and led him out of that cannibalistic hell.

Facing the morning sun, the young man's black eyes gleamed brightly, and his angelic face was pure and harmless.

He was a completely different person from Sa Sim, who was covered in other people's blood in Si Tu's memory.

Feeling the hesitation in the host's heart, the system promptly sent warmth to the door.

So the host wants to kill him?

Aware of a scorching gaze on his fragile neck, Si Tu gritted his teeth.

It should be done

Those eyes were so dazzling that Si Tu fell into them almost instantly.

"Someone said, your eyes are beautiful?"

Sasim bent over, white gloves touched her smooth cheeks, those eyes still exuded a unique charm.

Looking at each other, Sasim was fascinated by those eyes, which were like shining jewels.

He is willing to go through fire and water for the owner of these eyes, no matter what.

Surrender to her skirt, willing to be driven.

Slapping his hand away with a slap, Si Tu's eyes quickly recovered.

This guy is the reincarnation of a vixen, so he can seduce people.

System: Why don't you say that you lack concentration?

"Is it pretty? That's not yours either!"

He said this before at the award ceremony in the main hall.

Heh, what's the use of being pretty, if you're still strangled to death by him.

The warmth from the fingertips suddenly dissipated, and Samuel suddenly felt lost, his black eyes glowing with lost glazed brilliance.

"I'm going to take a break."

Thinking of the pain of suffocation, Si Tu didn't want to see him, and immediately issued an order to evict him.

Sasim got up slowly, and a tall figure walked out of the room.

Click——, the door is closed.

Sasim leaned against the cold wall, took off his white gloves, and revealed the fingertips that touched Situ's cheek just now, his eyes were dark.

Licking her fingertips with the tip of her tongue, it seems that there is still a unique cold fragrance on her body.

His kitty pushed him away, which is really bad.

However, it's time for him to seriously consider Alice's suggestion.

Under the darkness, the entire royal city was brightly lit, and the area where the nobles lived looked extremely lively.

The banquet hosted by Miss Agatha Beta invited almost all the nobles in the royal city.

Participating in banquets seems to have become a compulsory course for these nobles to pass the boring time.

Dozens of luxurious carriages were parked in front of Beta Manor.

Just one common part of the carriage is enough to buy a month's food for a poor family.

"This is Miss Situ's carriage, it looks magnificent."

Naturally, the so-called upper-class nobles are also divided into different classes.

The Magritte family was lucky to be in the front row.

"Hey, why is there another car behind?"

The noble ladies chatted in low voices, full of curiosity.

"It is said that an unexpected visitor came to Magritte Manor two days ago. I guess this is her distant cousin."

The girl in the yellow skirt pretended to be surprised and covered her mouth with a handkerchief,

"What kind of distant cousin, she can't be Count Magritte's illegitimate daughter."

Distant relatives don't have the treatment to fit into their circle.

Alice's ability to come to the banquet is enough to prove that her identity is not simple.

All these whispers naturally fell into Situ's ears.

Heh, do you have nothing else to do all day, so free?

Sasim stepped out of the carriage first and attracted everyone's attention as soon as he appeared on the stage.

"Which noble's young master is this, why have I never seen it in Wangcheng?"

The girl's shyness and admiration are self-evident, but she was quickly ridiculed by the girl in the yellow dress,

"Young master, he is just a slave who crawled out of the arena."

Even if he suddenly becomes a deacon, it still can't change the humble blood in his bones.

Sasim's lowered eyes were full of bloodthirsty dark light, but his wrist was wrapped in warmth.

Holding his wrist, Situ gracefully stepped out of the carriage with her skirt lifted.

No matter when, her exquisite dress can always attract the attention of noble girls in the royal city, and a new trend will rise in the royal city