After Being Forced To Raise a Crazy Milk Dog, I Am So Fragrant

Following Cen Qing's gaze, Lu Zhiyao recited his lines and explained,

"I heard that the Earl likes to use young girls' skins as decorations the most. Even the lampshade of the bedside lamp is made of a young girl's skin."

Cen Qing's heart trembled.

The blood is real, let alone this piece of human skin?

Through the light of the fire, Cen Qing could still see the skin that had just been peeled off...

Clear pores.

These lunatics...

"Maybe I liked it before, but now... I don't like it anymore."

Cen Qing covered the tip of his nose with a clean white handkerchief, with a disgusted expression on his face.

Raising a high-pitched tone, Cen Qing replied to Aisha's question just now,

"With honored guests here, let's skip the shower tonight, and put away all these human skins."

Thinking that it was peeled off from a living person, Cen Qing's back broke out in cold sweat.

Fortunately, everything here is an illusion, otherwise she really couldn't bear it.

"Why are you standing there? Didn't you hear the Earl's order?"

Aisha was very respectful to Cen Qing, but when she turned her head away, she changed her face.

It would not be an exaggeration to say that it is vicious.

And the boy who was reprimanded by her lowered his head, the black hair on his forehead blocked his eyes.

The movement neatly removed the human skin from the cross, as if this was a perfectly normal thing.

Cen Qing's eyes fell on the white bandage wrapped around his wrist.

I vaguely feel that the figure of this young man is somewhat familiar, but I really can't remember it for a while.

"Now that the underground of the castle has been visited, let's go back first."

Fresh blood tumbling in the bath, and a strong smell of blood wafting in the air.

All of them were challenging Cen Qing's fragile nerves.

Winking at Lu Zhiyao, Cen Qing wanted her to continue the topic.

In this way, they can successfully complete the plot and get out of the body.

However, since the theme of this cosplay was the earl's afternoon tea, the highlight was still the afternoon tea.

How could they really escape unscathed?

"The Earl seems to have forgotten to entertain distinguished guests with the famous gift of our manor."

Aisha forcibly reversed the plot and continued walking in the direction of the script.

"Tomorrow's reception will be the same, don't you see that my distinguished guest is getting tired?"

Cen Qing frowned tightly, dissatisfied with Aisha's interruption.

The sixth sense told her that this gift must not be a good thing.

"What do you think, Viscountess Hamill?"

Aisha didn't answer Cen Qing's words directly, but threw the question to Lu Zhiyao again.

"Since you are so kind to invite me, how can I have the nerve to refuse it?"

Lu Zhiyao performed a standard court salute to Cen Qing.

It's just that the smile on his face doesn't look so relaxed.

Presumably she also knew what kind of disgusting thing this gift would be.

Exhaling heavily, Cen Qing looked around.

With a solid wall, she has no place to run even if she runs.

Besides, can she escape from this mental hospital?

The human skin of the cross has been removed by the teenager.

Since it aroused the disgust of the Earl, it was naturally burned to the ground.

The young man looked down at the ashes of the human skin in the fireplace, and returned to Cen Qing's side obediently.

But before Cen Qing could see his appearance clearly with the help of the firelight, he saw a group of servants walking towards her holding a box that was steaming from the cold.

The servant knelt down at Cen Qing's feet, raised the box above his head, with a devout expression.

It's like worshiping a god.

Before Cen Qing could make a move, the young man next to him slashed his left arm with a dagger.

The blood suddenly surged like a column.

The box was opened by the teenager, and inside was a cube of ice.

Warm and fresh blood was poured on it, alternating hot and cold, and layers of cold air emerged.

Sensing Cen Qing's puzzled eyes, Lu Zhiyao frowned and said,

"Use human blood to melt the ice to be worthy of the gift from the Earl."

She has read the script and knows how perverted this role-playing is.

It's just that he didn't expect Cen Qing to endure until now.

Could she really treat everything that happened before as if it never happened?

Maybe Lu Zhiyao's gaze was too intense, or maybe she couldn't accept blood anymore.

Cen Qing walked up to the boy and stopped him from making another wound.

"I need the blood of a young girl, not a random slave!"

"Master Earl, have you forgotten that all the girls in the manor are already here?"

Aisha chuckled, pointing with her light white fingertips to the blood-filled bath in the center.

"So... I have to wrong you to use the slave's blood first."

Stepping forward to hold the dagger in the boy's hand, Aisha plunged the tip of the knife into his beating pulse little by little.

"The ice is melting, and I don't want to lose a slave who can grow roses."

Slapping Aisha's hand away, Cen Qing stepped forward and pulled the boy behind her.

"Since he is your slave, everything is at your disposal."

The dagger landed with a crisp sound.

Aisha still had a decent smile on her face, and took a few steps back.

Even though there were no new wounds, blood still scrambled from the boy's arm and flowed into the box.

The ice cubes melted little by little, revealing the carefully stored things inside.

The young man took the box from the servant, half-knelt in front of Cen Qing, lowered his eyes and said,

"Master, please enjoy your afternoon tea."

Jiang Ci didn't care about the wound on his arm, and just knelt on the cold marble floor, his expression difficult to discern.

And the moment he opened his mouth, Cen Qing recognized the young man in front of him.

This is... Jiang Ci!

The atmosphere in the air gradually froze, and the liquid from the melting ice slid down Jiang Ci's arm.

Mixed with blood, it fell to the ground tick-tock.

"Master Earl, this thing should be eaten while it is fresh."

Aisha reminded gently from the side.

It's just that in the tone, it is a force that cannot be refused.

Cen Qing came back to his senses, looked down at the things in the box, his pupils shrank suddenly——

"This familiar smell should have been quickly frozen shortly after it was dug out."

Aisha smiled all over her face, and even licked the corners of her chapped lips.

"Where did it come from..."

Cen Qing has been completely numb here, and the words he said have not passed through his brain.

Is this a role-playing game?

She would rather go back to the last illusion, that group of zombies is much cuter than this group of glamorous people!

Aisha didn't care about Cen Qing's pale face.

It turned out that Lord Earl's afternoon tea...

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