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Chapter 113: Taming a Great Demon King (8)
In the garden, the sunflowers were in full bloom, and several noble girls were sitting together, chatting and laughing.
"I heard that Agatha also invited Si Tu this time."
Camilla, wearing a pink gauze dress, served tea with a contemptuous tone.
"Oh my god of light, shouldn't she be hanging out with that slave now?"
The red-haired girl exclaimed in surprise.
Agatha, who stepped into the garden, raised her eyebrows when she heard the two of them talking.
"Fucking! Dear Amanda, that's not a word a lady can say."
Amanda: Didn't you say it too?
Agatha: I'm not a lady.
"I advise you, these words should not be heard by Si Tu, 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 was wearing a white one-shoulder gauze dress, and the jewelry around her neck shone in the sunlight.
For Si Tu's beauty, these noble girls are a little tired of aesthetics.
His eyes fell on Sasm, who was beside the girl, and his pupils shrank.
Is this the little slave brought back from the arena?
Every move reveals excellent cultivation, and even this face is very handsome.
No wonder Si Tu has been treating him like a baby.
Passing around a few people, Situ 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 Sasm beside her.
With white gloves in sight, Sasm placed the teacup in front of her smoothly.
"Please have tea, my dear master."
That respectful and obedient gesture made all the ladies present look envious.
Situ used a silver spoon to dig some rose sauce, and lowered his head to reveal his thin white neck.
After taking a sip, he hooked his index finger at him again.
Sasm bent down and listened to his master's instructions.
"When you're outside in the future, just call me miss."
Master or something, it's embarrassing to shout outside.
System: Oh, it turns out that the host still needs a face.
"Okay, my dear Miss Situ."
There was a decent smile on the corner of Sasm's mouth, and those star-like eyes made everyone present fall into a daze.
Lifting the skirt, Situ stood up, still elegant,
"Introduction to everyone, this is my deacon, Sasm."
Looking around, Si Tu pretended to be distressed and added,
"That's the little slave who was hanging out with me in your mouth just now."
With a guilty conscience, Camilla held up the teacup with a slight pause, and poured out the black tea, her fingertips were also scalded.
"Oh, my god of light, it's just awful."
Seeing her embarrassed movements, Situ's red lips curled up,
"Compared to these, I think the worst thing is your pink dress. Maybe dark colors will suit you better."
Camilla has a dark complexion, and no matter what method she tried, she couldn't make her skin look as white and tender as Situ.
However, she also likes pink.
Camilla hates people to talk about her skin color the most, and she speaks at random.
"Heh, Magritte's eldest daughter, as noble as you, actually likes 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 any attention to the icy snake-like gaze.
"Shut up!"
Seeing her banquet being destroyed, Agatha lost her temper.
"You were the one who started talking about cheese, Camilla, pick up your training that fell to the ground."
Knowing that she was rude, Camilla blushed with shame and left the garden for an excuse.
"Well, these sunflowers are really blooming."
It's like a life in full bloom, flamboyant.
Si Tu took a sip of the black tea, enjoying the garden view in a good mood.
"Not as good as those red roses in your backyard."
To know the red rose varieties planted in the Magritte family estate, they are the only one.
The two touted each other and put Amanda aside.
"Speaking of which, what do you have to do with me this time?"
This post is not for nothing, Situ does not believe that Agatha will ask her for tea without any reason.
"Oh, my God of Light, you are such a clever little ghost."
Taking out the bronzing invitation from the silver tray, Agatha pretended to be mysterious,
"This banquet was entrusted to me by a noble person. You must give me this face."
Si Tu has always been impatient with noble banquets, but just as he was about to decline, he met Agatha's watery blue eyes.
"My dear Situ, you can't bear to let me take care of this by myself?"
Situ: Straight daughter, don't cue, thank you.
The host promised her that the male protagonist would appear at this banquet
Holding her hand, Si Tu pretended to be happy,
"Oh, it's my honor to be able to help the beautiful Miss Agatha."
Agatha breathed a sigh of relief when she got her affirmative reply.
Back on the carriage, Situ did not see the rude servants.
It must have been dealt with by Agatha.
Agatha hasn't held any banquets before, what's going on?
Maybe it's the butterfly effect of the host's great rebirth. Didn't the male protagonist never show up before?
Seeing her in deep thought, Sasm spoke in time, his magnetic voice shook Si Tu,
"Master, do you need me to do something?"
He was referring to the two people who disrespected Si Tu.
Murder, he is a connoisseur.
Raising his misty eyes, Situ said strangely,
"You just need to follow me to the banquet."
What does he want as a deacon?
"I can help the master out of some troubles."
Especially those who talk a lot, they should not live in this world.
Sasm's voice was very soft, but Situ was still keenly aware of the killing intent.
He didn't want to kill Amanda and the others, did he?
yes
The system answered cheerfully, and the villain was finally about to find his place!
The chill creeped all over her body, and Situ's fingertips trembled slightly, but she still couldn't get rid of that bloody nightmare.
"Master, it seems a little cold."
Taking off his white gloves, Sasm half-knelt in front of Si Tu and said in a low voice,
"Please allow my offense, dear master."
The big palm wrapped around her palm, and Sasm lowered his head and breathed for her.
A docile look and a respectful demeanor.
But Situ knew that in his bones, he was a bloodthirsty demon king.
Si Tu wanted to withdraw his palm, but Sasm understood her intention in advance, and he held it tightly.
"Master, it's better to be good."
There was a harmless smile at the corner of Sasm's mouth, and a pair of shining black eyes stared straight at her, dangerous and charming.
Si Tu didn't start, and his thoughts of struggling were extinguished just like that.
To be honest, she's a little cowardly.
The palm of his hand was wrapped in his scorching big palm, and the heat kept coming, and Si Tu's cheeks were a little red.
There is also a sense of inexplicable shame.