Chapter 897: God’s descent (4)
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The man who was standing beside the girl noticed that the two scumbags had touched Fu Shang’s Cape.
Cyril’s straight brows furrowed slightly.
He took off Fu Shang’s cloak and looked into Fu Shang’s eyes with a gentle and perfect smile.
“Master, this cloak is dirty.”
He snapped his slender fingers.
The cloak in cylaire’s hand caught on fire and instantly turned to ashes.
“?!” Fu Shang was shocked.
What did she just see?
Aweso idea, brother!
So, the two people just now were also taken care of by this person?
Fu Shang was speechless.
Oh, my strange knowledge has increased.
It was already late at night and the weather was cold. It was inevitable that it would be a little cold. Anyway, Fu min shivered violently and goosebumps appeared on his arms.
It was frozen.
Cylaire noticed it, and his blue eyes flickered. He tilted his head slightly as if he was thinking about what to do.
He raised his slender finger.
He unbuttoned his coat.
One, two…
Cylaire raised his arm, grabbed Fu min’s hand, and pulled her toward him. He wrapped the girl in his coat, and simply put, he held her in his arms.
The two of them were tightly pressed together.
Fu Shang was not sure if it was an illusion, but she subconsciously hugged cylaire’s waist and accidentally touched it… The lines of his ABS under the shirt were firm and beautiful.
“Master, you won’t feel cold anymore, right?”
The blonde beauty asked obediently.
Fu Shang was speechless.
So this was a way to get warm?
Uh… This thod did seem a little strange. Yes, it was strange.
“Don’t be afraid, silaire will take you ho now.”
He said.
A hexagonal star formation suddenly lit up beneath their feet.
After the light flashed.
There was no one there… The only thing left was the cold and dark alley that was blown by the wind.
*
In the blink of an eye.
Cylaire carried Fu Shang back to an exquisite and gorgeous house.
At first glance, it was a room with a European classical style.
Layers upon layers of dark-colored curtains embroidered with dark golden threads showed that the owner of the house was very wealthy. There were huge oil paintings hanging on the walls, the floor was made of unknown Jade, and the blazing fla in the fireplace seed a little warm at this mont. Everything was old-school and quiet.
The man let go of the girl in his arms and took a step back. He buttoned up his coat one by one and returned to his perfect gentlemanly appearance. He bowed slightly to Fu Shang.
He crossed his hand in front of his chest and made a standard gentlemanly gesture.
“Master, I’ve offended you just now.”
Fu Shang’s ears turned red and she took a deep breath, ” “I’m fine. You can leave first. I want to be alone.”
I’ll quietly receive the storyline.
“Yes,” Cyril replied.
He left the room in a gentlemanly and humble manner, but there was still one thing that Fu Shang could not figure out… Who was this person? he really didn’t look like a servant.
Fu min stayed in the bedroom and received the mory.
The original body’s na was kleya, the youngest daughter of the Empire’s Duke of White Rose. She was also the daughter he disliked the most.
The reason was simple.
This was because the original body was an unexpected product.
Once, when he was drunk, the Duke of White Rose raped a beautiful civilian woman, and that was how kroya was born.
The old-fashioned Duke of White Rose, who attached great importance to the concept of hierarchy, could not accept that he had made such a mistake. Therefore, he also took his anger out on the original body and her mother, and had always treated them coldly.
Of course, all of this could be discussed later.
That was because there was one thing that Fu min couldn’t accept.
And that was…
Cylaire was the outrageously handso young man from earlier.
He was a machine.
Fu Shang was speechless.
Wasn’t it the Western fantasy plane?
Why did it suddenly beco about interstellar machines?
It didn’t make sense.
Robots or sothing…
Fu Shang felt a headache.
Little Tian Tian was a robot. How was she supposed to date a robot…
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