kvmb Chapter 400 Do you want to control me?
Chapter 400 Do you want to control me?
Miya Xing does not believe it is related to "the rabbit dies and the fox grieves".
One of the main tasks he was responsible for in the Council of Elders over the years was to sign various small magical contracts with the leaders of different regions of the Dark Clan.
Therefore, he knew better than anyone that not a single word uttered by these Dark Clan members was credible.
The Dark Emperor used magic on her, wanting her unwavering loyalty and to unleash her bloodthirsty side.
Yes, it's very obvious they want her dead, but they also want to squeeze every last bit of value out of her before she dies.
He had never seen her seriously fight with anyone.
"Even without the Dark Emperor's magic, he's still reckless and doesn't care about his life."
He thought of their last meeting in the dark lair.
"...I can't think about it anymore."
There's a camera installed in his head; some things are better left unthought.
Was her inability to say much to him in this situation also because...?
Oh, no.
It's just a matter of distrust.
Reason makes it difficult for him to deceive himself in certain matters.
These spirit stone forms don't care about other people's lives, nor do they care about their own.
Or rather, it is precisely because they don't value their own lives that they are even less likely to care about the lives of others.
Where is there any sorrow for the death of a rabbit or a fox?
"What kind of amusement does the Soul Summoning Demon King want to see?"
Books with good markings are easy to flip through.
He spends more time thinking about where the limits of the system are, and how the person in bed occasionally wakes up and interrupts him, claiming that he is disturbing her.
Miya Xing responded indifferently, ignoring her, and only asked her if she wanted to drink some magic potion.
Rui Bu Si didn't speak.
She soon fell into a deep sleep again.
He knew she was just looking for trouble when she woke up because she had nothing better to do than provoke him.
"The peace I feel when I'm with the Dark Emperor is not because the Dark Emperor has any calming magic."
It is the effect of the stubborn stone of the dark moon.
To break the spell the Dark Emperor cast on her, the Moonstone is also needed.
The Dark Emperor cannot be lent out.
He didn't even consider that idea.
"How far should we go to alleviate the symptoms?"
I learned about her schedule in recent years during a conversation with Carrington.
So busy.
It resembles the Bloodstone of Reincarnation even more than the gloomy Duchess.
It's just that there's no reincarnation, only going around and around.
No wonder she developed such a strong aversion to going to work later on.
"If she takes too many detours, she'll recover and become too lazy to do missions."
this is not good.
This could lead to some things getting out of control.
"What are you talking about with my body?"
She didn't know when she woke up again.
His eyes were open, showing no sign of sleepiness, as if he had only closed his eyes and had not actually fallen asleep.
Miya Xing no longer considered that she was picking a fight.
He probably knew that she kept waking up because his presence here was too strong.
Going back to the root of the problem, it's that she doesn't trust him right now.
But given that she either attacks him or runs off to the Quark tribe to her death whenever she gets some rest, it's probably best if she doesn't get any proper rest.
"I'm wondering what your driving envoy looks like."
She sat up, drank some water, and yawned.
Are you unusually tired?
She glanced at him, suspecting that Mi Yaxing had secretly given her some magic potion while she was asleep, but then she thought that she wouldn't be that bad at being vigilant.
"Wasn't the experience last time enough?"
I'm so tired, I don't even have the strength to speak.
Otherwise, I really want to do something to him.
What do you want to do?
do not know.
In short, I really disliked how effortlessly he spoke to her.
“It’s different.” He tentatively inserted the elixir into her body, and even as he touched the tip, her reaction was intense.
Miya Xing, having anticipated this, held her down as she tried to jump out of bed.
"what are you up to?"
“Lord Demon Lord,” he said, his eyes meeting directly as he spoke in a seductive tone, without his glasses on, “do you want to control me?”
Suddenly, I felt my heart skip a beat.
See, he knows it.
Miya Xing laughed: "Shall we sign a magic contract? You accept my command of the scroll, and I'll let you control me."
He spoke very softly.
Like the devil whispering seductive words in the dead of night.
It is precisely because he speaks softly that the person he is talking to will listen carefully to what he is saying.
The Dark Race and the Quark Race can transform into each other.
The five-star scroll can even purify the most evil dark energy in the world.
He was no longer the Cute Knight, and he was all alone. His magical expertise didn't lie in magic, unlike Elder Kendrick who could completely purify a Dark Clan member's magic scroll.
Isn't that perfect?
"Ok?"
The desolation obscured the thoughts in Miya's mind.
She tilted her head to look at the table, which was covered with messy books and scattered manuscript papers filled with incomprehensible formulas.
From any perspective, this deal seemed like a sure thing for her.
Just a little.
"Why sign a magical contract?" She blinked and smiled innocently. "Don't you trust me enough?"
"Of course I trust you," she said, knowing that Mia Xingchao believed she would go back on her word, even when she was cheating in a game. "Remember to sign a higher-level magic contract."
Healthy people always have an advantage over patients.
She has always been pragmatic and has not done anything outrageous so far that would make him actually tie her up.
They did not call for a group beating.
"Go to sleep first. I'll write out the contents of the magic contract and then show it to you."
"I can't sleep comfortably with you next to me."
“Yeah,” he knew, “you’ll get used to it.”
What if I don't want to get used to it?
"Can I make you another potion? Would you like some?" He seemed to know what she was going to say and that she wouldn't choose the potion. "Sleep well."
Why would she want to drink something that was deliberately made to taste bad, especially a concentrated version?
If she hadn't wanted to avoid throwing up on the bed, she wouldn't have drunk it even once the first time.
Her displeasure was evident on her face.
“You can’t beat me until the scroll is restored.” He said, while tidying her hair.
Well, if you're not happy, then you're not happy.
There are many things she doesn't like.
We can use this blackmail as long as we can; it won't be easy to use the warrant again once she recovers.
Do you need me to tell you a bedtime story to help you fall asleep?
"No, listening to you gives me a headache."
"My voice has this kind of magical power?"
“No, it’s just that it doesn’t sound good. It only sounds good when you cry,” she said very seriously. “When you’re not crying, I really wish you were mute.”
"You only speak nicely when you want something from me."
"Let me put it nicely now, can we not sign the magic contract?"
"No."
"What a pity. I didn't think of this before. I should have taken advantage of that good opportunity to beg you to sign it, and said a few more words of 'good boy' and 'obedient,' and maybe I could have signed something else."
...Mi Yaxing gritted his teeth.
He didn't want to think about the embarrassing things at all.
"That's your magic at work."
"Really? My magic has this effect? Thank you for telling me."
After she finished speaking, her expression changed: "Miya Star."
"what happened?"
Why are you suddenly so serious? Is something wrong with you...?
"I love you."
He was startled.
"See? It wasn't my magic. Magic was just a catalyst; your will was never strong to begin with."
"Don't say things like that to people casually."
"Can't I just tell you anything?"
Before he could answer, she continued, "But your ears are already red, I don't know when they started turning red," she was too sleepy to notice details, "and your face is a little red too. Can't you feel the temperature?"
"...I felt it, you made me angry."
"That's good, it makes me feel much better after teasing you a bit."
Saying a few words and gaining a verbal advantage improves one's mood, making one more willing to sleep.
Having achieved its main objective, Miya Xing paused in her steps as she returned to the table.
He squinted, casually picked up an empty beaker from the table, filled it with a little of his own juice, and tossed it forward. Instantly, the beaker was locked in place by a dark aura.
After putting on his glasses, he turned his head and said, "Xu Jinzhao said you shouldn't use magic scrolls until your injuries are fully healed; and until your injuries are healed and your magic scrolls are fully restored, you should avoid using random magic. I've said that before..."
She rolled over and covered her ears: "You're so noisy, I don't know anything, I'm a patient, patients need to sleep."
Where do all these underhanded tricks come from, used against him every day?
But at least it's starting to resemble its former lively self.
Why is this so?
Oh, besides the exhaustion from overworking her body and exhausting herself with the scrolls, which overwhelmed the Dark Emperor's magic and its call to her bloodthirsty nature, there was also—
The two sips of concentrated potion she drank contained his secret formula.
Otherwise, why make it taste so awful?
He's way past the age of resorting to such childish methods of revenge.