Chapter 893： God drop (4) make up

The man stood next to the girl, and he noticed that Fu Yue's cloak had been touched by the two scumbags just now.

Ciller's sharp eyebrows frowned slightly.

He stretched out his hand and untied Fu Yue's cloak, facing Fu Yue's incomprehensible gaze, Cyler smiled softly and perfectly.

"Master, this cloak is dirty."

The slender finger snapped.

The cloak in Ciller's hand ignited a burst of fire and instantly turned to ashes.

Fu Yue: "?!"

What did she see?

That's awesome, brother!

So, those two people were also solved by this person just now?

Fu Yue: "..."

Oh, the weird knowledge has grown.

It was late at night, and the sky was very cold and dew, and it was inevitable that it would be a little cold. Anyway, Fu Yue shivered violently and got goose bumps on her arms.

Frozen.

Ciller noticed, his blue eyes flashed and his head tilted slightly, as if thinking about what to do.

Slender fingers lifted up.

Unbutton the jacket.

One, two...

Cyler raised his arm, pinched Fu Yue's hand, and pulled her towards herself, wrapped the girl in her coat, and in short, hugged her full of arms.

The bodies of the two were close to each other.

I don't know if it was Fu Yue's illusion, she subconsciously hugged Ciller's waist and accidentally touched it... The abdominal muscles under the shirt were strong and beautiful.

"Master, then you should not be cold?"

The blond beauty asked obediently.

Fu Yue: "..."

Is this a way of heating?

Um... This method seems a bit weird, yes, it's weird.

"Don't be afraid, Ciller will take you home."

Talking.

A six-pointed star array suddenly lit up under their feet.

After the light flashed.

The place was empty.... Only the cold and dark alleys blown by the wind.

In the blink of an eye.

Cyrel returned to an exquisite and gorgeous house while holding Fu Yue.

At first glance, this is completely a European classical style room.

Layers of dark curtains, with dark patterns embroidered with gold threads, show that the owner’s wealth is considerable. There are huge oil paintings hanging on the walls, and the ground is made of jade of unknown material. The blazing flames in the fireplace seemed warm at this moment, everything was old-fashioned and quiet.

The man let go of the girl in his arms, he took a step back, buttoned the buttons on his coat one by one, restored the appearance of the perfect gentleman, and slightly bent over to Fu Yue.

With a hand on his chest, he followed a standard gentleman manner.

"Master, just offended."

Fu Yue's ear tips turned red. She took a deep breath and said: "I'm fine, you should go out first. I want to be alone."

Receive the plot quietly.

Ciller: "Yes."

He retired, with a gentle and humble attitude, but Fu Yue still couldn't figure out one thing...Who was this man? He really didn't look like a servant.

Fu Yue stayed in this bedroom to receive the memory.

...

The original name was Cloya, she was the youngest daughter of the Duke of the White Rose of the Empire, and the daughter he least wanted to see.

the reason is simple.

Because the original body is simply an accidental product.

Once drunk, the Duke of White Rose seized a beautiful civilian woman, and this gave the birth of Cloya.

The Duke of White Rose, who is very rigid by nature and attaches great importance to hierarchical concepts, cannot accept that he would do such a wrong thing. Therefore, he also angered the original body and her mother, and always treated them coldly.

Of course, all of this can be said later.

Because Fu Yue now has a perception that she can't accept it.

That is--

Cyril, that is, the handsome shameless young man just now.

It is a machine, a device, and a person.

Fu Yue: "..."

Isn’t it a Western fantasy plane?

Why did it suddenly involve the interstellar machine?

Unreasonable.

Robot or something...

Fu Yue expressed some brain pain.

Xiao Tiantian is a robot, how can she fall in love with a robot...