I lost all the scumbags [Quick Transmigration]

In this way, the mysterious boy Milton lived in the manor.

Various stories about him quickly began to spread on the manor. Some people said that he was once a genius. He lost the ability to make a living in a fight, and he could only stay in bed from now on. Some people said that he was a bard who wandered around the mainland. , In the past, he once had a dewy relationship with the current Chief Juggernaut, and some people suspected that he was the incarnation of an elf, and his sickly body was just a disguise for him to cover up when he traveled to the mainland.

His exquisite appearance made him attract people's attention, but his sickly temperament only made those sentimental maids feel infinite pity for him, and the rumored insignificant violent temper was only regarded as a little bit by these maids at first. Minor blemishes that can be ignored.

But soon, the wind changed direction in the manor.

Among the servants, Misha is known as the flower of the manor. She is charming and charming, and she does not hesitate to release her charm.She is so confident in her appearance, of course, she does have this capital.

Misha deliberately chose a moonlit night, put on her favorite clothes, and admired her own demeanor in the mirror for a long time, until she felt that the time was almost up, she reluctantly put on a slack dress outside. With a baggy robe, he picked up a tray and slowly walked towards the room that had been tightly protected in secret.

"Three, two, one." Misha counted secretly in her heart. Sure enough, when she was only one step away from stepping into the courtyard, a figure suddenly appeared in front of her. This is a thief.

The thief's voice was hoarse, "It's so late, what are you doing here?"

"The adults inside said that I haven't slept well recently, so let me prepare a bowl of sleeping medicine tonight." Misha lowered her head as if respectful, she knew that her expression would be the biggest shortcoming, and her steady voice would be the biggest shortcoming. It's her best disguise.

The thief sniffed the medicine that was held up in front of him, and it didn't smell any strange, and the maid didn't seem to be threatening at all. After thinking about it carefully, the one inside was indeed suffering from poor sleep, so he couldn't tell. There really is such an order.

but……

"Don't try to do something you shouldn't do, you won't want to know the consequences, come out as soon as possible."

The thief would not let go of any trace of suspicion. Looking at Misha's slightly trembling figure, he nodded in satisfaction, moved his body to get out of the way, and disappeared out of thin air in a blink of an eye.

But Misha could still feel that the master thief was still watching her and warning her.Such strict monitoring made Misha retreat, but she remembered the whispers of the other maids during the day, yes, if the relationship between the lord and the boy is really that way, why didn't he come to see him for so long? Thinking about the young man's stunning beauty, Misha was dazed and made up her mind.

Soft footsteps came closer.

Milton, with his head half propped up, lazily raised his eyes, his ears pricked up, but his eyes were calm and unwavering.

After confirming that he was not the target person, Milton's strong spirit relaxed again.

Suddenly, he thought of something, moved his body swiftly, and settled into a posture without moving.

The door has been slowly pushed open, and the sound of Misha's footsteps came from far and near.

"My lord, are you asleep?" Misha asked tentatively, walking slowly towards the bed.

But no one answered her. The excessive silence made Misha feel a little uneasy, but she still mustered up her courage and gently lifted the layers of veils beside the bed.

The first thing that catches the eye is Milton's slender figure, covered by a wide robe.He knelt on the edge of the bed, and the way he turned his head was unconsciously seductive.

Misha felt that her breathing was already rapid, and her crossed legs rubbed against each other unconsciously, but Milton's eyes...

Milton's eyes were cold, and came out without any scruples, with a contemptuous sneer that could see through her.

But Misha took a closer look, Milton's eyes were so terrifying, they were obviously just the arrogance of a pampered nobleman, her heart also relaxed, and a warm and suggestive smile bloomed on her face.

But Milton didn't respond at all.

There was a sense of frustration in Misha's heart, followed by a stronger desire to conquer. She was almost certain that this unknown Mr. Milton must have no experience in love/things. If she could bring him to experience this wonderful The taste of the matter, the expression on this lord's face will never be so cold as ice again.

Being able to make such a proud person bow his head and be crazy about her, nothing can bring her a sense of accomplishment more than this, and Misha's heart is even hotter.

Misha's cheeks were stained red, she stretched out her hand from under the robe, and her white fingers were about to touch Milton's chest, but she felt her fingers cool down, and it was Milton's gaze that stopped There, Misha's fingers paused, uncontrollably recalling the terrifying look in her mind just now, she really didn't dare to touch Milton's skin, and finally just brushed it away.

Misha was already at a disadvantage in this face-to-face meeting. She withdrew her hand, put her hand on the lace of the robe, and pulled it lightly, and the robe slipped to the ground, revealing a large area of ​​scenery.

The beautiful ketone body is full of white, against the dazzling red of the robe.

Milton's eyes froze for a rare moment. Misha captured this moment and twisted her body to get closer.

With a flash of God's skill, Milton saw waves swaying all over his eyes, and he almost didn't stop Misha. Anger quickly appeared on his face, and he threw Misha to the ground.

The ground was covered with furs of unknown monsters. Thanks to this layer of cushioning, Misha's delicate skin was not scratched, but the arm that was grabbed by Milton just now hurt. strength.

Misha was half lying on the ground, such cruel treatment had made her no longer have the slightest lingering thoughts, she just felt unbearable, she raised her head, tears rolled in her eyes, it was a picture of a beautiful woman weeping.

"My lord, it hurts so much." Her voice was coquettish and charming, and the ending was slightly evoked.

Milton stood up. From Misha's point of view, Milton's aura at this moment was not lower than that of Ezeville. Milton looked down at Misha with merciless contempt in the corner of his eyes: "Get lost."

Misha supported herself and stood up, unable to believe that the boy who had been dreaming of her for so long was such a cruel person. She picked up the robe and wrapped it around her body, and asked unwillingly: "You rejected me, is it because you thought Someone else? Who is it? Is it the other beautiful maids outside, or are you thinking about Master Azeweisi?"

Hearing this, Milton suddenly jumped up. His knuckle-knuckle hands pinched Misha's slender neck, and he lifted her against the wall with all his strength. He tightened his fingers a little bit, watching Misha blushing a little bit. Face, slowly lowered breathing, Milton slowed down his tone, almost saying a word: "He doesn't deserve it."

The resentment in the voice and the hatred in the eyes made Misha's eyes widen.

Seeing that Misha was about to pass out and kept rolling her eyes, Milton let go, and Misha fell to the ground, clutching her neck and coughing non-stop.

At this time, Milton stretched out his hand and gently lifted Misha up from the ground. Regardless of her stiff body, he smoothed her breathing little by little, and then sent her to the door, transforming into a weak boy next door, coaxing softly : "Good sister, remember next time, don't provoke me again, stay away from me."

Misha's last memory of him was that he was alone, wearing a single coat, leaning against the door.

She came out in a daze, the conscientious Mr. Thief had been paying attention to this side, and after seeing her for so long, the thief floated beside her and asked with a frown, "What's wrong?"

When he asked, the tears that Misha had been suppressing all this time suddenly rolled down.

Inside the room, Milton, who finished his rich and layered performance, lay on his side on the bed and suddenly laughed lowly.

"People in the world are vulgar and only have beauty in their eyes. It really is the ambition of every wolf with bad intentions."

But in the next second, Milton returned to that indifferent expression: "But I still have a good eye, and I'm pretty good at picking."

The chirping singing sounded in such a night, and only Milton knew that he was humming in a language that no one could understand.

Little fish, little fish, when will you take the bait?

Now, that Ezeville who was always watching outside the window but never dared to step into the room should make a move!

Sure enough, the next day, a fish was hooked, but it was not the biggest one—the loyal knight Roy came to the door.

At that time, Milton had been rested in bed because of the heavy physical activity the night before.

As soon as the aggressive Roy came in, seeing his sleepy look, half of his momentum had gone, but his stern face did not let go: "What did you do yesterday?"

Milton sneered, he sat up and looked directly at Roy: "Why, you want to ask me to attack a lady, is it out of style? I'm not a knight, you don't need to judge me by your moral code, I am not What a nice guy."

Roy stuck for a moment, he really thought so, but the words were all finished, and he couldn't find a new reprimand all at once.

Seeing his silence, Milton took advantage of the victory and pursued: "I haven't questioned you yet. I didn't know that anyone could break into a guest's room in the middle of the night. The manor of the majestic sword master is nothing more than that."

As soon as Milton mentioned Azeweisi, Roy seemed to be poked to the ground. He was tall and tall, and his angry eyes were even more imposing, and his voice was like a bell: "How can you slander adults, you clearly I know my lord..."

Halfway through the speech, Roy consciously made a slip of the tongue and immediately shut up.

Instead, Milton continued coolly for him: "You know what, do you know that he hangs around outside my window every day like a pervert?"

Roy was shocked for a moment, and he even forgot to justify Azeweisi's name. Instead, he looked complicated and murmured: "You really know."

Milton coughed lightly and remained silent.

Roy stepped forward and asked again: "Since you know, let me ask you, what is going on between you and your lord?"

He was too close, and Milton felt a little uncomfortable. He sat back on the head of the bed with a mocking expression: "You might as well ask your good man."

Regardless of Lloyd's attitude, Milton's response was either sarcasm or sarcasm.

The two entangled for a long time, but Roy still didn't get a single word, and was so disappointed that he was about to lift his sword and leave.

Milton rolled his eyes, but suddenly stopped him. Looking at Roy's suspicious eyes, he smiled half-smile: "Speaking of which, your personality really resembles mine."

Roy was at a loss for words for a while, and almost laughed a few times to express his disdain. He glanced back and forth between the two of them, silently laughing at Milton's words.

It took Milton a while to answer the second half of the sentence: "At least it's very similar to me."

Immediately afterwards, Milton seemed to be interested. Using both hands as a support, he straightened up on the bed, approached Roy, and slowly touched Roy's eyes under his vigilant gaze: "Look, we all It's blue eyes."

Roy saw that it really was, but there was a voice in his heart that Milton's blue was much more dazzling than his.

He shook his head and dismissed these nonsense thoughts.

Milton's hand slid to his nose, and then touched his chin, and his words became more playful: "Even your facial features are more or less similar to mine."

He suddenly approached Roy, and whispered against Roy's ear with a very small voice: "Why don't you ask your lord what is the purpose of keeping you by his side for so long? , Has he never had such an idea, my Lord Knight."

The last few words came out of his mouth, which was indescribably ambiguous.

Roy's expression froze, and Milton looked at him in a daze, and suddenly swung him away, laughing loudly on the bed.

Roy seemed to escape from this room, and when he was leaning outside and panting heavily, Milton's cheerful laughter still rang in his ears, resounding non-stop.

Roy's heart was beating like a drum. He didn't know whether it was his words or his actions. He even thought he had an auditory hallucination, otherwise he would have heard Azeweisi's voice, but he immediately came back to his senses and slender The figure said respectfully: "My lord."

Azeweisi looked at him, from Roy's faintly flushed face, to seeing the hem of the clothes that Milton had just messed up, and finally answered softly when Roy was almost trembling and about to sweat.

The biggest fish finally appeared.

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