[Comprehensive British and American] A vixen has no conscience

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!

Numerous exclamation marks flashed across the screen in his brain, and the little fox held onto the balcony door, looking in horror at the apparently darkened middle-school boy approaching him with a vicious look on his face.

"Wait! Calm down! Boy, you must calm down!" The little fox pressed his back against the glass and said nervously: "I didn't want to escape, really!"

The little fox was really wronged. As soon as she opened her eyes, she found that she was standing on one foot, and her body was shaking and she was about to fall down.She didn't have time to think about it, so she quickly reached out to hold the glass door, and before she knew what was going on, the second-year boy came in.

Needless to say, she has come to the world of middle school teenagers again.Last time, she suspected that she was dreaming or hallucinating because she had returned to Hannibal's world. This time, even killing her is an illusion!Traveling through time and space again and again, if she thought it was an illusion, she would really be a fool!Just what the hell is going on?Why do I go back and forth between the two worlds so frequently?Could it be that the time travel props are malfunctioning?

The little fox wanted to ask the devil what was going on, but this time he was no longer able to summon him by chanting silently like in Sherlock's world. He kept chanting about the devil in his heart for two days without any intention of showing up.Hand calling?

She thought about it too, but she didn't have any demonic power, even if she drew a summoning formation with blood, it still wouldn't trigger it!

Hannibal was completely unaware of the sadness that flowed against the river in the little fox's heart, and he was now in the anger of being disobeyed by the other party.Hannibal naturally didn't believe the little fox's words. He didn't have much trust in the little fox. Coupled with his own sensitivity and suspicion, he always only believed in his own judgment.In Hannibal's view, the little fox's nervous explanation is a sign of guilty conscience.

"Do you think I'll believe you!" Hannibal sneered and walked up to the little fox, grabbed her neck with a big bony hand, stretched his other hand behind her, and pulled the curtains neatly, completely Chased away the last sunlight in the room: "I really should kill you." In the dark room, the boy slowly approached the girl's face, his yellow eyes were full of frost, his light-colored thin lips hooked, dimpled Deep inside, an evil and cold smile appeared on his face: "If you die, I don't have to worry about you running away, and I don't have to worry about being accused of murder."

The sunlight disappeared in the house, as if the hope in his heart was swallowed up all at once. There was a thud in his heart, and the sense of fear surged like a tsunami, almost suffocating the little fox.

The second-year middle school boy in front of me has a wonderful mental attack. If it wasn't for the little fox who had the last line of defense and knew that she wouldn't really go to hell even if she couldn't convince the boy in the end, she might have been suppressed by the mutant environment to the point of mental breakdown .

The little fox raised his chin slightly, trying to make his throat less oppressive.She raised her eyelashes with trembling eyelashes, and some tears leaked out of her black eyes because of the throat lock just now, moistening her eye sockets: "If I die, you will be alone." She looked at him without blinking. .

"Me? Lonely?" Hearing this, Hannibal sneered softly, "Is this a joke?" Will he be alone?What a big joke.Don't talk about Mrs. Zi's real aunt, just talk about outsiders. With his personal charm alone, can he still be treated indifferently?

It's not that Hannibal is arrogant, but that his gentleness and politeness in disguise can definitely arouse the goodwill of most people.Coupled with his handsome face and the occasional youthful vivaciousness and naughtiness, no one will refuse the olive branch of friendship offered by this big boy.

"I mean, you now." The little fox looked seriously at Hannibal's cold yellow eyes like poisonous snakes, his heart was pounding, as if he was going to burst out of his chest.

Although she has a lot of experience in dealing with blackened men, she is not very sure... Sigh, give it a try.

The current him?Hannibal froze for a moment, and the hand that was pinching the little fox's neck loosened uncontrollably.

I have to say that the little fox is really experienced.A few words poke at Hannibal's sensitivity.She was right, those people only liked him wearing a mask.Would they still like him if they knew the real him was a raging, bloodthirsty murderer?

How is it possible, Hannibal answered in his mind on behalf of those people.

Even Mrs. Zi was full of disapproval and blame for his behavior.So much so that he doesn't dare to continue to reveal his true face at home now, he is afraid that his aunt will reject him.Mrs. Zi is now his only relative in this world. He has already lost his father, mother and Misha, and he really does not want to lose this aunt again.

"Don't kill me." She raised her hand, and under Hannibal's indifferent gaze, she slowly grasped the wrist that was pinching her neck: "I don't hate your true colors, and I won't harass you with any moral theories. You change your ways." The little fox spoke softly and affectionately, with seriousness and sincerity in his gentle expression: "You can do whatever you want in front of me, and I won't look at you with disgust, let alone stop me self-righteously." You. If you have anything in your heart that you can't tell others, you can tell it to me, and I will definitely keep it secret. "

The little fox's words were really a big temptation for Hannibal. No matter how ruthless he was, he was still a middle school boy who lacked love.If there really is such a person who unconditionally supports and accompanies him, and accepts all his good and bad emotions, he thinks that is definitely a happy thing.

The little fox saw Hannibal's vacillation, and she was overjoyed, it seemed that there was hope!

"Unless you drive me away, I will never take the initiative to leave you." While the other party calmed down, the little fox quickly seized the opportunity to explain what happened just now: "I didn't stand firmly just now, so I held onto the glass."

The little fox's explanation later brought Hannibal back to reality, the hot feeling hoarded in his chest gradually subsided, and the disturbed thinking was quickly sorted out: "Then why did you untie the rope?" No untie There is nothing after the rope.He glanced at the heavy curtains with a half-smile: "Why did you go to the window? Also, why are the curtains opened?"

how could I know!The little fox complained in his heart.As soon as she put it on, she found herself standing at the window!

Even though he yelled in his heart, the little fox absolutely couldn't say that he would travel through such a thing.The little fox answered Hannibal's question very calmly. He didn't open his mouth too quickly, as if he was flustered, and he didn't speak too slowly, as if he was drafting in his heart.She smiled and said calmly: "I want to go to the window to see when you will come back. The rope was not tied tightly at first, but I untied it after struggling for a while."

Hannibal narrowed his eyes: "Really."

"En." The little fox nodded, seeing that Hannibal didn't respond any more, she looked at his expression, and moved her hand holding his wrist.

Hannibal lowered his eyes and stared at her quietly.

The little fox looked up at him calmly, held the other's wrist and tugged tentatively.Very easily, the opponent's fingers deviated from his neck.He listened to what he said just now, and realizing this, the little fox hooked his lips, and boldly pulled the opponent's hand off.

"Did you pinch my neck red?" The little fox showed Hannibal his neck, and firmly held the hand of the second-year boy to prevent him from going back on his word and pinching it again.

Hannibal turned his head slightly to look at the little fox's neck, and replied flatly, "A little bit."

"It's all your fault." The little fox waved a little.

"You asked for it." Hannibal snapped back without hesitation, but let the other party hold his hand without struggling.

Let's just believe her this time, Hannibal looked at the little fox with a dissatisfied face, lowering his head and fiddling with his hand like revenge.As for what the other party said, he didn't want to explore how true or false he was, because there was no need for that.

Whether it's true or not, he'll make it real!

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The afternoon sun shone through the bright windows into the spacious bedroom. The girl in a white dress with suspenders was lazily lying on the big soft bed, rolling and stretching occasionally, feeling extremely comfortable.

She hasn't left this world these days, which makes her a little surprised.She thought she would time travel as soon as she fell asleep. After all, the previous three times, except for the first drowning, the remaining two were related to sleep.In the past few days, every time she sleeps, she will be ready to wear it back, but every time it is a waste of work, when she opens her eyes, she is still in the room of the second-year boy.

Just as the little fox was scratching her head and thinking about what was going on because of the uncertainty of time travel, the sound of opening the door interrupted her thinking.

"What did you bring back?" The little fox looked suspiciously at Hannibal dragging in two large suitcases, and he was carrying a large luggage bag on his back.

"Nothing, it's empty." Hannibal threw all the suitcases and backpacks on the ground, and then habitually locked the door.

"What are you doing with the empty box?" The little fox turned over and got up, the iron chain connecting the ankle of his left foot to the post at the foot of the bed rattled.

Ever since the little fox 'untied' the rope that day, Hannibal had been thinking of finding something stronger and more reliable to bind her.Soon, he brought back a pair of anklets from the outside, handcuffed the girl's ankles at one end, and handcuffed the other end to a solid bedpost.

At first, the little fox slept on the rug beside the bed.Later, she thought it was too uncomfortable to sleep on the floor, and insisted on going to bed noisy.Of course Hannibal would not agree, he directly kicked him off the bed with a cold face.

However, the little fox is not someone who will give up easily, and climbs into Hannibal's bed every night after Hannibal is asleep.Although he faces his cold face every morning, the little fox never tires of it.In the end, Hannibal didn't bother to bother with her, and he agreed that she had a place in the bed.

Compromise is like an ant nest on a dam, a little carelessness will quickly collapse.With her pampering casually the first time, there will be a second and a third time.

The result is that now the curtains can be opened at any time, there are a few more girls' dresses in the closet, and unnutritious romance novels appear on the bookshelf.

"Are you packing? Are you leaving?" The little fox watched Hannibal put all the useful books into the box.

"We're moving to Paris." Hannibal replied while picking out the items to take away, "This manor is going to be auctioned off."

"Why?" Why sell a house if you live in a good place?

"You still don't understand." Hannibal lazily glanced at the little fox who was about to get out of bed: "Be honest, don't come down and make trouble."

"How do you know I don't understand if you don't tell me?" The little fox obediently climbed onto the bed after hearing that.

Hannibal raised his eyebrows and smiled slightly: "Because of inheritance tax."

"..." Well, she really didn't understand: "Then what, why did you take me away? Or let me go, and I will follow you secretly."

"Let you go?" Hannibal smiled, "Stop dreaming." He had already figured out how to take her away.

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The next morning

Mrs. Purple and Hannibal carried their luggage to the car with the help of employees.

The tall and strong employee was very agile at work, and he loaded the boxes at the door into the car in a short while.He looked back at the skinny boy who was dragging a big brown suitcase out, and warmly went up to help, "Give it to me, and I'll move it to the car for you." He stretched out his hand to pick it up.

Hannibal narrowed his eyes, smiled and took a step forward to block the employee's hand: "Thank you for your kindness." He nodded politely: "Sorry, I didn't mean to offend. It's just that the things in this are very important to me , Let others take me at ease, let me do it myself."

"Oh! It's okay, I understand, you don't need to apologize." The employee said with a big grin.

Hannibal returned a gentle smile, and dragged his luggage to the van under the urging of Mrs. Purple.

"Did you forget anything?" Madam Zi asked.

Hannibal shook his head, and dragged his luggage around the back of the car.He bent down and lifted the suitcase vigorously, pushing it into the trunk in one breath.

"Be good." He patted the box lightly, with a slightly deep smile on his face.