Chapter 899: God descends (10)

"No lies, no betrayal."
"Ciller will always belong to you alone."
A handsome man like a nobleman in the dark night, kneeling in front of her on one knee, holding her hand in an almost humble manner, and dropping pious kisses one after another.
Does it belong to her alone?
The girl's dark eyes were in a trance, and she didn't know what was going on, suddenly the holy and beautiful face of Jun Heng flashed in her mind.
There is never emotion in that person's eyes.
Only common people, only compassion.
There is not a single bit of temperature.
Fu Yue recovered.
She seems to be thinking of Jun Heng all the time recently, which is really not a good sign.
Fu Yue thought so.
If, she said if.
If she imprisoned Tiandao... Does that mean that he would belong to her alone?
"..."
The big guy's thinking is gradually perverted.
The black-haired girl seemed to have two huge bat wings growing out of her back, which belonged to the devil. She slightly curled her lips and smiled, revealing two small pointed tiger teeth.
But just think about it.
Fu Yue knew that it was absolutely impossible.
A trace of regret passed through the girl's eyes.
"Ciller, I'm tired. What happened today—"
The robot gently accepted Fu Yue's words.
"Master, don't worry, Ciller will take care of this matter. No matter who is behind the mastermind, she will pay the price... People who are not good to the master shouldn't exist in this world."
Fu Yue: "...!"
She opened her eyes slightly. She wanted to say that she had experienced what she had just now, and she was so bad at it that she wanted to take a bath.
This person, this person has already planned to avenge her.
Is this too smart?
The girl stared at the beautiful robot in front of her with a little surprise.
The other party just looked back at her gently and gentlemanly, with blue eyes hidden in the gentleness of the sea.
Seeing Ciller looking up at her, Fu Yue tentatively replied: "Okay...thank you?"
"The master doesn't need to thank Ciller, this is what Ciller should do."
Talking.
The man lowered his head, he half-kneeled on the soft and expensive blanket, stretched out his slender white hands, gently held the girl's slender ankles, and slowly took off her shoes.
Ciller's fingers were cold.
As he held the slender ankles under the skirt of the girl, the cold touch of the skin hit, causing a shudder.
Fu Yue's legs were a little weak, and she retracted subconsciously.
But the ankle was held in the hand by the man.
The opponent's strength is great.
She can't shrink back.
"Ciller, what are you doing?"
The girl was sullen.
The robot raised its beautiful face, and a bit of human doubt flashed under his eyes, as if he didn't understand why Fu Yue's reaction was so big.
"Master, it's time to take a shower."
"Ciller is helping you take off your shoes."
The robot's eyes are very clear, and there is no fascinating thought involved...
Being stared at by such clear blue eyes.
The other person's eyes were so simple...This made Fu Yue feel that she was a pervert.
Robots have no emotions.
How can there be other indescribable ideas?
Fu Yue covered her face.
What a shame.
The girl's urn sighed: "No, I'll do it myself, you...you let go."
Hear the words.
A faint blue flashed across Ciller's eyes, and complicated procedures were running. He scanned the black-haired girl in front of him, and countless complicated procedures flashed through his eyes and poured into his brain.
Cyler finally concluded that.
The owner is shy.