This warning is just a man's identity to scare his love rival.
Yu Shu was tired of Cyril opening the carriage rudely and saying such ridiculous things.
He glanced at Cyril and stopped looking at him. However, Cyril was so excited by this glance that he held his hand on the handle of the knife and his breath froze for a few seconds.
Yu Shu doesn't like to be so lazy in front of strangers. She is a cat who pays attention to her image.
She straightened up, lowered her eyes to look for the shoe, and saw it on the inside of Nishizawa's foot. The jade foot she placed on Nishizawa's leg lightly kicked him, signaling him to take the shoe.
Yu Shu didn't exert any force, but Xi Ze held her flailing little feet, but felt that his cold heart had been partially collapsed.
He faced the girl's puzzled gaze, squeezed the jade foot twice with his hand that could easily wrap around it, rubbed the raised bare bones with his fingertips, pulled up her white socks, and then bent down to pick up the shoes. , put it on for her.
Seeing Cyril's actions, the evil god who was pushed away by Yu Shu snorted coldly and leaned against the inner wall of the carriage with his arms folded. The sour lemon smell suddenly spread.
"Have you arrived at the temple?" Yu Shu asked the evil god who was in charge of driving the car but didn't know when he came in.
The evil god glanced sideways at Cyril and said, "If this man and the divine envoy who stayed in the same hotel with us hadn't blocked the way, we would have arrived at the temple long ago."
Hearing that this rude man was still related to Bev, Yu Shu finally raised her eyes and looked at Cyril seriously.
Finally, her eyes stopped on the gold belt around his waist, confirming the man's identity.
This golden belt was specifically mentioned in the original text. According to the rules of the Dalita Kingdom, only princes of the royal family can wear the golden belt.
Cyril was personally rewarded by the king, which shows that Cyril's status in the Dalita Kingdom is comparable to that of a prince, and his status is very noble.
"I understand that Duke Cyril has been separated from his lover for two days, and he misses Bev especially, but it is not good to disturb others for no reason. It is very rude and disrespects the status of the Duke, isn't it?"
Cyril, who still wanted to introduce himself solemnly to Yu Shu, felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar when he heard the girl's words. His hot body became cold. When he met Yu Shu's displeased gaze, his heart stopped falling.
Cyril, who considered himself the most popular among aristocratic girls and was very comfortable among them, suddenly lost all ability to speak. He just looked at Yu Shu blankly, like a goddess who was rejected by the love at first sight. He was heartbroken. A heartless boy.
When Cyril walked towards Yu Shu's carriage, her eyelids jumped. Bev felt bad. Seeing her lover's lost look, her heart became cold. She pushed away the messengers who stopped her from passing, gasping for breath. Qi stood next to Cyril.
Then he forced a smile and said to Yu Shu, "Cyril has never seen the Saint, and he did such a rude thing because he was curious about the Saint. I hope the Saint will not take offense."
After sleeping all the way, Yu Shu, whose body was limp, leaned back reflexively, trying to find a point of support.
The evil god who was still about to turn into lemon essence saw him, and the sour smell disappeared instantly. He sat down and used it as a backrest, smelling the alluring fragrance of the girl's blond hair, and gave Caesar a proud look, but he couldn't think of anything at all. Previously, I was laughing at Nishizawa for devaluing himself as a waiter.
Xi Ze was unmoved, but saw Yu Shu purse her lips, silently pour her a cup of hot tea, and hand it to her hand.
After drinking tea to moisten her throat, Yu Shu leaned in the evil god's arms, raised her eyes and said to Bev.
"You said you were rude, then apologize, Duke Cyril."
Bev and Cyril's expressions froze at the same time. In the former's view, Yu Shu was just an unlucky ghost who was chosen to be given to the evil god. She did not become a saint by virtue of her ability, so she was not worthy of her respect.
