Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 391 was truly a thoroughly enjoyable NTR experience!

Looking at the middle-aged man in front of her, a sentence suddenly flashed through Xing's mind.
A mission has been commissioned: This gentleman's cat has gone missing. Can you help him find it? It's a black kitten who loves sweets and wears a black bowler hat...

Just as Xing was about to say something, Mr. Azik spoke up first.

"Do you... need help?" Azik asked, seeing Xing carrying a lamppost.

In an instant, Xing felt her dignity had been insulted.

She has been a pioneer traversing the universe for so long, and she has always been the one helping others. How could it be her turn for others to help her?
This is disrespecting her as a pioneer!
"Okay, then you can carry it for me."

Xing extended the lamppost forward.

She just wanted to dismantle the streetlights and trash cans; it didn't matter who had the lights.

Azik Eggers folded the newspaper in his hand and tucked it under his arm, then reached out and took the street lamp with both hands.

He originally intended to use only one hand, but felt that would be too exaggerated, so he simply used both hands to catch it.

Xing watched as Azik took the streetlight and gave him a strange smile.

Did you know, Mr. Trash Can? Your Miss Streetlight believed you would come to save her until she was picked up by another man!

Jie Jie Jie.

But soon, Xing realized something was wrong.

The streetlights cast a soft glow, illuminating Azik and making his already flawless face appear even more gentle and handsome.

The black streetlamp lay quietly in Azik's arms, silent, enjoying itself, pretending to be just an ordinary streetlamp. Even the angel of death failed to notice its uniqueness.

This……

Did Miss Streetlight really fall in love with someone else?

So, does "believing you would come to save her until she was taken away by another man" mean that she fell in love with that man at lightning speed after being taken away?

Oh no! I've really run into NTR!
Is this the charm of the Death Archon? I'm in love!

"Does it need to be taken somewhere?" Azik asked gently.

Xing shook her head with an innocent expression.

I don't know, I just wanted to be a minotaur for once.

Who knew that Miss Streetlight would turn around and surrender?
She saw the streetlamp lady smile contentedly, and the light overhead became even softer.

Mr. Trash Can's head is green...

As expected, we'll need the great King of Trash Cans to comfort the injured Mr. Trash Can in three days.

Azik remained silent for a few seconds, then silently communicated with the spirit in the air to understand the general situation.

For Azik, who once worked as a "psychic," reconstructing events in a place and discerning a person's thoughts was a fairly simple matter.

He gave an awkward but polite smile.

This part of the story adds a lot to His humanity.

He now desperately wants to return "Miss Streetlight".

After confirming that Xing was alright, Azik said a brief goodbye to Xing and, carrying the street lamp, walked back to the street Xing had come from.

The kerosene lamp on the lamppost swayed a few times, as if it were very reluctant.

Xing scratched his head and watched Mr. Azik walk away.

Cross-species, multiple people, Fu Rui, exoticism, NTR, coercion, domineering CEO... What an exhilarating NTR story!

Mr. Azik seemed to quicken his pace.

Oh, and the woman-on-top position too.

…………

Compared to the Iron Cross in Tingen, at 9 p.m. in Backlund, there were still many pedestrians on the roads leading into the eastern part of the district, and their fatigue was very obvious.

This situation will continue until nearly 10 o'clock.

Emlyn White changed into a gray-blue work uniform and put on a baseball cap.

Beside him was Leonard, dressed similarly, except his work clothes were light red.

And so, the two Marios, one red and one blue, huddled in the streets and alleys of the Backlund Bridge area, observing the poor people coming and going.

Leonard was an accomplice Emlyn hired to hunt down the followers of the "Primal Moon," as the two had met in the world of Grosser's Travels. Furthermore, Leonard was not disguised at the time.

"So, you now worship three gods? Three different followers?"

Emlyn snorted, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

After observing for a few seconds, Emlyn realized that there seemed to be a problem with his disguise. Although he had no experience in disguise, he at least had eyes and a brain, and after just a short while, he discovered that there were quite a few issues with his disguise.

Most importantly, compared to the poor people whose clothes were dirty and often tattered, his work clothes, which he had just bought from the store that afternoon, looked too new and clean, making them very easy to attract attention.

"Why don't you just buy a second-hand one?" Leonard, whose clothes were obviously a bit worn, asked from the side. "You just need to purify it with ritual magic, and it won't leave any dirt behind."

Emlyn proudly raised his chin: "I am a noble vampire, how can a noble vampire wear clothes that others have worn?"

"But the clothes you're wearing now have most likely been tried on by several or even a dozen people."

As one of the three celestial idiots in the Tarot Club, Moon Emlyn and Aquarius Leonard seem to get along quite well.

“How can that be the same?” Emlyn retorted. “At least it won’t be worn by someone every day.”

Back in the dark alley, Emlyn stretched out his fingers and, based on his previous observations, tore apart all the easily damaged parts of the clothing.

Then, he looked around, his facial muscles gradually contorting. With an expression of disgust and resistance, Emlyn went to the wall, closed his eyes, and rubbed the filth onto his clothes and trousers.

Leonard watched from the side, a half-smile on his face, his right hand darting about in his pocket.

The smell of coal ash... the smell of rotting mud... the smell of urine... the smell of urine! Emlyn instinctively reached out and covered his mouth, almost vomiting.

It was only then that Emlyn realized that having an extraordinary sense of smell wasn't necessarily a good thing.

"So disgusted? Don't you know that the blood you drink usually contains a lot of urea?" Leonard asked, suppressing a laugh. "And it most likely frequently passes through the capillaries of the large intestine and the anus..."

"Shut up!"

“It seems that to subdue a vampire, all you need to do is open a can of wolffish in front of him.” Leonard wasn’t going to stop there. “I could write a book on this topic called ‘The Escape Guide for Ordinary People Facing Vampires.’”

"It's a vampire! A vampire! Not a vampire!"

"Alright, alright, it's a vampire."

Leonard took a small box out of his pocket, opened it, and inside were some coal ash.

He used his other hand to pick up some coal ash and smear it on his face and body.

Although it's the same thing, there's no doubt that Leonard's is much cleaner.

(End of this chapter)