I, who was killing God, became a knife crusher

Moyin asked with a smile.

"... I didn't get it. Haha, I don't know where you came from, you weirdo, you seem to be as strong as the head maid."

Fabiola sighed dejectedly.

"Are you going to continue to come and beat me up without believing in evil?"

Moyin teased the little maid.

"The wound I bit so hard just now has now completely healed, which proves that you did not lie to me."

"I can't beat you to death just to ask you questions, but if I don't beat you to death your wounds will heal completely in a few seconds, so what's the point?"

Fabiola said helplessly.

"Smart, if you want to ask a question, come and give me a kiss here and I'll answer you, okay?"

Moyin tapped his cheek again.

"Go to hell! I don't want to kiss you!"

Fabiola roared, jumping up and down.

"Okay, okay, then, how about one question each?"

Moyin suggested.

"Okay, then you ask first."

Fabiola found this condition acceptable and nodded.

"Why do you work for the La Bresse family?"

Moyin asked.

"Are you stupid? Why do you even need to ask? Of course it's because of the salary. I grew up in a slum with 11 kids. If I leave home, there will be one less mouth to feed and less pressure. And I can also send my salary home. Three hundred dollars a year is a lot. You seem to be very capable, why are you asking such an idiotic question?"

Fabiola rolled his eyes at Moyin.

"Then just treat me as an idiot and ask."

Moyin shrugged noncommittally.

"How on earth did you suddenly appear in La Bresse's mansion? The doors and windows were all closed, and there was no sign of damage."

Fabiola asked curiously.

"The power of space."

"Blow it!"

"I didn't lie to you, did I?"

Moyin, who was sitting on the chair in front of him, disappeared, and a slight touch came on his shoulder.

Fabiola immediately turned his head alertly, and then saw Moyin putting his hand on his shoulder.

Fabiola's eyes widened immediately after seeing this scene. How could this be possible? This is totally unscientific!

"It's my turn."

Moyin raised his hand and the coffee cup flew steadily to the table beside him, without even the half remaining coffee in it spilling out.

Then, Fabiola felt his chin being gently lifted by Moyin.

"Come be my maid? I'll give you $300,000 upfront, and $200,000 a year in pocket money."

"Me!!! I'm not like those women in the red-light district who sell their bodies!!!"

Fabiola knocked Moyin's arm off with a sudden blow, then jumped back five or six meters and shouted at Moyin fiercely, breathing heavily.

"I didn't ask you to sell your body. I just asked you to be my maid. Since you are getting paid, it doesn't matter who you work for."

Mo Yin said with a smile.

"How can you compare to the young master? The young master's noble character! How can you, a passionate person like you, compare to him!"

"What about his noble character... Hehe, his noble character will cripple your head maid, you know? He says he will accept everything, but when the cruel reality is in front of him, he will back off. I don't get along with him very well. Yes, I am undoubtedly not a good person, but at least I will do what I want to do."

Moyin rolled his eyes. He had used his clairvoyance to see what the future would look like if Robert stayed here without his interference. It was hard to say it was a good future, so he decided to take Robert and Fabiola away.

"You! You you you!!! I won't allow you to insult the Master like this!"

Fabiola shouted at Moyin angrily, saying that as a maid, she naturally had to protect her master.

"Okay, okay, why would I be angry with a kid? Just don't mention him. But you, do you hate me so much?"

Moyin asked.

Fabiola fell into a long silence.

She originally thought she could answer this question in seconds, but when the words came to her lips, she couldn't say them.

Although Moyin was just teasing her, but if she thought about it carefully, Moyin's spatial force could strip her naked on the spot, not to mention anything else. Although he had been teasing her with flowery words, so far, Moyin had only taken a look at her panties and thighs at first, and she had kicked them away on her own initiative.

Coupled with Moyin's unfathomable fighting ability, Fabiola had no doubt that if Moyin wanted to use force, he would not be able to resist at all.

Thinking of this, she felt that the man in front of her was not so annoying, and after the quarrel, she felt unexpectedly refreshed.

"I don't hate you that much."

Fabiola finally opened his mouth and answered.

"Then why don't you want to come to my place? The salary I offer is not low, right? If you think it's too low, I can still increase it for you."

Moyin said lovingly.

"! You, you bastard! Don't think I'll be fooled! It's just that the young master needs my protection, and the head maid is unconscious... I can't just abandon my master for money!"

"Although I'm a salaried maid, I still have to have a conscience! I won't sell my conscience for money!"

Fabiola answered seriously.

Chapter 1623: Mo Yin: Look, this is the protection of the god of death

"What if your young master can obtain the protection of the god of death and escape all death through coincidence?"

Moyin asked.

"Bullshit...eh? Are you serious?"

Looking at the expression on Moyin's face, Fabiola was shocked.

"Here, let me use your pump."

Moyin waved.

Although Fabiola didn't understand what Moyin was going to do, he still pulled out a pump-action shotgun from his sleeve and handed it to Moyin.

"Look carefully, what is the protection of the god of death?"

Moyin pointed the gun at his own temple.

“You are crazy!!!!”

Fabiola immediately rushed forward and tried to get his gun back.

However, at this time, Moyin had already pulled the trigger.

Just as Fabiola was preparing himself to see Moyin's blood splatter five feet, he heard a click.

My own gun… misfired??????

"It's not a misfire, it's just that it can't fire."

As if to prove his point, Moyin pointed the gun at the window and pulled the trigger again.

With a loud bang, the window was shattered into pieces. Then Fabiola saw Moyin put the muzzle of the gun to his temple again and pulled the trigger three times in succession, but no bullet was fired throughout the process.

Fabiola was also stunned for a moment. She was very clear whether her gun had bullets or not. Even if it was really a misfire, it was impossible for three bullets to misfire consecutively.

Then she saw Moyin raised the gun and pointed it at the window again, and three loud gunshots were heard.

"See? This is the simplest explanation of the God of Death's protection. If you can't kill a specific individual, the world will be distorted for various reasons."

Merlin smiled and handed the pump-action shotgun back to Fabiola.

"If you have any doubts, try shooting yourself."

"That's not necessary, but why? You're so strong, do you still need me to fight? And I'm a handyman maid, usually doing odd jobs. I can't cook, and at most I can just clean. And most handyman maids like this can be hired for a few hundred dollars a year. I don't understand."

Fabiola hid the pump-action shotgun in her maid uniform again, and then asked in confusion.

"If I fight any opponent, wouldn't that be embarrassing? Besides, it would be boring if the opponent is too weak. If you were asked to step on 100,000 ants one by one, you would get bored, wouldn't you?"

"This, this is true."

Fabiola was stunned for a moment, then nodded. What kind of torture is it to step on 100,000 ants one by one? It will make people doubt their lives.

It seems that my future job is to help Moyin deal with those opponents that he despises?

"Also, let's talk about temper. The maids in my house are basically all of the elegant type. A little hot pepper like you with a rough style is also quite attractive."

"Ah! I am just a rude maid with no manners, okay? Let me make it clear in advance, even if I take your money, I will not change my temper! Courtesy is mutual! If you don't respect me, I will only be a maid who does things for money! Don't think that I will be servile to you just because I take your money!"

Fabiola said in self-abandonment.

"That's good, isn't it? You don't have to change your personality for work. You just have to work to eliminate the enemies I'm too lazy to deal with. That's enough."

"After you finish dealing with things here, tell the young master hiding outside to come back home. You won't be given too much time off when you work later."

Moyin raised his hand, pulled out a suitcase from thin air and handed it over.

"This is?"

"It's an advance on your salary. I don't have a bank account in this world, so I'll give it to you in cash."

Moyin replied with a smile.

Fabiola put the suitcase on the ground and remained silent as he looked at the suitcase full of US dollars.