The Advancing Bucky

Master, your hand is bleeding. Let me clean it for you.

And so, moist lilacs began winding around his finger, gently twirling.

Sometimes they sucked on it like a baby; sometimes they seemed to be savoring a sweet milk stick.

At that moment, if it were accompanied by the gaze of those deep blue, rippling eyes, the consumption effect would be even better.

—Naturally, such a scene would never happen.

After that tiny bit of blood was wiped clean, the small wound on his finger had already healed completely—as long as he was within the club, Boss Luo was immortal.

He remembered being shot in the forehead by the first customer and still getting back to his feet alive. Now, this wound was even lighter than a cut. If not for Maid Miss's concern, Boss Luo would not have bothered with it at all. As someone who often went in and out of the kitchen, occasionally cutting himself was simply too commonplace.

"Ah—help—don't come over—!!!"

Bucky suddenly fell off the sofa onto the floor, then struggled up in a panic, even flailing both fists wildly at the air.

But Bucky quickly realized that he seemed to be no longer in that terrifying place. There were no countless poisonous snakes crawling around him either. This was clearly the place he had entered at the beginning.

Before him, there was no longer that terrifying three-headed monster or the bloody corpse-Maid. The young man and woman had returned to their original appearances.

Bucky steadied himself... Lucifer wasn't here?

He remembered that when the surroundings had first begun to change, when the enormous three-headed monster and the corpse-Maid had appeared and the ground had turned into terrifying magma, he had desperately called out to Lucifer.

He did not want to die. He really, really