Chapter 19
Wen Bei stared at him for a long time, and just when Qiu Tin thought he was going to get angry like a kitten again, he just raised his chin slightly, indicating that he could sit on the sofa.
He looked so noble, like a young master giving orders to his servants, or like a graceful nobleman bestowing a reward.
He showed no sign of embarrassment at the threat and took the initiative.
Qinglingling's eyes reflected his shadow clearly, as if there was not a trace of impurities.
He almost died in his own hands before.
That's really interesting.
Qiu Tin touched his Adam's apple, where there was a hidden binding rune.
At this moment, he seemed to feel hot again. This little pain could not disturb him, but it stimulated a bad mood.
He still wanted to see the beautiful little bird's wings broken by being stepped on and struggling helplessly.
Qiu Tin's eyes deepened, and just as he was about to move, he was suddenly interrupted by Wen Bei approaching.
The young man was so close to him that he could almost count his eyelashes in this position. His soft body was warm, a feeling he had never felt in all the hundreds of years since he was sealed away.
For a moment, he actually paused for breath, which was rare. His scarlet round pupils shrank into vertical pupils like a predator, staring at the little prey in front of him who seemed to be ignorant of the world.
Wen Bei observed enough and finally spoke. His voice was clear and melodious, but the ending tone was a little soft and sticky: "I have a question that I'm curious about."
Qiu Ting's mouth curled up slightly, and the evil aura in his body destroyed his disguised elegance. He spoke like an ancient nobleman from the last century: "Excuse me."
He crossed his long legs, his red vertical pupils still staring at Wen Bei, not missing any of his micro-expressions.
Wen Bei was calmer than he had imagined. He tilted his head innocently, but the question he asked was very presumptuous: "Are you human?"
The atmosphere in the room suddenly became like a storm. Black fog twisted and lurked in the corners, instantly filling the entire room. The murderous intent became stronger. The man in front of him could not see his expression clearly, and he looked increasingly weird and eerie.
Both parties remained silent.
The instinct for survival in his bones was suppressed by the pressure and it was almost suffocating. Every cell in his body was screaming to escape from this area, but Wen Bei just clenched his palms hard, with such force that even his roundly trimmed nails left marks on his palms.
There was no sign of panic on her face, only her eyelashes trembled.
An unknown amount of time passed before the black fog in the room gradually dissipated, and the originally eerie atmosphere returned to normal. Qiu Ting crossed his long legs and leaned back, the lines of muscle hidden by his clothes faintly visible. He seemed to find it extremely interesting, and a smile played on the corner of his mouth: "Of course I am."
He suddenly grabbed Wen Bei's wrist and easily circled it with two fingers. His movements were not rough, but he pulled his hand directly to his heart without giving it any chance of rejection.
The voice was deep and deep, like a bewitching siren from the depths of the sea: "Look what this is?"
"Heartbeat." Wen Bei struggled, but gave up when he realized it was no use. "Are you a polluter?"
Qiu Tin sneered, lowered his eyes and started playing with his fingers as if bored.
Both hands have distinct joints, but due to the difference in body size, Qiu Ting's palms are obviously much larger and can wrap around Wen Bei's slender fingers.
Wen Bei felt as if he was being stared at by a sticky snake, and his fingers curled up uncomfortably.
He tried his best to ignore the feeling, tilted his head and asked, "Why are you helping me?"
Qiu Tinge raised an eyebrow: "Hmm?"
Judging from the other person's expression, it seemed that he didn't take it to heart at all.
For him, it was really just like packing up the garbage.
Wen Bei reminded patiently: "Those fishermen."
Why kill it for him and bring it back?
This behavior is just like... a cat bringing its prey home to show off to its owner.
Wen Bei felt a little disgusted by his abrupt thought and almost couldn't help shivering.
This guy is not a cat carrying a little mouse home, but a real mad dog that can't be tied up even with a leash.
Qiu Ting didn't say anything. He suddenly touched the wound on Wen Bei's palm. It was the wound he had cut on his palm with a knife last time in order to lure the fishermen to kill each other.
Although thanks to the hotel's privileges, the wound faded to the point of being almost invisible after two nights of sleep. If it had happened before the end of the world, such a wound would definitely have left an ugly scar.
Qiu Ting stroked his soft palm and said, "Kill me if you want."
Even though he said that.
Wen Bei understood from his expression that he was clearly unhappy after losing his prey.
It's an uncomfortable feeling to be treated as prey.
Wen Bei withdrew his hand expressionlessly.
This time he succeeded.
Qiu Tin narrowed his eyes and seemed to be in a surprisingly good mood.
It's hard to tell what a madman is thinking.
Black fog began to spread under Wen Bei's feet again. This black fog always appeared with men, and seemed to particularly like to wrap around his ankles.
Wen Bei simply ignored it and got to the point: "Let's work together."
There was a rare hint of surprise in Qiu Tin's eyes. He repeated these two words as if muttering to himself, then his chest vibrated and he let out a muffled laugh.
He didn't expect Wen Bei to say such a thing.
Little fox.
A little fox that will wag its tail to confuse people and then take the opportunity to bite off a piece of meat.
Qiu Ding's eyes showed obvious interest: "Okay."
This time it was Wen Bei's turn to be surprised.
I don’t know what made the man happy about those words just now, but he actually agreed immediately.
Wen Bei frowned and his mood sank.
The man agreed so readily that he had a bad feeling.
Don't even think about signing a contract with this person. The only bond between them and their cooperation is a verbal promise, which can be overturned at any time.
It was a risky move, but he had to make it.
Wen Bei: "What do you want?"
Qiu Ting tilted his head like he had just done, but without any of his youthful innocence, only a sinister aura overflowed from him. He curled his lips and said, "Blood."
It is true.
Wen Bei was not surprised at all: "Okay, but it must be provided by me. You can't attack me without permission."
Qiu Ting's gaze fell on his fair neck inch by inch, his teeth itching a little, and he answered nonchalantly: "Yeah."
Wen Bei said with a cold face: "You can't attack other employees in the store either."
Qiu Tin was not interested in other people. He nodded, but his eyes still did not move away.
Wen Bei's eyes held a warning: "I will give you blood, but not now."
Qiu Ting smiled, his brows relaxed: "Okay."
After saying that, he stood up, calmly and composedly as if he was strolling in his own back garden. He didn't know when he had a small red flower between his fingertips and gently placed it on the table.
In an instant, the black mist enveloped the entire person and left silently.
There was only one person left in the room.
I don’t know how long it took, but Wenbei finally moved.
He picked up the little red flower, and with a push of his fingertips, the petals were crushed.
The red juice stained the fingertips, leaving a fragrance.
...
The next morning, when Wen Bei went downstairs, he found that something was wrong with the rabbit housekeeper.
The rabbit housekeeper who usually jumps and opens the door to receive guests seems to be particularly well-behaved today, or rather stiff.
It winked at itself, its three-lobed beak shaking wildly.
Wen Bei asked caringly: "Are you having cramps?"
Rabbit Butler: “…”
Following him to the restaurant, Wen Bei finally understood why it was so panicked.
The man who attacked him last night was now sitting in the restaurant, drinking black coffee with a small plate of cookies taken directly from the retail area next to him.
The hotel's minor rules did not restrict him much.
Wen Bei walked over and stared at the cup of black coffee curiously: "Where did it come from?"
When the rabbit butler saw him talking directly to the devil-like man so unscrupulously, he was so scared that he almost fainted and couldn't even hold his cane.
Qiu Tin glanced at him and said with a half-smile: "Just unlocked."
After saying that, he brought out another glass of milk from somewhere and handed it to him.
Wen Bei lowered his eyes: "I don't want to drink milk."
Qiu Tinge chuckled: "Drinking milk will make you taller."
Wen Bei, who is 1.79 meters tall: ...
OK.
He picked up the milk and drank it.
The atmosphere suddenly became extremely harmonious.
Rabbit Butler: ???
What exactly happened?
It had no idea that Qiu Ting had already broken free from the seal in the basement. It was already scared to death when it saw him this morning, and now it was even more terrified to see that its master was getting along so well with him.
Could it be that his master was being controlled?
The rabbit housekeeper didn't dare to breathe, and just watched them shivering as they finished a relatively peaceful breakfast.
After breakfast, Wen Bei went to the kitchen to look at the menu.
I found that Qiu Ting not only unlocked coffee and milk, but also unlocked a set called English Afternoon Tea, which included black tea and desserts.
Who is the owner of this hotel? He enjoys it better than him.
Wen Bei twitched his lips and closed the menu again.
Never mind, he just considered it as another free labor.
And this labor also helped him unlock three new recipes.
After breakfast, Qiu Ting sat on the soft sofa originally prepared for guests in the lobby on the first floor and read a book, like a sated lion taking a rest. The book was full of obscure foreign languages.
Wen Bei took a glance and felt that it looked very much like the Russian language in his original world.
This world is a parallel world to his original world, and it is also Earth.
There is no difference in the text.
Ji Mingyuan, who had patrolled around to make sure there were no safety hazards, just came back at this time.
He also noticed Qiu Ting immediately.
This man was too conspicuous. Even if one tried to restrain his presence, one could not ignore his terrifying aura.
Ji Mingyuan's eyes immediately showed a sense of vigilance: "What is this?"
The black eagle instantly appeared on his shoulder, feathers raised in a tense manner.
Qiu Ting was not affected by the atmosphere on their side at all. He was immersed in the world of his own book and even turned a page.
The fear in Ji Mingyuan's eyes grew stronger.
Wen Bei quickly stopped him.
Ji Mingyuan: "This person is very dangerous."
As expected of the security captain, he can see through the essence at a glance.
Wen Bei sighed in his heart, then patted his shoulder: "I know you are anxious, but don't be anxious."
You are no match for him anyway.
Ji Mingyuan also knew this, but the murderous aura on this man was too strong, so he didn't dare to relax: "Who is he?"
At the same time, quickly plan in your mind how to protect the boss to the greatest extent if a fight suddenly breaks out.
Wen Bei was silent, not knowing how to explain but having to come up with an excuse to fool his employees.
So he thought for a moment, and suddenly an idea flashed in his mind. He raised his head and said firmly: "This is my creditor!"
The author has something to say:
A reasonable but sick statement.
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