Chapter 02 Nobles

The sand table was manipulated by the plastic flower and cut into close-up mode. The red mark marked the peepers and they fled.

There were five in total. At Zhou Ye's request, the plastic flower annotated them according to the numbers.

Number one was an old lady. She pretended to be selling fruit and looked around and greeted people. She was the first to see Siming. In the sand table, she seemed to be casually calling the puppy to carry the backpack on his back. Following her movements, number two, who was originally wandering not far away, began to approach Siming. Number two

was blending in with the crowd and pretending to be a pedestrian. He thought he had covered himself well, but in an inadvertent moment, he caught a hint of a slightly mocking and playful smile on Siming's face. Number

two's back was immediately covered with cold sweat. He was discovered and he quickly lowered his head.

Even though he didn't know who was the enemy, he felt that he was being seen through after just one glance. There was definitely something wrong with that person. He was not a noble from the upper city who only knew how to have fun.

Looking at the man's luxurious clothes and silver-white hair, he pulled his hat down and followed Siming directly.

Siming's expression, appearance, and clothes made him avoided by the people around him. He soon arrived in front of the Zhou family's small courtyard. The ordinary and simple hut formed a strong contrast with him. The people who followed him quietly looked at each other for a few times, but they didn't know why this noble was looking for them.

Then they saw that the man bent down, and his robe was stained by the dust on the ground, but he touched the rusty door as if he didn't care at all, as if he was confirming something.

He fumbled for a while and looked at his palm. No one could see from this angle. Number Two estimated that he was holding an instrument. Then the silver-haired noble nodded and strode into the yard.

"He is also here to find Zhou Ye..." Several people looked at each other and signaled someone to go in, but Number Two, who was being watched by everyone, shook his head.

"Anyway, we have already confirmed that Zhou Ye has no ability to resist. Why are we so cautious? If it were me, we should just rush in and kill him to complete the mission."

"If we go now, we will run into that noble." Number Two shook his head.

He thought of the noble's silver hair. According to the law that black hair means no talent or low-level talent, and the lighter the hair color, the stronger the talent, the guy might be an extremely talented person.

"Let's wait for this nobleman to leave. He can't stay here for long. We can do whatever we want to him then."

"First notify the guy squatting in the attic to keep an eye on him. It's better for us not to get close."

After slightly shocking the nearby peepers, Siming's brisk pace, which was originally maintained as a nobleman, suddenly quickened.

Pushing open the door of the second-floor room, he immediately noticed the photo of the man with the foamy hair, but still walked towards the main body first.

He directly used his hands to sweep away the debris around him, picked him up in a way that tried to avoid touching Zhou Ye's wounds, and returned to the hall, where the curtains were not drawn.

"Does it hurt?"

Standing high in the attic on the other side, the man marked as No. 5 read his lip language and kept recording with his hands.

"Not bad." Zhou Ye said this, but No. 5 saw that Siming's movements became a little gentler. He seemed to be very familiar with the environment and took out the first aid box from upstairs without asking.

Siming half-knelt to help the main body clean the wound. His angle just blocked Zhou Ye's legs.

No. 5 blinked, unsure of the relationship between the two. Zhou Zuogu never revealed that he still had a relationship with that group of nobles, so this was someone Zhou Ye knew during his school years.

Although there are not many information channels in the remote town, he does not know Zhou Ye's situation in Tianyi College, but this guy was expelled from school, so it is impossible for him to be an excellent student. What benefits can a dropout who has fallen to such a level gain?

His camera stayed on Zhou Ye

's face, which looked pale due to excessive blood loss, for dozens of seconds before moving away. The wound had been roughly cleaned up, and Siming picked up Zhou Ye again. This time it was not a princess hug, but an arm hug. Zhou Ye put his hands on his shoulders, his right hand grasping his left hand, and other parts such as the joints were taped to prevent touching.

"Give it to me." Zhou Ye knew that there were also people watching from above, and he didn't want them to find the brand-like mark on his left hand, and the ring was the best way to cover it up.

Siming didn't respond quickly.

He bent his knees and half pressed on the sofa, Zhou Ye's body was completely covered by him, and his face, which didn't have much blood color, turned a little red due to the sudden anger of a living person.

He was totally uncomfortable, the vision on both sides was too close, and he had a strange feeling of being surrounded by mirrors, so both his main body and vest stopped moving temporarily until he regained some of his composure.

"Here you go."

Siming showed his displeasure in a subtle way towards the kindness, which made people feel that he was dissatisfied with Zhou Ye's resistance.

One of his eyebrows was slightly raised, his thin lips were tightly pursed, and he looked like he was suppressing his emotions. His pupils, which were so light blue that they looked like gray, were only half exposed, like a black panther aiming at its prey and ready to attack at any time.

But even so, he still did not pull away from Zhou Ye until Zhou Ye put on the ring completely. At that moment, Number Five caught a glimpse of relaxation and even a hint of pleasure on his face.

His whole body posture was completely relaxed, and his hands, which were obviously well-fed and without any traces of training, wandered between Zhou Ye's slender white legs. He helped Zhou Ye put on his shoes and socks with his own hands.

But Zhou Ye's attitude was always resistant, and he turned his head away, as if he was extremely disgusted by the approach of the silver-haired noble.

But what could he do? He had become a useless man who was unable to resist any evildoer.

Number Five stared at him intently, and the camera moved down to Zhou Ye's calves. The corners of his mouth unconsciously revealed a hint of sarcasm. He remembered that when Zhou Ye went in, he was wearing ordinary shoes and socks, but at this moment he was wearing obviously exquisite velvet stockings with leg rings tied around his knees.

It was obviously Sima Ming who put it on him. His tender white flesh was tightly bound by the black ring, and his already thin legs soon showed marks.

He realized that Zhou Ye was indeed very beautiful, not just his face.

Number Five forced himself to shift his gaze as if to divert his attention, and then he found that the jade ring that was originally on the hand of the noble in the upper city was now worn on the ring finger of Zhou Ye's left hand.

Is this a mark left by that noble? He felt it was tricky, and the situation did not seem to be as easy to solve as expected. He scattered his gaze around Zhou's house.

The old house was bought by Zhou Ye's father and renovated by hand. Traces of handwork can be seen everywhere. Some vegetables are planted in the yard. Of course, it has now fallen into disrepair because no one takes care of it.

Zhou Ye himself was a pretty good student in Xiangshan City. He won a place as an exchange student with his grades and then entered Tianyi College, which was built in the floating city. It is said that he has obtained the right to stay in the floating city, but for some unknown reason, he dropped out of school and returned home two years later.

No. 5 recalled the information given in the association, and could hardly find any trace of the existence of the mysterious noble family, and this was the most difficult part.

At this time, the sky turned from light to dark, and he had to switch to the night vision device for monitoring. In the calorimeter, Siming had been busy in the house. He never slacked off from beginning to end, and seemed to really want to help Zhou Ye clean the room.

He didn't even try to take credit from Zhou Ye.

Here, Zhou Ye was communicating with Plastic Flower in the pure white space, asking if there were any more amazing values ​​for scene fabrication.

Plastic Flower just showed a counting board with pitiful single digits.

"This is what I just collected. At most, I can make some flashy little items, or the ones that can only be looked at but not touched. That one is cheap, and you can exchange a lot of them with just a little bit."

"How small is it exactly?" Zhou Ye's eyes fell on Siming who was busy.

"The size of the one you've seen is smaller than... the size of the pillow in your arms."

Zhou Ye immediately thought of the authentication card issued by the association. In this era when associations manage their own cities, it is difficult to move without an authentication card.

The gap between the associations is also reflected in the control of the city. The big associations are like the Citizens' Protection Association, managing almost all of Qingshui City's internal affairs, and have the ability to manage taxes, real estate, medical care, etc.

Due to the loss of technology during the historical fault, everything recorded in the cards of ordinary citizens is almost not a secret to the big associations, and the cards inherited by the top nobles have a higher level of physical security at the beginning of manufacturing, and a low-level reader will appear. When facing a high-level authentication card, it will display verification but cannot be read.

With this thing, the superficial identity he set for Sima Ming was confirmed.

"I can make it, but there can't be corresponding information in it."

"It doesn't matter, it's better to say that there is no corresponding information." Zhou Ye's face slowly rose with a gentle smile. "Can the monitoring and positioning function be realized?"

"This...isn't it bad?" The plastic flower flew around Zhou Ye and finally fell into his open palm like a ball of wool.

"What is good and what is bad?" This plastic flower actually has a sense of good and evil. Who taught it?

"I just think that we should respect the privacy of others. Although it's a vest..."

"Who said a few days ago that it doesn't matter even if you rule the world?" Zhou Ye easily shut up the plastic flower with a few words and returned to the pure white space.

After it went back, Zhou Ye's fingers gently stroked the armrest of the wheelchair, reviewing the behavior of the plastic flower.

It was ambitious to conquer the world when we first met it, but now it is hesitant to be a eavesdropper. It is really inconsistent. Is this side of it used to paralyze itself?

When - the broken clock that Siming had picked up faithfully performed its duties, and soon pointed to the dinner time in the afternoon. The originally crisp bell sounded like a broken bell.

Number 5, who was squatting in the attic not far away, quickly raised the telescope and aimed it at the lighted kitchen.

He originally thought that Zhou was cooking for the noble, but when the camera zoomed in, it was the silver-haired noble standing in the kitchen. He opened the refrigerator and took away the pot, with a curious look of having never seen the world.

"Could it be that the stupid noble is pretending to be... Damn it!"

After all the places for placing the meals were vacated, the silver-haired noble waved his hand, and all kinds of exquisite food fell directly on the table.

Many of the foods he had only heard of were fine, but many of the dishes he had never seen.

No, this person has an alchemy item for storage, and it is a non-delay transmission.

It looks like it is still steaming, which means it is a non-delay transmission, but it is a large-scale alchemy formation that is activated whenever there is an alien siege.

He activated this just to prepare a meal for Zhou Ye. What if he knew someone was plotting to kill Zhou Ye?

A drop of cold sweat fell from No. 5's forehead. He took out his mobile phone and made a call.

"Plan ahead of time and let those debt collectors come again. Be sure to determine the attitude of the nobles."

"Okay."

After completing the order, he looked at Zhou's house again.

Siming brought it directly from the kitchen to the coffee table, then helped the main body sit on the carpet, leaned against the sofa and started to eat.

He folded up his sleeves, which were obviously valuable and had the family's emblem, to facilitate passing the chopsticks to Zhou Ye.

He turned on the TV that had escaped being stolen, and the voices in the drama accompanied the sounds of the two people eating very harmoniously.

Zhou Ye pretended to be relaxed and complained to Siming about the plot that had just been broadcast on TV, and Siming also responded readily, without any of his previous attitude.

In the room, the black-haired young man with gentle features and the white-haired man were chatting happily, and both of them were very casual.

At the end of the chat, Zhou Ye fell on Siming's arms with laughter, and Siming's pure white and smooth hair was held in his palm and played with it. He didn't mind tying it into a knot or braiding it again and again. After

a while of arguing, the meal was almost finished, and Zhou obediently let Siming carry him back to the sofa, watching Ma Jia go to wash the dishes.

His consciousness could watch the show while washing dishes in the kitchen, and the touch and vision were real.

This kind of coexisting sensory experience would be beyond the nature of discomfort for ordinary people. Zhou Ye is now well adapted, thanks to his talent, the talent he once had.

It has been a long time since I lay down on the sofa and rested. Zhou Ye was enjoying the moment and closed his eyes to rest his mind, but was awakened by a loud noise coming from the door.

In an instant, Siming, who was cleaning up, withdrew from the daily life of dishes and soapy water, and walked to the door with a stern look.