Chapter 44 Blue Blood (4)

Aisina lowered her head suddenly, her glasses falling from her nose: "You mean, he is always on the verge of losing control?"

"Think about it again." Cong Yue covered the pillow again, not giving her a chance to repeat the question.

Zhou Ye, who was bathing in the eyes of the crowd, seemed to be extremely tired. He put down his hand holding the key and leaned his head on Nuo's shoulder.

He took the champagne handed by the waiter, took a sip, patted the shoulder of the alchemy puppet holding him in his arms and announced: "Everyone continue to relax and have fun! I have to go to the dessert area to fill my stomach."

"Nuo and I are a little hungry." Zhou Ye waved his hand to say goodbye to everyone, and was considerate of Nuo as if a puppet would really be hungry.

As he moved, Nuo's body made a tingling metallic whirring and colliding sound, like a rusty old engine trying to restart.

Hearing the noise, most people subconsciously stepped away, while Aixina immediately raised her head and followed the two people walking towards the dessert area.

Zhou Ye looked tired after the carnival. His eyes were drooping under his black hair, and his right hand was gently stroking the ring on his other hand.

Looking at him like this, the man who always seemed gentle and sociable actually had a bit of indifference and alienation, a sense of being a bystander who was out of tune with the public.

The happiness just now quickly faded from him, as if it had never existed.

Looking up, Aisina, who was paying attention to the state of the alchemy puppet, found that his gray and cold lips were slowly rising and falling, and his head was obediently approaching the black-haired young man.

The slight gesture was similar to the way Tan Yue treated Zhou Ye before, with a hint of attachment that could not be hidden.

"What do you want to eat?" Nuo kneaded Zhou Ye inconspicuously, especially his warm arms with the softness of a living person.

This vest was as cold as some cold-blooded animals because of the alchemy lines in the body, and his instinct made him yearn for warmth and physical contact. He really couldn't control his impulse.

"Some vegetarian food is fine. There are activities this afternoon, so we can't eat too much meat." Zhou Ye noticed Nuo's action, but did not stop him. Instead, he put his left hand close to his face to let him feel the temperature.

Without thinking, Ma Jia closed his eyes, pressed his hand against his, and sighed, "So warm." He

was immersed in the instinctive happiness, and he didn't even feel the cold ring with the scent of the moon scraping against his cheek.

This body was as strong as a bear, and the size of the original body was just like a kitten to him. If there was no one around, he would even want to stick his whole body to the original body and immerse himself in the happiness of being close to a cat.

Coincidentally, a senior member of the association who had greeted Zhou Ye before came over, holding a large glass of milk wine and wanted to clink glasses.

He took the initiative to say, "President, you are also in the dessert area."

Zhou Ye habitually observed the visitor from the perspective of Ma Jia, and he urged Nuo to turn around to see who was greeting him.

Nuo half-turned his head, a casual movement, but the man behind him shuddered.

A pair of dark and deep eyes stared at him like a hellhound.

The hollow control ring that had been there before and gave everyone present a sense of security disappeared in Nuo's eye sockets.

The gentleman's breathing stopped for a few seconds, and he patted his chest after recovering. Then he suspected that he was just mistaken and wanted to take another look.

At this time, the whole body of the iron monster turned around, revealing the shape of a shoulder chair formed by his clasped arms, and the black-haired young man sitting on it.

He seemed to be completely unaware of the urgency of the situation, and was still playing with the monster's chin with his hand.

The gentleman's hand, which was originally tightly holding the champagne, began to tremble, and the milky white wine spilled all over the floor. He spoke incoherently: "You... no, he."

"What's wrong?" Zhou Ye saw that he was stiff, so he took back his hand that was teasing Nuo, and asked with concern, "Do you have something to ask me?"

"No, the monster behind you, him." He wanted to answer, but under Nuo's eyes, the sound from his mouth became smaller and smaller, and his body became more and more stiff.

A sense of being locked in death directly and vividly stuck to his back.

Noticing the stalemate in the dessert area, Aisina hurriedly pushed Tan Yue. Tan Yue, who was resting her head on her knees, looked up and found that the control ring in Nuo's eyes disappeared, and the moon energy she placed in the key also disappeared a little.

It seems that the special effects converted from the stunning value were treated as the overflow of the body energy by the moon energy and eliminated completely.

She couldn't help but cover her head. This situation was exposed much earlier than planned, and she had to find a reason to explain it.

Aixina hurriedly pulled Tu Yue to get up, and Zhou Ye asked Siming who was standing beside to speed up, and must control the situation before it escalated.

Siming's footsteps were even, two steps at a time. Aixina could even see the faint lightning under his long sleeves. She could not guarantee the safety of the president better than Siming, and her footsteps were no longer anxious and flustered.

Zhou Ye shook the key lightly to think, the situation just now was just like Nuo did not need any operation to break free from the alchemy line, and tried to disguise himself.

He couldn't simply use the key to control Nuo again as the ultimate in this matter. If it happens once, there will be a second time. The trust and intimidation he just established will be transferred.

His image will also change from "a president with powerful subordinates and gentle manner" to "a troublemaker who can't control the situation and clings to the powerful."

If he wants to sit firmly in his position, he needs to show the people in the association that he has control over power.

He needs to disclose a fact that he originally wanted to hide, and set up another reason for Nuo to take action against others, so as to avoid the vest actions in the future being considered to be driven by the original body and destroying the image.

And this reason must be justified.

Everything was sorted out in a few seconds, and Zhou Ye tapped Nuo's chest with his fingers, where some half-mottled alchemy patterns were revealed, and the tapping sound was unexpectedly crisp and pleasant.

The guy who had clearly regained consciousness took several seconds to respond.

He tilted his head and slowly turned his ear towards his chest, as if trying to figure out where the sound came from. His eyes, which had been fixed on the gentleman in front of him, also moved to his chest, specifically to Zhou Ye's hand.

"Hypocrites..." He spoke so slowly that it felt like he was speaking again. His voice was ambiguous, soft but clear, "What are you doing?"

"Looking at the coward." Zhou Ye smiled and replied to him, his smile unchanged, not the slightest bit surprised by the puppet's response. He stretched out his hand to the trembling gentleman, "Do you need me to call a servant to change the wine for you?"

The gentleman immediately shook his head and put the wine glass on the table. After a few steps, he realized that the situation was different from what he had known. He was no longer extremely panicked, not to mention that when he looked to his side, Siming was already close to him. He breathed a sigh of relief.

Wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, he asked cautiously, "You?"

"Are you talking about Nuo?"

"Why is there no control ring in his eyes?" An old woman next to him spoke first, questioning in a tone without any respect.

"Because - the hypocrite, did not control me." Nuo's words became smoother, and the light of the alchemy pattern on his body dimmed. Zhou also cooperated with him to enhance the special effects of the flesh and blood that covered the tearing on his body, and even the blood vessels that grew and overflowed in the tiny parts were extremely fine and more real.

"Autonomous speech." The old woman's face changed. "President Zhou, why don't you strengthen the control?!"

"It's okay, he will be obedient." Zhou Ye didn't care about the old woman's face and pulled Nuo's shoulder. This terrible puppet was clearly not controlled. He was still extremely obedient and gently carried him to the chair, like the most humble servant.

"Thank you, Nuo, you can sit with us."

"No, you can't do that," the gentleman shook his head suddenly, pointed at Nuo and said, "Even if you are not afraid of him losing control, a mechanical puppet is a mechanical puppet and should not sit with people. He can only sit with bastards..." The gentleman

was about to start a long speech about the lower-class scum, but he realized that the person in front of him had black hair like most of the scum. His throat rolled twice, and he stopped awkwardly, feeling a little confused.

The black-haired man also became the president.

But at the same time, he was secretly alert that he should not speak without restraint at home in the future, so as not to develop a habit and offend the president.

After a few breaths of silence, Nuo obeyed the order and sat down. The deal was done, the gentleman and the old woman stopped talking and sat down at the table next to each other in a daze.

Siming took advantage of the situation and sat next to Zhou Ye. Bu Yue, who came a little later, saw that there were no seats on either side. The expression on his face relaxed and he was about to go back.

Aisina glanced at the corners of her lips that were obviously downward, tightened her arm, and pulled out the chair opposite Zhou Ye, forcing her to sit down.

"We're all here, then come and have something with me." Zhou Ye took the small dessert from Nuo and nodded to a few people.

The banquet here is coming to an end, and the questioning in the private room has also come to an end.

Golden rays of light drifted into the room with the wind, passing through the polka-dot curtains that fell to the ground, like colorful raindrops falling on the tight crew uniforms, on the feather fans inlaid with gems, and on the fragrant bagels cut by silver cutlery.

"What a beautiful afternoon."

The ladies and gentlemen, who were satisfied with their meals and drinks, nodded and slowly dispersed.

The ladies were wearing gorgeous woven silk skirts covered with soft feather veils, and when they walked, they were like mist floating over the red velvet carpet at the entrance of the association. The leather shoes worn by the gentlemen made a rhythmic crackling sound, and everyone got on the car with the help of the driver.

In the long shadow of the carriage, a man with a desolate face walked out of the association gate. He looked around and found the child he missed before the dew soaked his trousers and feet.

In the garbage pile filled with leftovers and nowhere to go, a yellow cap was like a greeting waiting for a response.

"Dumpling, dumpling." He called out, waking up the newspaper boy who was tied up and stuffed into the garbage can.

Almost a long sigh passed, and the child with a dirty face woke up. He opened his brown eyes, shining in the dark night, and the clean tears washed two white streaks on his face.

"Uncle, have you found Brother Zhou Ye?"

"Uncle."

"Did you find him?"

"Will he help us?"

Ding Xiang's hand on his shoulder seemed to regain its senses, and he felt a cold and damp feeling.

He seemed to have eaten a little too much, and the delicacies in his stomach rolled like stinky socks thrown into the washing machine.

It was so delicious when he ate it, but when he vomited it out, it would be no different from the garbage dumped in the trash can in front of him.

His neck was stiff and he couldn't answer a word.

"Uncle..." Tuanzi made a weak sound, and finally stopped the questioning that made Ding Xiang feel ashamed. He showed a pitiful smile, and the dirt on his face was all in his wine dimples. "I'm so hungry."

Ding Xiang hurriedly fumbled around his body, trying to find something left over from lunch. At this time, he didn't even have time to feel guilty. He eagerly touched his upper chest pocket from his pocket. It seemed that there was something. He was happy. Was it a candy?

He excitedly reached into the pocket and squeezed it tightly - it seemed that something wet was drilling out from his fingers.

He took it out and saw that it was a bloody and broken piece of white porcelain. He didn't know when it fell into his pocket.