Chapter 47 Path (1)

The feeling of being suddenly instilled with a large number of memories was very uncomfortable. Zhou Ye pushed Siming away. He just wanted to brush his arm away, but he didn't expect that Siming, whose energy was emptied, fell to the ground almost instantly, and the ancient clothes inlaid with gold thread almost instantly rubbed against the ground.

"Are you okay?" The original body asked with a hoarse throat.

"Don't worry about me." Siming said this weakly and slowly, like a willow bud in the cold winter, with nothing to rely on except floating lightly in the wind. He stood up, holding on to the table behind him.

Zhou Ye leaned against Tan Yue's arms, his fiery hair rubbing against his slender wrists, the ring on his ring finger gleaming in the afternoon light, a light-toned oil painting suddenly appeared before his eyes.

He slowly closed his left eye, which was still in deep pain, and pointed at the void with his hand. The people in the cafe slowly woke up.

Ronnie opened his eyes first. Unlike the reliable captain in his memory, Zhou Ye's figure was slender but thinner. The shirt with a bow tie had many long wrinkles, especially around his waist, which was now being held by Tan Yue in a protective manner.

As if her property was coveted, after noticing that Ronnie had been looking at Zhou Ye for a long time, Cong Yue waved her arm and sent out two moon discs, which was a bit threatening.

"But... Senior," Ronnie shrank back and wanted to ask a few more questions. Siming raised one hand slightly, and his shoulders shrugged suddenly. A shock of fear descended upon him. He looked at Zhou Ye who was frowning and covering his eyes, took a deep breath, and shouted to Siming: "Let's go out and talk!"

The guests in the cafe were shocked and turned around one after another. Almost all eyes were focused on a few people. Two guys who were obviously from the nobles gave two signals, and one of them quietly stood up and followed Ronnie not far away.

With his eyes focused, the natural desire for control in the original body was aroused again. Fortunately, Zhou Ye had closed his right eye at this moment. He ignored Ronnie's words and stretched out his hand to Nuo.

The ferocious beast, which was so intimidating because of its huge size, suddenly took his palm and when it separated, there was already an eye mask made of plain silk.

He knelt on the ground and tied the pure white eye mask for Zhou Ye in a completely submissive posture. His long and thick knuckles covered with scars rubbed against the original body's soft cheeks with visible fur, making the original frown subconsciously, thus showing dissatisfaction with his service.

The key that could control his mind was hanging on Zhou Ye's chest.

But the creature, which had regained its sanity, did nothing but tie the ribbon behind the blindfold again.

"Good boy." A lady sitting not far away muttered subconsciously, and then quickly covered her mouth. No one questioned her words.

Cong Yue was right behind the original body. She tilted her head, and with her slender orchid-like hand, she held up the original body, whose left eye drooped due to discomfort. The beautiful woman narrowed her red eyes and smiled with interest.

"Zhou Zhou, it's uncomfortable, right?" With every word she said, everyone's attention shifted a little. "You are still very weak, and you can't live without these little things."

Following the movement of her fingertips, three or four moon discs flew out in succession, and approached Zhou Ye in full view of the public. Under the name of treatment, they were approached at will. These moon butterflies did not have much energy in their bodies, and Zhou Ye needed to determine whether there was still a rejection reaction.

The two of them were getting closer and closer, and the curled red hair was almost close to Zhou Ye's face. At this moment, the main body was held in her arms, showing an extremely weak and powerless posture.

The moon energy was slowly input along the position where Tu Yue and the main body were in contact, and began to approach Zhou Ye's left eye, but there was no reaction. He no longer needed the moon energy to maintain his health.

In the eyes of everyone, Zhou Ye was almost completely controlled to accomplish all this. He half-closed his eyelids and looked extremely weak.

A complete morbidity lingered around him. If his eyes were a window, then at this moment, Zhou Ye's right eye, whether looking from the outside to the inside or upside down, was only confused and detached.

He seemed to have gotten used to being treated like this.

Tan Yue's hands pinched his face, sinking slightly, making him look more like a carefully baked porcelain, being admired in the name of "concern".

"That's our new president, right, Zhou Ye... What's his relationship with the resurrected witch?"

"I don't know, who is behind him, I think I've seen her somewhere."

"You don't even know this, it's spread like crazy, I'll send you."

Everyone was completely immersed in guessing the erotic content. Regarding Zhou Ye, Siming, and Tan Yue, they whispered to each other with great interest. The noble ladies even raised their fans to cover themselves, and many middle-aged people directly talked about Zhou Ye.

"Hey, you," Ronnie spoke again, "Si Ming, right? You guys..."

He hadn't finished speaking yet, Siming, who was concentrating on the main body, looked up, his lips slightly curved, his pupils raised, without making any sound, his mouth shape was: "Get away."

In the eyes of others, he didn't want to alarm the weak young man. In fact, Zhou couldn't bear to scold him loudly, and he had tried his best to restrain the distortion of the vest's words and deeds.

This scene was not only due to his abnormal talent, but Ronnie's talent factor was also unstable.

Zhou also hoped that he would leave here as soon as possible. Due to the previous mission cooperation, his control over Ronnie's current actions was only a thin layer of paper.

But he was really a good boy. After taking a deep breath, he actually stepped forward.

Nuo, who had been standing by, stood up abruptly, his huge body intervening between Ronnie and the original body.

"Let me... talk to you." His voice had an electronic texture, as if passing through a channel of metal, stone and tiles. With his huge body that did not match his face, he looked completely hypocritical.

After he finished speaking, without waiting for Ronnie to make the next move, he grabbed his collar and walked to the corner of the street dozens of meters away from the cafe.

"Don't pull my collar! Don't pull it!"

Ronnie struggled violently, but his hands did not move much. He turned his back in a hurry until he was out of Zhou Ye's visible range, and rolled up his sleeves while mumbling.

Cuts and injection ports appeared in front of Nuo's eyes, and Zhou Ye's heart, which had been relaxed, was lifted again.

"What are you looking at?" Ronnie noticed that Nuo's eyes were staring at his wound, so he pulled down his coat to cover it up. "I haven't settled accounts with you yet! Did you bully the senior?"

"You, and the red-haired Siming, bullied the senior together, right? And the teachers in the school..."

"No," Nuo shook his head, and it was hard to tell whether he was happy or angry on his face whose gender was difficult to identify. "The hypocrite... is my owner."

"And why do you think the teachers in the school would hurt him?"

"Impossible, I know senior, he will never hang out with those who think of themselves as nobles. That white hair, he's an old antique!! When I returned to school, those old guys discussed sending me away, and senior suddenly disappeared, I..." "

Luckily I escaped and signed an agreement with the association. Even if I'm a test subject, it's better than being tricked and killed by them." Ronnie's expression became more and more excited.

"You controlled senior and made him unable to move."

His voice gradually trembled and became sharp. Nuo saw from the corner of his eye that something began to float in the backlit shadow at a very fast speed, and it seemed to be a figure.

"Number 1057, suppress your talent." The figure said coldly and returned to the shadow.

When Ronnie heard the voice, his back trembled instantly, and he lowered his head and nodded repeatedly, with "hmm, hmm" coming out of his mouth continuously.

"Are you okay?" Nuo tilted his head and touched his ear, where there was a suppressor in earring state.

The suppressor on Nuo's body did a half-true and half-false thing after he had enough energy. The first time the figure appeared, there was a background noise of alchemy equipment similar to electronic reflection.

Zhou was also sure that it was not a living person, but some kind of stimulant used for surveillance, which was activated when Ronnie's talent was about to get out of control.

"It has nothing to do with you!"

Ronnie's eyes quickly turned red like blood, and he grabbed his left hand with his right hand, trying his best to suppress the trembling of his body, which caused the opposite effect, and his entire upper body shook more violently.

"Anyway, I won't leave until I'm sure that Senior is safe. I...I still want to join the association, and I want to follow Senior."

The young man gritted his teeth and forced himself to speak: "I will definitely protect Senior!"

Nuo stood there, sighing at the twisted and struggling Ronnie in front of him, this silly boy.

He said helplessly: "Do you really understand the hypocrite?"

"Do you think he needs your protection?"

"Look at yourself, are you sure you can protect him?"

The circle in the silver pupil did not light up, like a clear glass, with the power to see through people's hearts as it flows. Being in it, Ronnie's already fragile heart shrank even more, and his bloodshot eyes were filled with emotions.

"No, I know you very well!"

"You hate the nobles, you like the common people, you are always nice to everyone, every time you go on a mission, you would rather get hurt than call others, you hope to build a world without hierarchy..."

Nuo covered his mouth before he finished speaking, the arm made of alchemy lines was thick, it covered his entire face, and his mouth was deformed.

Ronnie shook his head and struggled frantically, the characteristics of his talent activation appeared.

"Don't talk nonsense."

The noble attendant following Ronnie held the recorder tightly in his hand, thinking that he seemed to have recorded something rare, and was excited. When he raised his head, Nuo had arrived in front of him without knowing when. He was struck by lightning, and his body subconsciously ran away.

Nuo did not chase him, he turned around, and Ronnie had disappeared.

Zhou Ye also knew that it was the organization he belonged to that initiated the compulsory measures and took him away.

Just now when Ronnie activated his talent, in Nuo's perspective, his talent factor became strange, not what a human should have, but rather like an extremely alien, twisted and chaotic.

It turned out that he felt it was extremely easy to control Ronnie, not only because he was defenseless, but also for this reason.

In the coffee shop, Zhou Ye seemed to have recovered after being healed by Cong Yue. He gently patted Siming's hand away and pushed the wheelchair away by himself. Aisina followed closely behind with the documents.

The marble-paved road surface was not very convenient for wheelchairs to move. After Zhou Ye pushed for a while, Nuo took over, and Siming and Cong Yue were the last. There was no communication between the two.

"Why aren't you talking?" Aisina felt that the atmosphere between the few people was not right, so she took the initiative to talk to Cong Yue.

"There's nothing to talk about." Cong Yue shrugged, and her whole body was loose and floating in the air. She was obviously elegant, but Aisina felt that she seemed to be shabby.

"Is the president okay?" After trying Cong Yue to no avail, Aisina turned to ask Zhou Ye, who was always easy to talk to. To her surprise, Zhou Ye just smiled at the corners of his lips and didn't say a word.

"You are so annoying." Siming raised his head, left a word of disgust, and quickly approached Zhou Ye. Aisina could only see the back of his head.

Cong Yue, Siming, Nuo, and especially the president, all had an inexplicable sense of fatigue, but they expressed it in different ways. If you are not familiar with them, maybe they just felt that they worked too late yesterday.

Aisina has been busy with them until now, so she naturally knows that it is not like this.

These people are so strange.

She couldn't help thinking, and slowly fell to the end. When did it start? Yes, it started from the contact between Ronnie and the president just now. To be more specific, it started from the skin contact between the two.

Could it be!!

She widened her eyes and was shocked by what she thought. Just because the president touched someone else, Siming got angry?

But the ancestor also touched the president's face... This makes it more possible! The villain in Aisina's heart was already pounding the ground and screaming, but she still looked serious on the outside and even adjusted her glasses.

She stepped forward, approached the president, and spoke carefully: "President, do you still need to organize the documents when you go back? I actually have..."

"No, you go back first," Zhou Ye was still wondering why she was standing behind and muttering for a long time. It turned out that she wanted to rest. "I actually also..."

He tried to find a reason to make it reasonable for him to put down his affairs so that Ai Xina could take a vacation with peace of mind. After looking around, Fu Yuepiao was in front and Nuo was behind, neither of them was convenient. Only Siming was on the left.

He smiled softly, trying to show his concern for his subordinates, pointing to the confused vest and said: "You are tired too, right?"

"Yeah," Siming nodded. He was only patient with the original body. He took the opportunity to pinch his hand, stroking and playing with it carefully. "Go back soon."

This scene completely changed the meaning in Ai Xina's eyes.