MTL - Bye Bye-Chapter 67

Zizania unscathed, returned to Lanmo Mansion intact.

It was just dawn at that time, the sky was light blue, and the whole castle was covered with a hazy halo, which was both gloomy and mysteriously beautiful. He got out of the car at the iron gate and walked into the dense forest road.

The green leaves rubbed against each other, and the branches were swept down by the wind, as if congratulating him for getting out of the gun.

At that moment in the small hotel, Qi Yiliao’s voice came from the mobile phone, and the murderous intent in Chu Dongshan’s eyes was replaced by shock, but he still kept pulling the trigger, but he fired the gun in a flash. Move up the mouth. The bullet grazed Zizania's head and hit the wall.

When Jiaobai's ears were ringing, Chu Dongshan kicked Qi Er, who wanted to protect the master, and walked towards him, patted his cold and stiff cheek with the body of the gun, and gave a warning.

"Boy, if you get closer to Xiao Jue, it's useless even if you have an old relative to protect you. I will still make you die a miserable death."

After that, Chu Dongshan retracted his gun, bent down and slowly picked up Li Jue who was on the ground, holding it like the only fragile item in the world, being very careful and precious.

Zaobai's thoughts came back, he pushed aside the hanging branches, and a tree thorn pricked his finger.

Then the leaf of the branch was torn off.

The wild rice stems are crushed and thrown away, and the children of the big family have been trained. Even though Chu Dongshan is a flirtatious dandy in this manga, his reflexes and skills are still excellent.

Chu Dongshan guarded Li Jue wishfully, trying to take him out of the cage that imprisoned him, dedicated many fighting scenes to the comics, and finally died under Shen Er'an's gun.

Tsk.

Zizania was walking, looking up.

The protein-like floating light is drilling into the gaps between the branches and leaves, and the trend is neither crazy nor violent, but very gentle.

2024, June 9th.

On the first day after the college entrance examination, the sky behind Zibai was cut by a golden line, and a large area of ​​warm colors rushed towards him. Accompanied by the summer breeze mixed with the fragrance of grass and trees, his steps became easier unconsciously. It really felt like coming home.

Ziabab entered Lanmo Mansion and saw the servants cleaning. They all stopped what they were doing, stood in two rows, and bowed respectfully to him.

"..." Zia Bai stepped forward quickly. He flashed to the corner and felt that his style was not good enough, so he backed away and greeted everyone with a smile, "Good morning."

When it's over, leave.

Try not to get up early in the future, I really can't handle this classic scene of a wealthy family.

Zibai slipped away so fast that he didn't see the subtle glances the servants gave him.

Xi Jing, the owner of Lanmo Mansion, the servants usually pick a time to work, and the noise they make is very small, and they leave when they are done and don't stay. None of them saw the youth more than one hand.

Surprised every time.

Aunt Liu told them not to take the young man too seriously, saying that he was not a little master, that he would not live for long, and that he would leave sooner or later.

But the bodyguards took him very seriously.

and,

Although they haven't seen the host's attitude towards the young man with their own eyes, seeing him so wanton and relaxed, it's like being in their own home, obviously not restrained.

Zizania walked through several corridors and walked towards his residence.

Aunt Liu came out from the corridor on the other side with a blue thin-necked vase in her arms. She didn't comment on the blood stains on his clothes, nor did she ask any questions. She just asked him to go to the kitchen to make soup to clean his lungs and nourish his liver.

Ziobai just wanted to say that he didn't want to drink early in the morning, but when he woke up, he heard her say lightly, "Put a bowl for sir."

"He's up?" Ziobai asked, yawning.

Aunt Liu glanced at him, her eyes were full of clear complaints and blame.

Zizania is inexplicable.

When he entered the room and found that the glass door leading to the small courtyard was open, and there was a vague figure sitting in the small courtyard, the sleepiness on his face disappeared without a trace.

Ziababa's hands were still on the hem of the T-shirt, and he was about to take off his clothes and go to the bathroom to take a shower, his mind was in a daze.

When he came back to his senses, he was already standing in the small courtyard, facing the man leaning on the reclining chair, and asked, "Brother San, why are you here?"

no response.

Zizania bowed its head and approached. In the rising sun, the supporting role with the most fans in "Broken Wings" was wearing an iron-gray shirt with a tie neatly tied under the collar of the shirt. His legs under the trousers were bent and stretched, lazily and casually. Focusing, the forehead hair is gently fluttered by the wind, the brows are deeply drawn, and the line from the bridge of the nose to the jaw is deep and charming.

old man.

Zizania called again: "Third brother?"

Still nothing. The figure on the recliner seems to have fallen to the bottom of the world, lifeless.

Zizania's back bent even more unconsciously, and even put his hand under Qi Yiliao's nose to detect his breath.

Hands are caught.

A hoarse voice came from his ear and asked, "What time is it?"

Zibazania didn't answer, he complained about himself.

Even if you suspect that Qi Yiluo has ascended to heaven, you don't need to get so close to sniff, just see if there are white borders on the profile pictures on the list.

Adding up the two lifetimes, IQ encountered Waterloo for the first time.

With the other hand, Jiao Bai took out the phone in his pocket: "It will be five o'clock in three or four minutes."

The ending sound that has not yet fallen has changed its key. His grasped hand trembled slightly, a little itchy.

Qi Yiliao was sniffing his wrist: "It's too fishy."

Zizania: "..."

I don't know if it was his illusion, but he seemed to feel the line and touch of the old pervert's nose.

Did he touch me? Zizania frowned strangely, thinking.

"I had blood on my hand, so I wiped it casually and didn't bother to wash it." Ziobai was about to break free when the few fingers on his wrist were already withdrawn.

Qi Yiliao sat up, lowered his head and rubbed his temples, looking very uncomfortable.

Ziao Bai glanced at Qi Yiliao's head.

Only a small half of the cat's hair remained unchanged, its small head drooped, its eyelids were raised, and its golden pupils were turned upwards, with some whites showing underneath. His eyes were very sad.

It seems to be saying: Do you still know to come back?

Zizania was amused by his own thoughts.

Qi Yiliao kept rubbing his temples: "What are you laughing at?"

"The college entrance examination is over, I'm happy." Jiao Bai coughed twice, "Third brother, how long have you been sitting here?"

Qi Yiliao stood up and answered the irrelevant question: "Your small courtyard is cool, which is good for meditation."

Ziao Bai twitched, all right, this big castle is yours, you can be there wherever you want. He followed Qi Yiluo into the bedroom, looking up and down.

Qi Yiliao waited for him to finish reading, and then said helplessly: "Don't read blindly, go take a bath, you smell fishy."

Zizania smacks its lips.

In the summer, Qi Yiliao planted a bunch of flowers and plants, and stayed in the small courtyard with dense vines climbing up the wall. He didn't even have a mosquito bag, and there was no smell of sweat on his body.

Zibai took the clothes from the closet and was about to go to the bathroom when Qi Yiliao's voice came from behind: "Is anyone hurt?"

"No." Zia Bai lazily replied, and footsteps came from behind. Immediately afterwards, he was pinched on the back of his neck and turned around, his shoulders felt cold.

The T-shirt appeared in Qi Yiliao's hands.

Zizania: "..." Just **** suddenly.

The headlight in the bedroom was on, illuminating the kick wound on his stomach.

He has severe dermatitis, and he avoids the brighter light. This year, the dermatitis is better, but he still hides from the sun habitually, so his complexion is very fair, and the color is still unhealthy.

A large piece of blood and bruises appeared on his belly, as if he had been beaten severely, which was shocking.

Jiao Bai didn't look at Qi Yiliao immediately, he looked at the cat first.

The cat looked at him blankly.

Ziao Bai was shocked suddenly. When he was kicked down by Shen Ernan in the clinic, the uncle was there.

The uncle must have told Qi Yiliao about this. How did he forget this one? I haven't slept all night, and my brain is not enough.

it's good now. When Qi Yiliao asked, he was not honest.

Jiaobai grabbed the T-shirt that Qi Yiliao was holding, but he didn't pull it out. He pulled it towards himself: "Third brother, I didn't deliberately hide this injury from you. It looks serious, but it's not... hiss!"

Qi Yiliao rested his fingertips on his wound: "It's not serious?"

Zizania howled in pain, only one abdominal muscle trembled, and her slender waist trembled.

Grass, of course it hurts when you touch it, I'm not made of steel.

Qi Yiliao's index finger and **** were slightly closed, and he pressed twice with little force: "Is there any injury?"

Ziao Bai silently raised the hand that was hurt by Shen Ernan's grip. A few phalanxes were injured, they were black and blue, and they were always aching.

It wasn't this one that Qi Yiliao sniffed in the small courtyard just now, otherwise he would have yelled out on the spot.

Qi Yiliao raised his arm, supported the young man's hand under his eyelids, checked his bones, and shook his head for a while: "You are also capable, you took people out, and even hurt yourself. "

It's hard to describe Zizania.

Qi Yiluo returned the blood-stained T-shirt to him: "Go take a shower first, and wait for me in the room after washing."

Ten minutes later, Zibai came out from the bathroom to dry her hair, and Qi Yiliao, who had also changed into clothes, was already waiting, and there was still a bottle of medicinal wine on the table.

All over Ziobac's body was sending out signs of rejection: no more!

Qi Yiliao pointed to get off the bed: "Lie down."

Ziobai gritted his teeth, as soon as he lay down on the bed, he assumed he was dead.

bring it on.

Zizania's impression of medicinal wine is just two words: terrible. Because he was always injured in his previous life, he bought medicinal wine many times and rubbed it himself. The pain made tears soar.

The elder sister in the pharmacy said that if you don't rub it, it will be useless if you don't rub it until it becomes hot, so he can only rub it while it hurts.

Zibai tensed her hands and feet, but found a burst of coolness coming from her injured left hand.

It doesn't hurt.

"Wipe your hands first, you need a cold compress for the wound on your stomach, and apply medicinal wine tomorrow." Qi Yiluo pressed his slender finger bones,

When Zizania no longer hurts, he relaxes, and his consciousness begins to sink and then rise again.

Can't he wipe off the wound on his left hand?

Besides, do you need to lie on the bed to wipe your hands?

The bed was too soft, and Ziababa's shoulders sunk in unconsciously, sinking deeper and deeper.

Qi Yiluo said in a low voice: "Your friend, do you want to take him over to live?"

Zibai moved her eyelids: "I don't know. I'll wait for the call from the clinic. He wakes up. I'll ask him what he thinks."

"Can he live here?" Ziabania yawned.

"Yes." Qi Yiliao had a smile on his lips, "It's good to have someone of your age to play with you, lest you get bored and run around in Lanmo Mansion."

Zia Bai looked at Qi Yiliao who was treating his wound, his whole body was exuding the light of a Bodhisattva, and then looked at his activity level.

Then there is no text.

The perverted activity made Zizania's heart cool.

When Zibai was about to fall asleep, he suddenly remembered something, and he became sober all at once: "Third Brother, Second Young Master Chu..."

"He's serious about the neighbors in your hometown." Qi Yiliao put the lid on the medicinal wine.

Jiao Bai twitched the corner of her mouth: "Second Young Master Chu shot at me."

"I know." Qi Yiluo rubbed the top of his hair, "Go to sleep, and have breakfast when you wake up."

Zibai opened his eyes, looking as if he was dying: "He thought I was going to push Li Jue downstairs, but it was Li Jue who jumped off the building, and I pulled him back just in time."

As for the matter of Li Jue's drugging and kidnapping of Shen Er'an, Zia Bai didn't say anything. After all, it involves Shen Er's self-esteem and privacy.

Although he was sure, Qi Yiliao had already learned the general situation from his subordinates.

"Hmm." Qi Yiliao's palm, smelling of medicinal wine, moved down, brushed the young man's soft eye corners, pale cheeks, landed on his slightly rounded chin, and squeezed lightly.

"Uncle believes in you."

Ziobac closed his eyes, he closed his eyes, and soon fell asleep.

Qi Yiliao went to the small courtyard to make a phone call. He lit a cigarette and put it between his lips, tilting his head slightly in the rising smoke.

The blood-red clouds in the sky were reflected in his dark pupils, as if they were soaking in little by little.

After the smoke was burnt, Qi Yiloo brushed off the ash in front of him, turned around and walked to the glass door, opened it and closed it again.

The young man on the bed was fast asleep, with a mosquito on his neck, but he didn't even feel it.

The mosquito flew over from the old castle, sucked the blood of many people, had a bulging stomach, was full from drinking, and was very unresponsive. Dirty and stupid.

There are **** twisting it up. All the blood it drank exploded.

Qi Yiluo lowered his eyes, his eyes fell on the bright red of his fingertips, he went to the bathroom as soon as he lifted his feet, and washed his hands for a long time before coming out.

The person on the bed was babbling, he turned over, touched the mobile phone next to the pillow, and groped to grab it.

The disgust in Qi Yiliao's eyes faded away, he walked to the bedside, and pulled out the young man's cell phone.

The phone was pulled out, but the pendant was still held.

The young man's white fingers were hooked on the black keychain, and he held the small key between his fingers and rubbed it against each other.

Qi Yiluo looked at it blankly for a moment, and his throat moved, which was almost imperceptible.

In the next second, Qi Yiliao pulled away the young man's back collar, and rubbed the bite wound that had long since faded. After a few moments, he slowly lowered his head, his lips parted, and there was a faint hot gasp deep in his throat.

It was like the loud noise of a trapped animal in the depths of the cage hitting the cage.

The moment Qi Yiliao bit on it, his teeth stopped suddenly, but his lips brushed against him. He seemed to be leaning sideways with great difficulty, arched his waist, pressed his elbows on his muscular legs, and crossed his hands against it. There are blue veins jumping up on the forehead and neck. The half-closed eyes don't know what is floating and sinking.

"restraint…"

"cage…"

Two voices sounded at the same time.

The former is the devil adding shackles to himself, and the latter is the dream of a deep sleeper.

Qi Yiluo tilted his head, staring at the young man holding the small key, he smiled strangely: "It's yours, no one will **** it from you."