After the rain, the thin ice of the Wimbledon River gradually melted, and the wisps of spring roamed in the wind. There were girls wearing light spring skirts on both sides of the street. Qing Changye withdrew his gaze from the window and heard the communication reminder from inside the house. He stepped from the balcony to enter the living room. A user who had never seen him dialed in. Qing Changye thought for a moment and pressed to answer.

"Hi." A voice that had not been heard for a long time came from that end. A's voice was still tired at any time, as if he had been waiting for several nights. Before Qing Changye could speak, a said, "We will get rid of the king. Natasha's idea, you stole 20,000 from him for more than 20,000 yuan. I directly used my fake identity to transfer it to a criminal gang. You must know that 20,000 years is not a small number. The king now has focused his attention on them, and in a few days he will probably dispel all doubts about us."

"Dad is so smart," Qing Changye calculated the time: "I will probably leave here for a few days and contact you at that time."

A agreed and tapped the keyboard a few times, and Natasha's figure flashed out from outside the door. She was wearing only a blood-red underwear, and a black cloak was casually worn outside. Her concave figure was visible. She stumbled while walking, and her high heels almost turned her feet. Qing Changye raised her eyebrows: "Has she sucked too much again?"

"I can't control her." a tsk: "Last time we had a fight about this, she didn't listen."

"Yeah." Natasha took poison for a day or two. Even though this woman's complexion was amazing, she couldn't see any changes in her body. Naturally, they had no reason to persuade her: "By the way, a, have you contacted Carrie recently?"

"Witch Carrie?" A's finger flexibly tapped on the keyboard. He was catching Carrie's information: "Natasha said some time ago that she joined a mercenary group. She has not found out about her activities recently. We have never cooperated with her... Have you met her? She is also in Weinburton?"

"Have Carrie shortage of money recently? Is there any kind of debt record?"

"When did you see her rich?" a smiled: "That girl likes to bet and always carries a lot of debts. It is a miracle to be able to live to this day."

"Edwin's reward price is very high. If I catch me, Carrie, you can get up to 50,000 years. A few days ago, she asked me to make a deal. She said that my phantom beast is S-level. If she kills the phantom beast and gives her the beast soul, she will exchange it with me with a Blue Star antique. If the part about the phantom beast is real, she probably wants to wait until I kill the phantom beast before dealing with me alone."

"It should be so. She is short of money and has sufficient motivation."

"I want to kill her." Qing Changye's voice was faint. He observed the expression of A on the other end of the screen and continued to analyze the interests of the other party: "Not many people know me, but as long as they have cooperated, they will more or less guess whether Edwin's wanted order is related to me. Fortunately, not many people are short of money at any time like Carrie. If I don't kill Carrie, I will have countless troubles before Edwin stops chasing. When she finds a companion, or she thinks of other solutions, I may not be able to escape every time."

A on the other end of the screen frowned. After a long time, A opened a can of Red Bull: "What do you need my mom to do for you?"

Qing Changye couldn't help laughing when he heard the other party's answer. A has principles, but he knows which one is more important and will adapt. This is why they have been friends all the time. The movement from the door made Qing Changye turn his head and look. Before the Phantom Beast came in, he compared a gesture to A to contact him later, and then cut off the communication. If his inference was correct, Carrie could not have explained the blood pattern curse and potions to the Phantom Beast, but the boy drank all the potions without resisting. Perhaps because he was unwilling to accept that the Phantom Beast would rather bet on his life than knowing what step he would do, and the reason why the Phantom Beast was willing, if he was not wrong...

"Aye," the boy's voice interrupted his thoughts: "I discovered today that there is a bookstore in the west of Wimbledon. The paper book you once told me, the first time I saw it, uh, do you want to go and read it?"

Carrie still had the last medicine left. Logically, the witches always left some spare time when making medicine. After drinking a bottle of medicine for about four-fifths, they met the conditions for casting the spell. In order to prevent accidents, he would better pour the remaining medicine into the mouth of the phantom beast. The boy was still talking excitedly. Qing Changye nodded to him: "I'm a little thirsty, do you want to drink a drink too?"

The boy was stunned for a moment, then responded softly. He watched Qing Changye walk into the kitchen, his expression gradually became strange, and the slight sound of the juicer operating drilled into his ears. After a while, Qing Changye came out of the house with two glasses of orange juice. The boy blinked, and his huge black wings trembled behind him.

"Give."

He took the glass in Qing Changye's hand. The beautiful orange juice with a faint fruity aroma, and some tiny fruit particles floated in it. He knew that there was not much left in the bottle of spells. If Qing Changye added all it into the cup of juice, he would immediately put a bloodline on him. Seeing that the boy was holding the orange juice and his expression became dim, Qing Changye sat next to him.

"Don't you drink?"

The mind of this phantom beast is really easy to guess. It is impossible for any creature with independent thinking to know that it will encounter an unexpected situation but will never leave it. There is almost no other possibility except love. The boy opened his mouth and stopped talking, and his soft wings covered Qingchangye's waist from behind. If the boy wanted to, the seemingly soft feathers could cut him into two halves in the next second. Qingchangye held his shoulder with one hand, took a sip of the orange juice in his glass, and kissed his lips before the boy spoke.

"Aye--Um!"

Qing Changye pressed the boy on the sofa. His fingers pulled the hair of the phantom beast, forcing the other person's head and upper body to support him. He passed the orange juice from his mouth one by one into the boy's mouth, and the orange juice that almost flowed out was blocked by him with his tongue. The boy felt the abnormal fragrance of apples in the orange juice, and completely ignored the abnormal apple scent in the orange juice. Qing Changye's tongue tip was wet and very soft. Once he touched the person in this person's mouth, the boy felt that the person in front of him was full of temptation, probably it was indeed charming inside. Qing Changye was obviously in the wind, and he was the one pressed down by the young man. But when the wet and tight mouth touched, it was like wrapping a lot of silk on the tip of the tongue. Just a kiss given by the other party on his own initiative, he felt that he was going to melt in Qing Changye's mouth. Carrie was right, the person with charming bones was indeed one of the beauties.

“Is it sweet?”

Qing Changye separated from him, licked his ears with a warm tongue, and his voice deliberately lowered was like a cello with a superb tone. Without waiting for the fainting boy to respond, Qing Changye easily unbuttoned his buttons. He had not wanted to act too far from crossing the line with the boy, but they were about to never meet each other. Even if he could not eat the entire phantom beast into his mouth, he would be very happy to take advantage of it.

After all, it's so beautiful...

The boy's caramel-colored eyes were covered with water mist under Qing Changye's intentional or unintentional teasing, and his wings were also hanging behind him. Qing Changye's lips slid down from his beautifully shaped collarbone. Sure enough, the boy's body trembled all over. The young man's low laughter fell in the empty living room. He was so sexy when he smiled like this. The boy's wings tightened him from behind, as if he felt a little embarrassed.

"Aye, I--"

The boy put his hand on his shoulder. He didn't use much strength, just like a kitten scratching his master. Qing Changye kept smiling in his eyes and whispered: "Let go."

"What?"

The caramel-colored eyes widened and contracted, and a trace of doubt flashed across the young and handsome face. The boy seemed to not understand why his behavior was out of control. His wings were closed back, and the young man who had been almost tied up by him regained his freedom. Qing Changye stroked his lips and said with a smile: "Don't move, don't talk."

The blood-red lines stretched out on the boy's chest, and his body and expression gradually became stiff. Qing Changye patted the boy's face frivolously. He commented on the patterns that symbolized the establishment of the contract: "I really call you."

“…”

Anger and loss made the boy's eyes lit up almost burning. Qing Changye fell from him, he sorted out his clothes, slowly buckled the unbuttoned buttons of the phantom beast, and Qing Changye met the latter's deep eyes: "The last potion was not added to your cup. If you drank your own orange juice, or you pushed me away just now, I would not complete the contract. Although I don't know what Carrie said to you, I will not kill you."

Qing Changye pressed the communicator, and a almost immediately agreed to the communication expression. It was indeed the otaku who was squatting in front of the computer for twenty-four hours. Natasha was shouting and laughing there. When she heard the woman's voice, a trace of darkness flashed through the boy's eyes, which could not move.

"After I finish speaking, you cannot track my movements through any method, you cannot use others to cause trouble for me, you cannot find out my news, and most importantly, we will never meet again."

When the words fell, Qing Changye clearly saw the pleading and pain in the boy's eyes. After shaping everything about him, he chose to leave, which was tantamount to destroying the world of this phantom beast. This was indeed a bit cruel. A said neither salty nor lightly at the end, and Natasha interrupted with a smile: "Xiaoye! You are so heartless!"

"Please choose a good master next time," Qing Changye ignored them. He looked at the boy: "Let him give you a good name."

No!

Please please please please please please please please -

The boy wanted to speak, but he couldn't open his mouth because of the blood curse. His wings could not move. All the superpowers he wanted to use remained at his fingertips. The contract limited all his strength. He didn't expect that Qing Changye did not take his life, but he never expected that he would choose a more cruel way. Gentle touch would only attract parting, and it was also meaningless to give in. The sound of pulling the door opened was extremely harsh to the boy. He heard Qing Changye speak softly with the person on the other end of the communicator, just like they were in two worlds, and he never walked to each other.

Please.

Don't let me go, don't leave me.

His brain was almost exploded with pain due to the sound of the door closing. The boy finally couldn't help but let out a low roar from his mouth. The patterns on his body became bright and dazzling. The dark wings stretched wildly behind him, almost covering him completely. His fingers gradually began to move, and a large number of elements quickly flew in the air flow, almost forming a substantial vortex. I don't know how long it took, the blood pattern representing the contract was completely annihilated in a moment. There was no source to suppress the boy, and he slowly sat up from the sofa, with slender fingers covering the boy's eyes, tears dripping from his fingers, and messy red silk spread out from the caramel-like warm eyes.

Did you know that you created a monster with your own hands.

The strong vibration of the crystal array made Carrie stop making potions. She turned her head to look at the ever-changing formation. After seeing the root cause of energy fluctuations, Carrie's long tube fell to the ground. The sound of glass bursting and the air was broken. She stared at the source of the abnormality in disbelief.

"Sss-level... phantom beast?"

The black-haired young man walking on the road stopped, Qing Changye felt his chest hot, and he lowered his eyes. The flamboyant blood-red pattern extended on his fair skin. He was stunned when he realized the metaphor of this pattern.

Through the contract that was covered with bodies, he could feel something coming from the other end of the city.
Chapter completed!