When he opened the gate again, Yu Xing smelled a bloody smell.
He walked in easily with the back of the boy's neck, and a faint black mist flowed behind him, closing the door like a tail.
As soon as I looked up, I saw Guijiu leaning against the open door of the yard, holding the killing in my hand. The blade was as smooth as new, but the ground under the knife gathered a small pool of blood.
Stop killing and keeping dirty.
But it was obvious that just now, the knife was bleeding.
"Has the man been killed?" Yu Xing raised his eyebrows. He was naturally referring to Sister Xue. If Sister Xue is dead, it means that Zhao Mou has collected enough information and is confident that he will disguise himself as Sister Xue.
Guijiu didn't answer, and his cold eyes fell on the boy with his head hanging from Yu Xing's hand. His wrist moved, and a cold light flashed across the blade.
Then Gui Jiu raised his lips and asked slowly: "Is this one used to kill?"
The boy moved, his head slightly raised, and his dark eyes looked at Guijiu through the gap of his messy hair.
Just looking at this look, I couldn't tell whether he was afraid or not. Only Yu Xing knew that the boy had shaken just now, and his heart was definitely not as depressed and calm as he saw on the surface.
At this moment, Zhao Mou came out of the house.
He took the clothes that Sister Xue wore, and the stone-carved hidden weapons were also placed in different categories, with a normal expression: "This person looks very young and may not stand the scare. Ajiu, don't scare him."
Guijiu sneered and stopped killing: "I just want to see what's special about this little thing. Now it seems that it's not special anywhere."
"Is it particularly possible to run?" Yu Xing held the boy in his hand and shook it twice. The boy's toes could barely touch the ground. When he shook it like this, the toes of the red cloth shoes rubbed on the ground, making a slight sound.
juvenile:"……"
He looked a little autistic, and his head, which had just been raised, hanged down again.
"Let's talk about it later. Since the person has been found, let's leave here first." Zhao Mou reminded, "This yard has been marked. If people keep coming to cause trouble later, it will be a waste of time."
The fool continued to stay here.
Not only do they have to leave, but they have to change to a more hidden position, but they also have to meet with Ren Yi Siren and the others.
"No……"
"Wait a moment."
The boy and Yu Xing actually made a sound at the same time. The former's voice was dry and accompanied by an undetectable anxiety, while the latter was very calm and let the boy down.
The boy instinctively wanted to run as soon as he landed. As soon as his footsteps moved, he was so painful that he was strangled by the black lines attached to his body. Two drops of cold sweat dripped down his gray and pale cheeks.
He was stiff all over and forced his toes toes facing outward, looking up at Yu Xing.
Yu Xing turned his head and looked at him, and asked with interest: "What are you just trying to say?"
"There is a need to... send a message there." The boy said with anger, and his ear tips turned slightly red. The local and nervousness made his fingers tightly grasp the palm of his palm, "Take me away and you will be discovered."
"Is he responsible for monitoring the eyeliner here?" Zhao Mou suddenly heard it, glanced at the boy more, then stared down at the red cloth shoes on the boy's feet, and thoughts flashed in his eyes.
The boy stopped talking again.
When he looked up, he naturally found that there were much fewer people in the yard than he thought, and the others had left without him noticing it.
It turns out that his "surveillance" has no effect.
Yu Xing replied for the young man: "This little guy was eyeing me last night. He probably received the task of watching me. He was also monitoring him outside tonight and never left."
"in addition--"
He put his hand on the boy's head, touched the messy but not greasy hair, and laughed and joked: "The little guy is still a social terror. Once he gets close to someone, he will be like he is going to die."
The boy suffocated his breath and quietly tried to open the distance slightly, but sadly found that the black line on his body did not allow him to move at all.
Feeling that the fox demon is so close to him, he really wants to faint directly.
It's so bad. Everyone knows that he doesn't like to contact people anymore, so he still has to rely on it!
If you want to kill and cut, you can't be more happy. Why bother playing with him like this? Well, is it a revenge on his surprise "trick" at the beginning of last night?
Because the boy closed his eyes, he didn't see it. After Yu Xing made this move, Zhao Mou and Gui Jiu's eyes changed slightly, and there was no hidden coldness and hostility.
Because Yu Xing's action is to show that-
He wanted to include the teenager on his side.
There is no need to take turns to intimidate and play, nor can you vent negative emotions on such enemies, because he wants to win over the position of the boy, so the treatment of the boy in them should at least be consistent with Alan.
Guijiu walked to the side with no interest, turned her back and squatted in the corner of the wall to tinker with something. Zhao Mou rubbed his temples and asked in a confirmation: "Can you trust?"
Yu Xing nodded: "Yes."
The boy opened his eyes blankly, pressing against the numb face that everyone wanted to look at the enemy, and asked in a low voice: "What trust?"
Yu Xing smiled and let go of him: "Little guy, can't you still see it? I caught you just to let you do things for me."
juvenile:"."
"Isn't it to let me make rations?"
"I'm lying to you, your shriveled figure is not as good as a bit of meat, so I'll squeeze my teeth after eating it." Yu Xing looked at him, "To be honest, I fell in love with the hands you showed last night, so I want to take you away."
The boy's expression changed slightly.
It is hard to describe what kind of emotions this change represents, it seems to be surprise, joy, and fear and despair.
Two seconds later, he lowered his head: "I can't leave."
It’s not that I don’t want to leave, but that I can’t leave.
This coincided with Yu Xing's speculation. Then, the young man seemed to be afraid that he would anger the fox demon, and immediately ended his life, and added stutteringly: "And, I can't... trust it."
He was still a little confused.
Just now, the fox demon said that he could trust him? How did he come to this conclusion? He was clearly running and working for all the masters.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Ha, I have captured you, your life is in my hands. If you dare to disobey, I will kill you." Yu Xing looked as if he was taken for granted, and even a little confused, "You shouldn't have the courage to act under my nose, why can't you trust me?"
Boy: "..." The logic of the fox demon is really domineering.
But it seems to make sense.
"As for whether you can leave or not, what you say is the final word, I will find a way. Before that, let us know..." Yu Xing pushed the young man to Zhao Mou, "What's going on with the message?"
Zhao Mou hit the point: "Who did you pass your letter to? Should you give it to Master Wanban, or who else in the organization? Give me a name."
"In addition, the way, frequency, and content of your message are explained."
The boy felt deeply that he had entered the wolf's den and could not escape. If he wanted to survive, he would probably have to cooperate.
To be honest, it is the same for everyone to be loyal to.
He felt that neither of them was good.
But if... if the fox demon really has a way to solve the problem of "not leaving", maybe the fox demon is a little better - it would be better if his personality is not that bad.
The boy was silent for a moment, and with a hint of hope that he didn't even realize, a fat big gray mouse shook out of his sleeve.
He squatted down - this time he didn't feel the black line's restraint on his movements.
The boy looked at the mouse and whispered: "No abnormal movement yet."
Then he patted the mouse's head, and the mouse squeaked, turned around and ran away without a trace.
When doing these things, his body was tense, and he was always worried that a certain action would cause suspicion, and then he was poked in the same way or was directly shattered.
Fortunately, none of the three people in the courtyard interrupted him, and it seemed that they gave him inexplicable trust as they said.
The boy's heart was a little calmer, so he stood up again, restraining his mentality of not wanting to talk to others, holding his hands on both sides of the worn clothes, earnestly...
Answer these questions asked by Zhao Mou one by one.