For Zhuo Xinren, who was wandering in the dark, the bloody game has long been tired of playing. Now, occasionally sitting down and playing with chess pieces seems more interesting...
piece?
Ye Kui suddenly had an ominous premonition.
The man in front of me is born a ghost, right?
Purebred vampire.
Zhuo Xinren looked at Ye Kui's clear black eyes, and in the dark cell, it looked particularly clear and innocent. In the dark world like purgatory, it was like an elf who accidentally fell into hell, leisurely and leisurely
Her expression made her look particularly cute and cute.
If such a person can really be used by him, he will naturally be like a tiger.
"I can let you back to Dugu Xiang."
A cold and low voice rose in the wet and rotten cell, and it was like a life-seeking purgatory Satan, carrying a cold and bloodthirsty breath that penetrated the eardrums and reached the blood.
Ye Kui sat up halfway, and the scars on her body hurt as she sat up.
Her small face was covered with crystal beads of sweat, and her skin, which was originally as white as cream, became paler.
He raised his red lips and said happily: "Thank you! So touched!"
“But there is a condition.”
Depend on!
It turns out that there is no pie that falls for free in the world.
Zhuo Xinren held his chin with his hands, and sat lazy on a luxurious European-style seat, like a king in heaven, overlooking the struggles of the prey in hell before dying, exuding the domineering spirit of catching souls.
He pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled faintly.
"Be an undercover agent by his side."
Ye Kui blinked her eyes, raised her red lips and asked, "Undercover?"
What kind of bloody plot is this?
Nodded, Zhuo Xinren crossed his hands and rested them between his overlapping legs casually. A bloodthirsty light burst out from his sharp and dark eyes. He said slowly: "Like the military and political affairs, execution."
What task should I report to me truthfully."
As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Kui shrugged helplessly. "I...I am just a little lover of his, and he will not tell me such things."
"Classful words."
Ye Kui blinked and asked, "What if it can't be trapped?"
Zhuo Xinren stood up, stepped on his long legs, walked to Ye Kui, and leaned down.
His voice was a little evil.
"Then I will lose a piece, what a pity."
He pinched her chin and looked directly at her.
Such a face-to-face attitude made Ye Kui's heart beat, not because of her heartbeat, but because of her panic.
His slender fingertips gently wandered around her chin, and his nails scraped over her skin, making them a little itchy.
However, at this moment of silence, he suddenly sent an unknown drug to her mouth.
The cold fingertips tightly clamped her jaw, causing the blue pill to stick to the tip of her tongue, fainting.
The bitter smell of medicine suddenly sprinted through the entire mouth, fused with saliva, and immediately slid into the throat, slowly beginning to spread throughout the throat...
This feeling of being unable to go up or down and the pills choked in the throat made Ye Kui feel sick.
The moment Zhuo Xinren let go of her hand, she suddenly retching and choked unpleasantly.
"What poison is this?" She knew it was a poison without asking.
Why is poison control popular?
What a perverted ancestor...
"The Zhuo family made it homemade, and there is no antidote to others except me. Don't think of it as a rescuer, unless you are successful in the undercover agent."