Qingxiao looked at his work with satisfaction, and his eyes suddenly narrowed. The man who he thought had fallen asleep had been sitting on the bed, looking at him coldly and coldly
The so-called bed is just a bare mattress. The striped sheets were lifted up for some reason, covering his legs. It was impossible to see that his legs were disabled for a moment. He leaned against the snow-white wall, but his face was paler than the wall, making his hair look darker as if it was painted and gauze wrapped around his right eye. The light shone on his remaining left eye, but it was so heavy that it could not reflect the slightest light. He was staring at Qingxiao, but his eyes seemed to be moving beyond Qingxiao, staring at some place far away.
Qingxiao was stunned and blurted out: Since he was awake, why didn’t he turn on the lights?
Nin seemed to have noticed that Qingxiao came in at this moment and said indifferently: Only those who want to see things can turn on the lights, what lights should I turn on?
Qingxiao Xin thought of the electric rotation, and it is known that it is not funny: You don’t want to crawl around with your two broken legs often, right? It’s rare to be so particular at this point.
A vicious smile appeared on his lips: OK, then next time I come to replenish food, I will put it at the door, and I will just see you climbing and moving it by yourself
Ninja's expression remained unchanged and said lightly: Do you want to watch people crawl around? The one in the house hasn't seen enough?
Qingxiao was so excited that the blue veins in his hand thrust, barely holding on to himself, and said dryly: If you are worried, Xiaoyu will stand up.
With a word, even he was surprised by the dullness of his voice. He pulled a chair and sat down, staring at the man with broken legs opposite him, becoming more and more calm: But, this dirty trick should be over, right? Just sign this
Ninja looked at the documents in front of him, but it was a printed contract for transferring slaves. The general idea was that Ninja Kamema was going to go to Paris to learn painting, and it was inconvenient to take care of slave Zero, so he transferred the slave to Sanada Kiyoto after reading it with all his eyes. He couldn't help laughing: Harvard student actually learned to play SM? Not bad, Ah, and he also knew to use the transfer of rights to transition. He thought that Ah would be betray me in this way and serve the new master obediently. But this reason was really... I knew it was a typical student thinking if I wanted to learn painting, I had to go to Paris and just find someone to teach me at home. After taking my money, at least I didn't dare to be too vicious about my paintings.
He raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: Why not take another piece of paper to teach you how to write, you are also a nerd who can copy books.
Qingxiao Qiqing didn't move and said with a smile: I've made a good idea. Do you want me to help you pass the message to Xiaoyu? This reason may not be very good, but it's not to convince you anyway
He thought about it and turned his head and said: But what you said makes sense, it's just a contract, so say less, too much will lead to a mistake. He put away the contract and took out another slave transfer contract. The same purpose, but it's simple and clear, and there is no extra word except for the necessary terms.
His slender finger pointed at the signature, and he said in an unquestionable tone: I only need your name and date to fill in the signing here
Ninja stared at him and suddenly laughed, and the more he laughed, he became louder and louder: You have nothing to do, right?
He bent down with a smile and coughed: You must have met a psychologist, and you know what's going on. He can't live without me. My cute little slave, even if you are so anxious that you can't separate us.
His eyes were shining under the light, and it was the first time that Qingxiao saw the joy in his eyes: My little slave, he belongs to me. If I die, he will not live alone, and will belong to me forever...
Qingxiao resisted the urge to punch this face, crossed his fingers and placed them on his knees, and said coldly: Since that's the case, what are you afraid of? Don't you dare to sign? It's better to be a man and be more happy.
Wan squinted his eyes and looked at him, and smiled and said: "Stimulating? Harvard student, you are so tender. I am indeed very interested in seeing how you clean up this mess, but this does not mean that I will give you any chance."
Qingxiao said lightly: Are you very confident in your magic? Humph, to put it bluntly, it’s just a game of power. The mountain does not come to Muhammad. Muhammad can walk towards the mountain. As long as I can prove that I am more powerful than you, he will naturally listen to me and gradually forget how you are. Do you dare to gamble?
Ninha laughed out loud: Not bad, really good! He can't adapt to your world, you can adapt to his world, but I don't know how you adapt to it? How to break him and reshape it again? I think about it
He deliberately thoughtful, but his eyes were full of mockery: Last time I held a dog and couldn't do anything to him. This time you could probably lead a wild boar.
He looked at Qingxiao's blood-red eyes and smiled indifferently: If you can't be a slave, why not learn to be a slave? You can climb all over the ground like him, or he can lead you to the same kind of person.
Speaking of this, he couldn't help laughing: Unfortunately, even if you want to do it, you don't have a chance, because you can't even get the ticket!
As soon as he finished speaking, his arm was twisted behind him by a powerful hand, and a cold suddenly broke out between his neck. A thin bladed dagger had already pressed against his throat. The light shone brightly under the light, and the coldness invaded people.
My arm hurts violently, as if it is about to be twisted off alive, but he feels that the hand that holds him is sweating, as if it is still trembling. Don’t try to anger me, it will be of no benefit to you! Qingxiao’s voice sounded in his ears, one by one, and seemed to be trying hard to restrain it, but the fury in his voice is still clear and sensible. I signed the words honestly and I will give you a pleasure!
He felt the sharpness of the dagger, his expression was still faint, and he had a smile on his eyes: Happy? In the past three years, I have been having a happy day every day now? The most enjoyable thing for me is to die with my little slave, leaving you alone and so happy! After three years of pursuit, I have nothing, ha!
The dagger has entered the flesh and blood is flowing out, but Qingxiao's voice is strangely calmed down, and there is an unpredictable danger in the low and deep: You are playing with fire
He said lightly: Your dagger is wrongly placed, it is the esophagus, and it will be faster to cut the trachea or carotid artery.
silence
After a while, his hand was loosened, and Qingxiao sat back on the chair, with a relaxed expression: It seems that something was a small problem, but it doesn't matter, let's talk slowly
After taking a heavy breath, he lay on the small table at the bedside and couldn't help but choke
Qingxiao took out a bottle of iced mineral water from the refrigerator and handed it to him: Do you want some water?
He couldn't help but whisper: Is there any cigarette? Give me one
Qingxiao silently took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket, took out one for him to take a harsh sip. A large cloud of smoke poured out, wrapping his face, making people feel that there was a layer of mist in his eyes.
The so-called bed is just a bare mattress. The striped sheets were lifted up for some reason, covering his legs. It was impossible to see that his legs were disabled for a moment. He leaned against the snow-white wall, but his face was paler than the wall, making his hair look darker as if it was painted and gauze wrapped around his right eye. The light shone on his remaining left eye, but it was so heavy that it could not reflect the slightest light. He was staring at Qingxiao, but his eyes seemed to be moving beyond Qingxiao, staring at some place far away.
Qingxiao was stunned and blurted out: Since he was awake, why didn’t he turn on the lights?
Nin seemed to have noticed that Qingxiao came in at this moment and said indifferently: Only those who want to see things can turn on the lights, what lights should I turn on?
Qingxiao Xin thought of the electric rotation, and it is known that it is not funny: You don’t want to crawl around with your two broken legs often, right? It’s rare to be so particular at this point.
A vicious smile appeared on his lips: OK, then next time I come to replenish food, I will put it at the door, and I will just see you climbing and moving it by yourself
Ninja's expression remained unchanged and said lightly: Do you want to watch people crawl around? The one in the house hasn't seen enough?
Qingxiao was so excited that the blue veins in his hand thrust, barely holding on to himself, and said dryly: If you are worried, Xiaoyu will stand up.
With a word, even he was surprised by the dullness of his voice. He pulled a chair and sat down, staring at the man with broken legs opposite him, becoming more and more calm: But, this dirty trick should be over, right? Just sign this
Ninja looked at the documents in front of him, but it was a printed contract for transferring slaves. The general idea was that Ninja Kamema was going to go to Paris to learn painting, and it was inconvenient to take care of slave Zero, so he transferred the slave to Sanada Kiyoto after reading it with all his eyes. He couldn't help laughing: Harvard student actually learned to play SM? Not bad, Ah, and he also knew to use the transfer of rights to transition. He thought that Ah would be betray me in this way and serve the new master obediently. But this reason was really... I knew it was a typical student thinking if I wanted to learn painting, I had to go to Paris and just find someone to teach me at home. After taking my money, at least I didn't dare to be too vicious about my paintings.
He raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: Why not take another piece of paper to teach you how to write, you are also a nerd who can copy books.
Qingxiao Qiqing didn't move and said with a smile: I've made a good idea. Do you want me to help you pass the message to Xiaoyu? This reason may not be very good, but it's not to convince you anyway
He thought about it and turned his head and said: But what you said makes sense, it's just a contract, so say less, too much will lead to a mistake. He put away the contract and took out another slave transfer contract. The same purpose, but it's simple and clear, and there is no extra word except for the necessary terms.
His slender finger pointed at the signature, and he said in an unquestionable tone: I only need your name and date to fill in the signing here
Ninja stared at him and suddenly laughed, and the more he laughed, he became louder and louder: You have nothing to do, right?
He bent down with a smile and coughed: You must have met a psychologist, and you know what's going on. He can't live without me. My cute little slave, even if you are so anxious that you can't separate us.
His eyes were shining under the light, and it was the first time that Qingxiao saw the joy in his eyes: My little slave, he belongs to me. If I die, he will not live alone, and will belong to me forever...
Qingxiao resisted the urge to punch this face, crossed his fingers and placed them on his knees, and said coldly: Since that's the case, what are you afraid of? Don't you dare to sign? It's better to be a man and be more happy.
Wan squinted his eyes and looked at him, and smiled and said: "Stimulating? Harvard student, you are so tender. I am indeed very interested in seeing how you clean up this mess, but this does not mean that I will give you any chance."
Qingxiao said lightly: Are you very confident in your magic? Humph, to put it bluntly, it’s just a game of power. The mountain does not come to Muhammad. Muhammad can walk towards the mountain. As long as I can prove that I am more powerful than you, he will naturally listen to me and gradually forget how you are. Do you dare to gamble?
Ninha laughed out loud: Not bad, really good! He can't adapt to your world, you can adapt to his world, but I don't know how you adapt to it? How to break him and reshape it again? I think about it
He deliberately thoughtful, but his eyes were full of mockery: Last time I held a dog and couldn't do anything to him. This time you could probably lead a wild boar.
He looked at Qingxiao's blood-red eyes and smiled indifferently: If you can't be a slave, why not learn to be a slave? You can climb all over the ground like him, or he can lead you to the same kind of person.
Speaking of this, he couldn't help laughing: Unfortunately, even if you want to do it, you don't have a chance, because you can't even get the ticket!
As soon as he finished speaking, his arm was twisted behind him by a powerful hand, and a cold suddenly broke out between his neck. A thin bladed dagger had already pressed against his throat. The light shone brightly under the light, and the coldness invaded people.
My arm hurts violently, as if it is about to be twisted off alive, but he feels that the hand that holds him is sweating, as if it is still trembling. Don’t try to anger me, it will be of no benefit to you! Qingxiao’s voice sounded in his ears, one by one, and seemed to be trying hard to restrain it, but the fury in his voice is still clear and sensible. I signed the words honestly and I will give you a pleasure!
He felt the sharpness of the dagger, his expression was still faint, and he had a smile on his eyes: Happy? In the past three years, I have been having a happy day every day now? The most enjoyable thing for me is to die with my little slave, leaving you alone and so happy! After three years of pursuit, I have nothing, ha!
The dagger has entered the flesh and blood is flowing out, but Qingxiao's voice is strangely calmed down, and there is an unpredictable danger in the low and deep: You are playing with fire
He said lightly: Your dagger is wrongly placed, it is the esophagus, and it will be faster to cut the trachea or carotid artery.
silence
After a while, his hand was loosened, and Qingxiao sat back on the chair, with a relaxed expression: It seems that something was a small problem, but it doesn't matter, let's talk slowly
After taking a heavy breath, he lay on the small table at the bedside and couldn't help but choke
Qingxiao took out a bottle of iced mineral water from the refrigerator and handed it to him: Do you want some water?
He couldn't help but whisper: Is there any cigarette? Give me one
Qingxiao silently took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket, took out one for him to take a harsh sip. A large cloud of smoke poured out, wrapping his face, making people feel that there was a layer of mist in his eyes.
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