The little ancestor has a delicate voice and can flirt, and the ascetic villain has fallen

The tentacles were soft and delicate, and he kept his movements like this for a few seconds before gently moving her over and placing her on his lap.

He knew that she would be extremely disturbed when sleeping, and that any disturbance would make her curl up into a ball. She was probably too tired today, but this process did not disturb her, and she still slept soundly on his lap.

He reached for a blanket and covered her with it.

She reached out and wrapped his arms directly into her arms.

He originally wanted to pull it back gently, but in the end she hugged her tightly as if she was protecting her food, and even let out some anxious sounds for fear of being snatched away.

"Um……"

He didn't move anymore, but stretched out his long fingers and poked her soft face lightly.

The mood that had been dull all night finally improved a little.

The phone vibrated and a call came in. He took it out to look at the notes, pressed the hang up button, and typed with one hand: Wait until we get to the North Shore.

...

North Shore Manor Parking Pad.

After Gusite stopped slowly, Qi Boyan opened the car door and got down first. Just as he was about to hug Chi Youyou in the car, Lu Shiyi, a deputy in black, stepped forward and said anxiously: "Master..."

Qi Boyan made a silent gesture towards him.

Lu Shiyi immediately shut up, but was a little puzzled.

When he saw Qi Boyan carrying a petite girl out of the back seat, he stared blankly, lowered his head, followed Qi Boyan at a distance, and entered the main building.

The North Shore Manor is the private property of the master, and it is currently regarded as the main base for cultivating elites in Huaguo. He will rarely come back, but this is the most important place, and no outsiders can enter here.

The people he would bring back here must be important.

Qi Boyan carried her to the master bedroom on the second floor, and after she was settled, he came out of the room, closed the door, and took Lu Shiyi to the outer hall.

The man's face was gloomy and cold, and there was a layer of hostility between his brows, and he asked in a deep voice, "What's going on?"

Lu Shiyi lowered his head, "It's because of my subordinate's dereliction of duty. Originally, we captured the confidants of Old K's subordinates. Guimu, the leader of the largest human trafficker organization in the southeast of Canglingzhou, had some accidents just after he got off the plane. People rescued them, and the remaining eight were taken by Guimu, and no effective clues have been obtained yet.”

Originally, I thought that I would be able to find Old K if I caught the ghost, but I didn't expect that it would be too late.

Qi Boyan sat on the sofa, thinking of the only human trafficker who escaped after saving Chi Youyou seven years ago.

Guimu, this man has some skills, and he climbed to the leading position in this short period of time.

He grew up in Canglingzhou. After his mother died, he also experienced the darkness and pain of being trafficked and beaten.

It is precisely because of this experience that he hates the existence of this black force in this world even more, and later he established the Backlight Rescue Team.

His original intention of setting up the Backlight Rescue Team was to rescue those trafficked women, teenagers, and children, but as long as there are traffickers, there will always be endless people to save.

So old K must die.

The thread is broken again.

The man pinched the knuckles between his fingers and made a 'click' sound,

His eyes were gloomy, and he raised his eyelids, "Where is the person locked up now, take me there."

Lu Shixi: "Yes."

The other eight human traffickers were locked in a dark room with various instruments of torture.

Because they had just experienced a round of torture, several people were in a semi-conscious state, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

Qi Boyan looked at the uniform tattoos similar to the 'fishhook' on the lower left of their chests. The familiar pattern could easily bring back the dark memories of 14 years ago. When it hit like a tide, a certain nerve in the body followed. taut.

He didn't want to recall every frame of such a dirty, bloody, inhuman picture.

The people cultivated by Guimu are tough enough, and they still refuse to utter a single word when forced to this point.

But people should pay the price for the evil they have done, they should not die so easily, they should live in pain, and make atonement for the family wives who were separated and exhausted physically and mentally.

Qi Boyan walked to the desk, picked up a dagger and opened it, the sharp cold light was reflected on the man's angular face, and a cold, bloodthirsty aura emerged from his bones.

Those cold eyes seemed to come from hell.

The voice was cold, without the slightest warmth, "Wake them up."

……

Chi Youyou woke up from the dream.

scared her to death.

It was a dream.

She actually dreamed that Qi Boyan was covered in blood and looked at her with that kind of terrible eyes like a crazy critic, she almost cried out with a 'wow' in fright.

She was about to turn around and run, only to find that she had no legs.

very scary!

She stroked her little heart to comfort herself for a long time, stared at the simple chandelier by the bed, and realized belatedly...she didn't know where she was now?

Recalling what happened before she fell asleep, she thought this should be Qi Boyan's territory, but why didn't he send her home, instead brought her here...

She couldn't sleep alone now, so she got up to find someone.

Opening the door of the room, there is a long corridor covered with soft carpets, and the lights are on, but there is no one there.

"Qi Boyan?"

No one should answer her.

So she could only walk in a certain direction with her sixth sense.

...

It was 03:30 in the morning when Qi Boyan came out of the darkroom.

After taking off the blood-stained clothes, he changed into a black shirt and put it on. His handsome face was covered with a layer of cold air, and his black eyes were covered with a layer of indelible gloom.

After what happened just now, the depression in his heart became more and more thick. The man glanced at Lu Shiyi irritably, "Go out and guard, and no one is allowed to come in."

"Yes."

He sat quietly on the sofa for a while, looking at the wine cabinet beside him.

——"When I am unhappy, I will get myself drunk, and then I will have a good sleep, and when I wake up, I will forget all my troubles."

He closed his eyes, got up and walked over to fetch a few bottles of wine, sat on the carpet in front of the sofa, and downed a bottle.

However, due to the effect of alcohol, the originally turbulent emotions in the chest became more intense, blocked in the chest, rampant, and could not find a place to vent.

It's useless, it's useless.

The man closed his eyes, raised his head, took a few deep breaths, and was about to get up to do some strenuous exercise when he noticed very light footsteps coming from somewhere with keen ears.

He suddenly frowned his thick black eyebrows.

Didn't he say that no one is allowed in—

So the man turned his head and looked towards the source of the sound with extremely fierce eyes.