Invade

"Based on the current situation, there is no such person." Hagrid put a stack of documents in front of Sith and spread his hands, "There is no one named Qin Jing in the human world."

Sith sat on the recliner and swayed leisurely. Looking far away, he could still see the outline of the mountains not far away, but the pair of different pupils were calm, and no one could see the slightest clue.

The purple snake coiled slowly in his hands, and raised his head to Hagrid: "There is no other world?"

Hagrid scratched his head: "Not even one that starts with Chin."

"Will the people in the border town transfer his information?" The purple snake was suddenly covered with a layer of white light, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a little lady with purple curly hair, sitting upright on Sith's legs. On the top, the big eyes blinked and blinked, making people want to ravage a few times.

In fact, as soon as Hagrid saw the purple snake in human form, he rushed over, and was killed by Sith with a look. He stood there pitifully, aggrieved, and stared hard at the purple-haired young lady, beckoning him to come over obediently with his eyes. .

Unexpectedly, the little purple hair just smiled and watched Hagrid deflated, and had no intention of leaving Sith's side at all.

"The people in the border town have records in the human world, so it's impossible not to find out about Qin Jing." Hagrid glared at him, and said unkindly.

"That doesn't make sense." Xiaozheng pouted.

"A Tong." Sith simply ordered, "Bring the information."

The boy called "A Tong" jumped off Sith's lap, tiptoed to reach for the information on the table, and handed it to Sith. Hagrid held him in his arms without paying attention, and rubbed it hard a few times. Down the hair.

There was a bustling mess over there, but Sith was still looking through the information steadily. These materials were passed over from the human world. A man named Qin Jing".

Seeing and watching, Sith's hand suddenly stopped, and suddenly said: "Hagrid, is the person you are looking for reliable?"

Hagrid raised his eyebrows: "No problem."

Seeing Sith lower his head and read the information again, Hagrid walked over with A Tong in his hand and asked, "What's the problem?"

Sith flipped through it for a while, got up and put the information on the table again, frowned and said, "What if the human world doesn't want us to know that there is such a person as Qin Jing?"

Hagrid was frightened into a cold sweat: "You mean they deliberately hid Qin Jing's identity?"

"I don't know." Sith said lightly, "Perhaps, even the person you're looking for doesn't know the truth."

"Brother, why did you go to the border town a few times and then start thinking wildly?" Hagrid focused his fingers on the stack of documents, "These documents are all internal documents, not even this one, the scene must have been done What kind of shady things. You also know that there is chaos in the border town, and all the unknown black households are running there, maybe Qin Jing is one of them... If you have to think about conspiracy theories, there is nothing I can do about it .”

"..." Sith lowered his eyes and thought for a while, then suddenly asked Hagrid without warning, "What time is it?"

Hagrid was a little dizzy from being surrounded by him: "Probably...it's almost sunset."

Hearing this, Sith immediately waved to A Tong: "Let's go."

"Hey, you... it's just sunset!"

Sith, who had already walked away, heard from afar: "Xiao Jing said that he will eat ribs tonight."

Hagrid was stunned for a moment, and it took a hundred or eighty turns in his head to realize who "Xiaojing" was, and he couldn't help shouting angrily with his hands on his hips: "When the hell did you start calling him Xiaojing? I'll tell you Sith! You are Be a man with one face behind the other! You want to find out about him and eat his ribs at the same time! You fucking white-eyed wolf! I look down on you!"

The whistling cold wind poured into the room, knocking down a table of documents, as if adding insult to injury to Hagrid's mood.

He sniffled, squatted down to pick up the materials aggrieved, but suddenly scanned a name.

Qin Yan.

……

"I'm home!"

As soon as the door was opened, Qin Jing smiled sweetly in front of his eyes. He wore a small apron and held a spatula in his hand. He ran into the kitchen without saying hello, and shouted, "Sit on the sofa and have a rest. On the tea table There are freshly cut fruits, and we can eat later."

Sith took off his coat and hung it aside. As soon as he walked to the sofa, he saw the golden python and A Tong, who had turned back into a snake, fighting a battle of wits—just to grab the fruit.

For some reason, he picked up the fruit plate, glanced at the two snakes that were stunned for a moment, and said calmly: "Xiao Jingqie's are all mine."

Qin Jing, who came out with a soup bowl, vaguely heard what Sith was saying, and asked him, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay." Sith sat on the other side of the sofa without changing his expression, eating pears with a toothpick, and the two entangled snake eyes looked at this side eagerly, who knew that Sith didn't even look at them, I am very happy to eat by myself.

"Come and eat." Qin Jing, who served all the dishes, greeted, "After eating, we will eat fruit."

Then Sith stuffed the last pear into his mouth expressionlessly, and said vaguely: "Got it."

The two snakes glared angrily, but Sith ignored them, went straight to the restaurant and sat down, and when he looked up, Qin Jing was also seated.

Sith's eyes froze instantly.

"Try it, this pork ribs have been stewed for a long time, it should be delicious... and this dish..." Qin Jing was busy serving food for Sith, but he didn't hear him for a long time, so he couldn't help but look up at him, and the two looked at each other , Qin Jing immediately found that Sith was looking in the direction of his neckline.

He lowered his head subconsciously, but didn't look at anything, and smiled: "What? I got vegetable soup on me?"

Sith looked back silently: "It's okay, let's eat."

As Qin Jing said, the pork ribs are very delicious and not greasy. It tastes very comfortable when paired with a cold dish and a hot dish. Sith, who usually doesn’t eat much meat, ate half of the pot of ribs for the first time. Burp ended the fight.

Qin Jing laughed: "Don't hold on, if you feel sick in your stomach, you must tell me that there is medicine in the apartment."

Sith also raised the corners of his mouth symbolically, but he always felt a little uncomfortable in his heart. He simply waved his hand and said lightly, "I'll feed the snake first."

Qin Jing's smile was a little stiff, he felt that Sith's mood tonight was not normal.

In the evening, it was Qin Jing who cleaned up the dining table as usual, and went into the bathroom after he finished his work. When he took off his clothes and stood naked, he immediately told him why Sith looked very unhappy when he had meat tonight.

The originally slender and fair neck was dazzled with a few patches of red, spreading straight to the collarbone. Under the half-covered clothes, it really looked like he had gone out to have a good time with others today.

Qin Jing stood for a while, then suddenly remembered the room card that was still stuffed in his pocket, counting the time, it was past nine o'clock.

He suddenly had the urge to rush out, but his feet stood there as if they were rooted—to go or not to go?Can Dino's words be trusted?

Qin Jing turned on the shower with a wry smile, and stood in the middle of the hot water rather dejectedly, not knowing what to do.

If he went, no matter what would happen to Sith, even he himself would feel sorry for it, not to mention he would not be able to determine the truth of Dino's words; Will let myself go.

The most important one was, if he didn't go, how would he collect the five thousand gold coins in three days?

Qin Jing took a deep breath and buried his head deeply.

He really wanted to smoke a cigarette.

Near ten o'clock, Qin Jing came out of the bathroom wearing a bathrobe, and saw Sith leaning against the bed at a glance, playing with a card in his hand.

Qin Jing's limbs were suddenly cold, and he froze in place.

Hearing the sound of the door, Sith turned his head slowly and calmly waved the card in his hand: "What's going on? Huh?"

That key card.

Qin Jing's Adam's apple moved slightly, and he said dryly, "You...what are you doing in my pocket?"

"They ran around in the living room, knocked down the hanger, and this card fell out of your pocket." Sith raised his chin to the two snakes beside the bed who didn't dare to breathe, and said calmly, " During the transaction, if the male puppet has any deviant behavior, the client can demand compensation for the original payment, and even a certain amount of liquidated damages, right?"

"..." Qin Jing was speechless. In fact, he couldn't justify it at all. The words "compensation for the original payment" alone made him breathless, not to mention the double payment of liquidated damages.

"When we first met, you said that you could learn to cheat." Sith suddenly smiled, "You learned it very well."

"I'm not..." Qin Jing took a few steps forward in embarrassment, and knelt down in front of Sith almost humbly, "I, I was wrong, don't terminate the contract..."

Sith frowned, and suddenly felt an unknown anger in his heart. He thought that Qin Jing would turn over the page as happily as before, but he never thought that Qin Jing would beg him in such a low profile Don't terminate the contract.

He said in a deep voice, "I'm not that easy to talk to."

"I..." Qin Jing lowered his head, gritted his teeth with difficulty and said, "I didn't do any wrongdoing, these were... forced by others, and I couldn't resist."

"Where's the evidence?"

Qin Jing lowered his head and untied the strap of the bathrobe, and his white body without a trace fell into Sith's eyes.

Bearing Sith's blazing gaze, he raised his head and squeezed out the words one by one: "I didn't have sex with anyone...you saw it."

"How do you explain this room card?" Sith looked away a little, but unconsciously shrouded the people in front of him in his peripheral vision, and finally couldn't help but whispered: "Put on well."

Qin Jing fastened the belt silently, and gave a general description of what happened when he met Dino in the supermarket today, but intentionally omitted the part of the money transaction.

Sith was silent for a while after listening, then suddenly broke off the room card and threw it into the trash can, pinched Qin Jing's chin, and looked down at him: "You can't go."

"...I won't go." Qin Jing said with difficulty.

"Otherwise I will terminate the contract."

Qin Jing's whole body trembled, and he murmured as if he had been frightened: "I won't go...I won't go."

Sith frowned, always feeling that Qin Jing's reaction was not quite right, but he still pulled Qin Jing from the cold ground to the bedside, paused for a moment, and suddenly asked: "The money you make is five and a half dollars the same as the owner's." Five points, right?"

Qin Jing hummed vaguely.

"What if you want to hide it privately?"

"...No, it's impossible, the store owner has records..." Qin Jing muttered.

Sith narrowed his eyes, and was about to say something, when Qin Jing suddenly heard Qin Jing continue to whisper: "But the tips given by customers will not be recorded..."

"So..." Qin Jing raised his head slowly, his eyes dodged, as if he had swallowed a whole durian with difficulty, "Sis... can you lend me five thousand first?"