Invade

"There's no wine at home." Qin Jing said as he took off his apron, hurriedly put on his shoes, put on his coat and pushed the door out, "Wait for me for a while."

Sith, who was sitting on the sofa peeling garlic, just raised his head when the door was closed by Qin Jing.

There is no wind and no moon tonight, and the shadows of the branches and leaves on the ground do not even move.The apartment Qin Jing lives in is located deep in the community. To take a shortcut to get to the nearest supermarket, he has to squeeze through the middle of two empty buildings that have not yet been sold.

Qin Jing walked through the darkness unharmed, but stopped, and swept behind him - he always felt that there was something following him.

This feeling really made him uncomfortable.

But the pot of soup at home was still simmering, and Qin Jing didn't have time to contend with a wisp of illusory feeling, so he walked quickly into the convenience store with bright lights, and after a while came out with a few bottles of beer, his eyes were on the second floor The dark place in the center turned around and walked towards the long road.

Seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages is always a human instinct. Even if there is a pot of hot soup at home, this theorem cannot be changed.

Qin Jing cautiously passed the dark intersection, and was just about to breathe a sigh of relief and stride home, when a hand suddenly dragged him into the alleyway between the two buildings, and then a soaring smell of alcohol entered the room. Qin Jing's nasal cavity.

As soon as Qin Jing had the idea of ​​encountering a drunkard, he was pushed against the wall vigorously, the wine bottle in his hand was smashed, and the glass balls mixed with the wine filled the bag. Without thinking about it, he locked the mouth of the plastic bag with his hand, and swung it at the drunkard's head without hesitation!

Unexpectedly, the drunken man still had a weapon in his hand, and suddenly he slammed a stick on Qin Jing's arm. Qin Jing felt pain, and his fingers loosened immediately, and the bag of good things flew out, crashing On the opposite wall, the mouth of the bag was open, spilling wine and broken glass.

Qin Jing was a little dazed by his stick, grinning his teeth and not forgetting to lift his knee and hit his genitals, but the stick hit his leg again out of nowhere, Qin Jing screamed and hugged his leg , shouted: "Are you fucking crazy?"

With a clang, the stick was thrown to the ground.

With the light that was so weak that it almost didn't exist, Qin Jing quickly looked at the person opposite him - it was a man, taller than him by a head, and he could feel the muscles all over his body during the brief physical contact just now, but he didn't look strong, on the contrary Well proportioned.

It's just that this person is backlit, so Qin Jing can't see his face at all.

The man didn't give him too much time to react, and then pushed Qin Jing hard against the wall. One hand suddenly reached into the hem of his clothes, touching and scratching like a wild animal, and the other hand was not idle. , Go straight to the point and grab his pants.

"You fucking..."

Qin Jing gritted his teeth, restrained the man's arm that was stretched into his clothes with both hands like iron pliers, endured the pain and gave him a kick on the stomach, followed by another kick, until the position of the two became Qin Jing and pressed the man against the wall , he gasped heavily and stopped the atrocities, and spat fiercely to the side: "Don't fuck me when you're drunk!"

The man's consciousness is still not clear, even though he was beaten so hard that he couldn't stand upright, he still struggled to hug Qin Jing, wrapped his hands tightly around his waist, groped his back dishonestly with his fingers, and said "hoo!" The panting sound, which sounded lewd, made Qin Jing get goosebumps all over his body, and stretched out his hand to push him: "Stay away from me!"

This push pushed the man directly to the ground. He sat on the ground in a daze for a while, and felt something cold and hard while his fingers twitched.

The stick that I threw down just now.

The man clenched the stick again in an instant, and the way he looked at Qin Jing changed, as if a hunter had seen his prey—he laughed in a strange voice, and the soft whispers were mixed with extremely ambiguous possessiveness Desire makes people shudder.

Qin Jing felt a little uncomfortable, and waved his hands as he stepped back: "Brother, don't be impulsive, I don't care about you now that you've drunk too much, and what happened just now will be the end of the story, but if you act recklessly..."

The words came to an abrupt end, and the man jumped up with a stick, as if trying to knock Qin Jing's head off, he threw the man to the ground viciously, grabbed Qin Jing's collar with one hand, and held the stick high with the other , and then suddenly pulled down!

"you--"

Before Qin Jing could say anything, he was slapped on the head with a stick. Stars stared at him immediately, and he felt that the world was turned upside down. spread in the mouth.

Seeing the miraculous effect of his stick, the man laughed strangely, touched Qin Jing's clothes again with his empty hand, kneaded and pinched, and couldn't control the strength, so Qin Jing screamed in pain feebly A few times.

"Crazy, you..." Qin Jing's headache was about to split, he refused the man's shameless touch, and still kept cursing.

However, the man was only concentrating on studying the white and tender skin under his body, and did not notice Qin Jing's clear eyes in an instant.

The stick that was loosely held in his hand was suddenly snatched by Qin Jing. It was not until the first stick was drawn on his body that the man realized that the stick had been taken away by the young man on the ground. He immediately hugged his injured arm and wailed a few times. Rolling and rolling again and again, Qin Jing's face turned blue and white, and he was so angry that he almost wanted to kill someone.

This psychopath whipped him so many sticks, and he didn't want to die, Qin Jing just hit him once, and this man was looking for life and death, making people wonder whether the next stick would last or not.

After hesitating for a moment while clutching the stick tightly, Qin Jing ruthlessly threw the stick at the man's feet, cursing in a low voice: "It's really fucking bad luck for eight lifetimes."

After saying that, he turned around and limped towards the supermarket. When he came back after re-purchasing wine, the man was gone in the alleyway, and only the bag of garbage was left on the ground.

Qin Jing sneered, forgive him for not daring to attack him again.

Out of the alleyway, Qin Jing walked towards the apartment without looking back, but a laughter leaked out from the darkness, listening carefully, it was the voice of the drunkard just now.

……

"Why are you back so late—"

Sisi asked while opening the door, but before the last word was pronounced, he suddenly pulled the person into the room, slammed the door hard, and his five fingers clenched so hard that Qin Jing's arm hurt: "Who hit it?"

Qin Jing gasped: "It hurts, hurts... let go."

With an ugly face, Sith relaxed his strength, turned Qin Jing's arm over, and saw a red and swollen mark on his arm, and faintly oozing blood.

Looking up, the young man's hair was also messed up, and there was a thin line of blood flowing down the side of his face, which obviously hurt his head.

Qin Jing let him pull, put the wine in his hand on the coffee table, and said slowly: "It fell."

Without saying a word, Sith pulled the man and turned around, trying to push Qin Jing away.

Qin Jing was a little anxious: "What are you doing?"

Sith was expressionless: "Come on, let's go out, I'll see if you drop one."

Qin Jing, who had been punctured, suddenly froze, but still said in a low voice with a firm mouth: "I really fell...the road in the community is not easy."

"Who did you fight with?"

Qin Jing's eyes dodged: "I fell..."

Sith made a gesture to rush out, but Qin Jing hurriedly stopped him: "It's midnight, what are you doing?"

"Find someone for revenge." Sith said with a wooden face.

The two stalemate at the entrance for a long time, Qin Jing burst out laughing suddenly, leaned softly on Sith's shoulder, and said weakly: "When I came back from buying wine, I met a drunkard, he wanted to take advantage of me, and he didn't let me He succeeded, and he was so angry that he hit me a few times."

Qin Jing raised his head and grinned, "I'm fine."

Sith narrowed his eyes.

"It's all right!" Qin Jing patted his chest with pride, "My body is fine!"

Sith stared at him for a moment, then pushed him towards the bathroom: "You go take a shower first, and change your dirty clothes, and I will give you medicine when you come out, and you can eat after taking the medicine."

Qin Jing, who was being pushed, smiled slyly: "Mr. Sith, you have changed."

Sith paused, ignored him and continued to push him: "Don't say anything useless."

One second before entering the bathroom, Qin Jing stuck out his tongue at him: "You have become human."

After all, without waiting for Sith to react, Qin Jing obediently closed the bathroom door, but when he turned around and leaned against the door, his expression changed instantly, and he quickly took off all his clothes, putting them one by one on the bathroom door. Check it over and over on the ground.

When he turned to the shirt, he saw a black device the size of a grain of rice stuck to the hem of the clothes, and Qin Jing picked up the inconspicuous thing with trembling hands.

bug.

Qin Jing's face suddenly became extremely ugly. He raised his hand and threw the black micro-device into the toilet, slammed the sink hard with the sound of flushing, and silently cursed "Damn".

At this moment, Sith, who was standing in the kitchen, was staring at the boiling soup in the pot, with the purple snake coiled on his shoulder that he hadn't seen for a few days, whispering something in his ear.

At the end, the purple snake lowered his voice: "Did you smell it?"

Sith frowned.

"It's right for him to fight with people, but why is his body contaminated with the breath of the devil?" The purple snake slowly walked from one shoulder of Sith to the other, vomited the snake letter, and the snake eyes were shining brightly. Guotang, "This shows that the one who fought with him just now was not a human being, but a demon, a real demon from another world. Do you think, how can he beat a demon as a human being?"

Seeing that Sith still didn't speak, the purple snake swam a distance to the pot of soup again: "Do you really believe what that human said? What he met was really an ordinary drunkard?"

"Even if he is really a drunkard, where does the devil's smell come from?" Purple Snake spat out the snake letter at the soup, "As a human being, he can't smell the devil's smell, but you can smell it. If this human is really If you have any contact with the devil, your affairs will definitely be even more difficult."

The purple snake that was about to climb to the edge of the pot was suddenly pinched by Sith, and immediately struggled unwillingly, humming softly: "Just one bite, just one bite!"

"It's still the same sentence, I still can't be sure whether he is related to that woman." Sith said indifferently, "If the person in that photo has nothing to do with him, I will never let him get involved."

"Master, you have changed." Purple Snake wriggled under his hands in aggrieved manner, "You didn't have so many worries before."

Sith pinched him, and said word by word: "I used to be like this, do you understand?"

Purple Snake screamed in a low voice: "Yes yes yes."

After saying that, the purple snake suddenly turned into powder and floated in the air just like last time, leaving Sith alone in the kitchen with a pot of boiling fragrant soup.

Where did that demonic aura come from?Just now, what kind of person was the alcoholic that Qin Jing met downstairs—or, in other words, a devil?

Sith narrowed his eyes slightly.