After ABO amnesia

"Is it because you don't like it, or because you're afraid of being identified?"

Qin Li's astonished eyes rested on Alisa Fernandez.

At the same time, Sebastian, like a well-prepared predator, took another step closer to the old Errera who was in a dilemma.

Old Errera's stubby index finger moved restlessly over the trigger.However, there are not only the aggressive Sebastian around him, but also the bodyguards who are eyeing him.

Once his index finger moved rashly, countless black muzzles would be aimed at him.

"Old Errera, why aren't you talking?"

Cold sweat kept slipping across the forehead of old Errera.He is judging the current situation.

He should have thought of Sebastian's methods before he shot the wimpy bastard without thinking.The other party's words undoubtedly identified him as the mastermind behind the scenes.The blame can only be blamed on him for being so reckless that he ruined his own future with his own hands.Finally, he took a deep breath and dropped the gun in his hand to the ground.

He has no choice.

"Sebastian Balmond, this is the end of the matter, and I have nothing to say. Although our Errera family is by no means good, it is better than you, a perfidious person. If I die here today, I will also die here." fate."

"Fate?" Sebastian chewed these two words carefully, and sneered suddenly, "If a person makes a mistake, he wants to use fate as an excuse. Isn't it tarnishing His holy name? Old Errera, I We mortals should deal with the affairs of mortals. Under your witness, you should pay the price for deliberately murdering my honored guest." The honored guest in his mouth refers to Ming Jue.

As soon as Seba finished speaking, the bodyguard behind him handed over the dagger that the assassin used to assassinate Ming Jue just now.Before taking the dagger, Seba turned his eyes to Ming Jue again, asking for the latter's opinion, "What do you think, Mr. Ming?"

Ming Jue pulled out a faint smile, and humbly replied: "It's up to you, Don Balmond." When he called Sebastian by Tang, it meant that he knew the identity of the other party and the power in his hands. recognition.

Sebastian nodded in satisfaction, and then with a wink, someone pressed old Herrera's hand on a dining table.

Everyone present, including Qin Li, understood what he meant.

Since old Errera did such a rebellious thing, Sebastian naturally had to deal with it according to the rules of the Tao.Everyone was not surprised by this, except for the awe of the Patriarch of Balmond, who would dare to risk antagonizing the Balmond family and say a word of begging for mercy on behalf of the old Eilera.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the three fingers of old Eleira's left hand were cut off by the roots.

His face was pale, and he clenched his teeth, but he still couldn't stop the painful moan from overflowing between his teeth.

Qin Li didn't watch the process.All he cared about was the reactions of everyone present.

That strange feeling of being sucked into the vortex is getting stronger and stronger.For a moment, he wondered why he came to this cruel and bloody foreign land in the past.The laws of survival here are so grotesque.Obviously, just a second ago, in the beautifully decorated mansion, everyone was still the upper-class elite children of civilized society, but in the blink of an eye, you can see the group of indifferent and shy people around you, who don't care about the situation of old Errera, and have degenerated into bloodthirsty again. And savages who advocate natural selection.It seems that the appearance of civilization is just their good-looking transparent skin, which is dazzling but has no real effect, and it cannot and does not need to cover the original appearance of their hearts.

Disgust flickered across Alisa Fernandez's face for just a moment.There was no way she could see that half an hour ago she was doing some shady business with old Errera.

Ming Jue pursed his lips tightly.The blank expression returned to his face - maybe it wasn't blank, but something obscure that Qin Li couldn't understand.That obscurity is like an ice pick in the cold winter.Just by looking at it, I feel icy cold.

And Sebastian, as the commander of the whole bloody torture, couldn't see the bloodthirsty cruelty that ruthless people are accustomed to.Whether he was looking at the assassin just now or old Errera, it was as if he was looking at a pile of disgusting garbage, and he had nothing else to think about except to clean it up quickly and restore order.

The tingling sensation around Qin Li's temples became more and more intense.In a trance, hallucinations appeared before his eyes again: he saw someone wearing a red cloak walking towards the end of the dark and deep corridor, his military boots stepping on the polished marble floor, making a breathtaking clicking sound, Endless echoes in the empty corridor.Someone was screaming and moaning in pain, but the owner of the cloak did not stop his pace.When he came to the end of the corridor, a heavy iron door was opened, and he saw a bloody and bloody mass in a room that could no longer be called human.

Qin Li's breathing became sluggish, and he almost didn't take a breath.

He resented the hallucinations he saw, and only wanted to escape from the blood.But back in reality, the increasingly thick smell of blood in the air did not let him go.

He looked at the white tablecloth under old Errera's hand, which was stained with meandering traces of blood, and the lines were strangely beautiful.

Ming Jue was the first to notice that something was wrong with him.

Even Qin Li himself didn't notice that the wound on his right hand was bleeding profusely due to the deep insertion of his fingernails.

"You're bleeding!" Ming Jue saw the blood dripping down his knuckles onto the grass, his eyes dimmed, and he didn't care about the torture of old Eilera, so he pulled Qin Li into the room. house.

Ming Jue anxiously grabs a waiter and asks him to prepare the medicine box.

The waiter was flustered by his hasty tone, it took a while before he trotted to deliver the medicine box to Ming Jue's hand.

Ming Jue randomly pulled a chair over for Qin Li to sit down, then squatted in front of him, carefully treating the wound on his right hand with iodine.

"Does it hurt?" Ming Jue raised his head and asked Qin Li when the end of the cotton swab was stained with dirty blood.

Qin Li was still in a daze, his Adam's apple rolled up and down twice, and the guard in his eyes burned like a prairie fire.

He wanted to withdraw his hand, but Ming Jue held him back.

"Do not move."

After wiping off the dirty blood, the slender wound could be seen clearly.

Ming Jue looked at the ugly wound firmly, his voice could not help being hoarse, "It will take a while for the wound to heal naturally. If you are afraid of pain, I will give you a recovery potion." The recovery potion can quickly Heals superficial wounds.However, if this kind of strange medicine is used too much, it will have certain side effects on the body.

"I'll do it myself." The scorching pain in the palm of Qin Li's mind recovered a little. He took out the small bottle containing the recovery agent from the medicine box, shook it twice, and then sprayed it on his palm.

A series of actions were done skillfully and decisively.

Ming Jue watched the wound on his palm slowly heal, and suddenly felt as if something stabbed him in the heart.But soon, he suppressed this uncomfortable feeling and said: "The outside affairs should be over. Brother Li, if you feel uncomfortable, you can stay in the room first, and I will ask the waiter to take you to the guest room rest."

Listening to the music played again in the garden, Qin Li subconsciously resisted going back to that depressing and weird environment, so he nodded silently.