The villain is being forced to whitewash again

Fortunately, Mo De didn't intend to summon him, until the carriage drove back to the base in the desert, there was nothing else to do.

Boring, dull, yes, that's how it feels for days on end.

He became irritable, why didn't Mo De give orders and arrangements?Obviously passed the test, is there something that makes the other party dissatisfied?

The twin sister who was the right guardian ignored him, a smell of being abandoned, rotting in the corner, and he was that piece of garbage with nothing to do except day after day.

When the twin sisters told him that Mo had to see him, he felt relaxed for no reason.

Realizing his sudden relaxation, he was startled. What he was going to meet was a terrifying and unpredictable person with extremely strong lethality. Why did he feel safe instead?

He suspected he had developed incipient Stockholm syndrome.

Walking inside, I really hoped that I would get nervous, but sadly there was no wave, and I even worried about whether it was a side effect of Gu worms, which still remained in my mind.

Get a full counseling session if you can, it's insane to have empathy for criminals, pray in your heart, it's better to be an accident than a deliberate operation.

Mo De was waiting for him.

"Sit down." He said with a smile, "How are you feeling recently?"

"It's boring." He said truthfully, throwing it into the water as a bait and waiting for a response.

Mo De laughed, "That's true. After all, you are still a young and energetic young man, unlike me, who is already buried in the soil. It's an old antique thing, but these days I didn't deliberately ignore you. The last time Didn’t you lose the sword you were carrying with you? Take a look at this, what do you think?”

Opening the wrapped cloth, there is a sword inside. It looks ordinary, but it is heavy in the hand. This feeling... He frowned, like those black stones in the cave a hundred years ago...

"Try it." Mo De relaxed on the chair, his words were suggestions, his tone was tough, and he gave orders naturally.

There's no reason why the boss would dare not to obey the boss's words, not to mention that he still pretended to continue to be an undercover agent here, so he did so.

"A very good sword." After the trial, he returned the sword and put it on the table.

"This is for you. The sword before was beautiful, but I didn't give it to you. This one is just worthy of the status of the left protector I gave you. Who will have extra gossip after that?"

Mo De's words and deeds seem to be the best. Although there is a hint of domineering in his words, anyone who sees this scene will admire what a generous boss this is, but he is a little skeptical. Is this person really so kind?

Sure enough, Mo De suddenly changed the topic, "But after staying by my side for so long, you should understand my rules of employing people, and killing people is indeed quite good, but if you kill people, others will kill you, if someone wants to If you want to know everything about the Blood Cult through your mouth, what should I do?"

"I won't say it." Qin Shi replied.

Mo De shook his head, "That's because you haven't experienced real torture, so you can express it so easily."

"What I want is proof. You have to prove to me whether Meimei is worthy of the position of Guardian Zuo."

"..." Qin Shi was silent, and finally understood the reason why he was neglected these days. Although he completed the test by killing those fifty people under the control of Gu worms, Mo De still didn't really agree with him.

It is impossible for him to choose to give up at this time, even if he is at the mercy of others, Mo De is looking at him, those blood-red pupils, the deep cold engulfs people inside.

"How do you want me to prove it?"

Mo De chuckled, and could tell what would happen if Qin Shi said no.

Stretching out his hand, the index finger and middle finger pushed a cup of gold goblet on the table in front of him, bowed his head, half of the scarlet liquid was sticking to the wall of the cup and slowly flowing down, the degree of stickiness was not like that of ordinary exotic products of wine.

"This is my blood, drink it up."

Qin Shi asked: "After drinking it, what will happen to me?"

Mo De's eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of haze, Qin Shi knew that the other party was a little tired of his talkativeness, but this was the blood of a monster!Not a glass of cool watermelon juice in summer, he must have the right to know.

"What will happen to you? My dear, that is a very painful thing." Mo De said softly, "One small cup a day for fifteen days, you will start to mutate, or evolve into assimilation , become a bloodthirsty monster like me who lives in darkness forever and can't see the light, or he can resist the torture and still be a normal person."

Qin Shi asked: "...Which one do you want me to become?"

Mo De tapped on the table, "Any strong man in the world, as long as he longs to stand at the top all the time, he won't let an enemy stronger than himself appear. I don't have reproductive cancer, and I don't like it either. Otherwise, it would be everywhere by now." They are all my kind."

"What if I don't resist?" Qin Shi asked the most important question.

Mo De leaned forward slightly, and whispered in his ear: "Then I will drag you who have successfully assimilated under the sun, and your whole body will be burned to death in the scorching orange sun until your whole body is blown to ashes."

After all, he tilted his head, with an annoying naughty and teasing, "How? Your choice."

"..." He chose to shut up, and his eyes were all focused on the golden goblet on the table. This was not a joke, nor was he.

He picked up the golden goblet, raised his head and drank it down, and watched him put it down, leaving only the dirty remnants in it, what a good boy.

Mo De smiled, but it was a menacing smile, because he could see the indifference in Qin Shi's heart, which was expressionless.

It might be a little strange, isn't Qin Shi always so indifferent?But it's different, Mo De's eyes are very poisonous, he can clearly distinguish what is really indifferent, and what is superficial indifference is actually confused, so he just teases and plays when he has nothing to do, just like playing with a fish or a bird.

But at this moment, this good boy who was still at a loss suddenly matured. It wasn't rebellious, but in his eyes, this was fucking blatant rebellion.

Furious anger rose from the deepest part of his heart, and his grin was like that of a great white shark.

But Qin Shi didn't notice that, in fact, not only his mouth, but his whole body was expressing, the scarlet blood was like a knife cutting through his internal organs, he grabbed the chair, and the brain automatically had the idea of ​​spitting out the whole bile .

His obvious pain pleased Mo De, who was originally furious, and the Jin Gao wine glass was pushed up again, and the blood stuck to the side of the glass accumulated in the bottom of the glass, just a little, but in Qin Shi's eyes, it looked like horrible heartbroken grass juice. If you go down, you will be heartbroken.

"Master..."

Mo De coaxed: "It's only a few drops, don't waste it."

"But I've..."

"Pick it up, Qin Shi, you need this very much, I know." Mo De spoke slowly, every word was full of poisonous snake teeth, biting his body and branding it.

Picking up the golden goblet, his arms trembled uncontrollably, and his body was crazily repelling.

After everything was over, he slumped on the chair without image like a dead fish, and his brain felt tired from the excessive negative stimulation.

I shouldn't be sleeping here. Going back, even if I fell on the ground halfway outside, it would be better than now. I struggled to stand up, but I couldn't lift a single finger. The precariousness was a difficult illusion in my heart.

It feels like Mo has to stand up, like a cold mist, icy fingers stroking his face, if it was teasing before, then it is deliberate murder at this moment, every second is suffering.

He suddenly realized that this kind of ambiguous behavior had nothing to do with ambiguity at all, it was just a show of power.

"Take a good rest, the right protector will take care of everything, and you just need to enjoy as much as possible during these fifteen days, this may be the last sunshine."

Then, it seemed that he left here, and he was left alone, and God bless, this is simply the best gift.

Eyelids finally stopped fighting, heavy, with relaxation and worry, he fell into the unfathomable blackness.

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Lying on the bed without even lighting a candle, Qin Shi slowly turned over, rotting in the pile of red silk like a bat in the dark, unable to even open his eyes.

Suddenly he felt a convulsion in his abdomen. He curled up in a ball, unable to vomit. How many days has it been?Feeling dizzy and swelled without the sense of time, the coating on my tongue is full of blood, is there any room left in my stomach?

The twin sisters still came to deliver meals at first, but then there were only cakes that were hard on the table, and in the end it stinks, and it was there intact, and he didn’t have the appetite and strength to get up to eat. Jueli was fed with their daily blood.

so many... so many...

He was trapped in the darkness, and the only thing he dreamed of was the sea of ​​sticky blood and bats flying around, melting inside and he couldn't tell the difference between east, west, north, and east.

In the darkness, two female voices suddenly approached and moved away.

"...It's almost there, drag him there." "Ouch, it stinks, it smells like blood, did he spit out the blood he just fed?" "Because it's about to change, hurry up, It will be troublesome when the time comes."

Rubbing on the ground, throwing it on the ground, the sound of the door closing, his eyelids raised slightly, and he vaguely glanced at a woman shrinking in a dark corner, holding her breath in horror, still trembling.

Vaguely, he didn't know if it was a hallucination, but he seemed to see that the blood vessels in the woman's neck were particularly obvious.

That bastard, he was breathing hard, a strange longing intensified in his body, like the music of death in progress, ants gnawed on every nerve.

He wanted to die, but before that, he bit his finger, Morde, I'll kill you first.