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Rong Xiaole is really a diligent young man.

In the past few days, Cheng Jieyi can see the newly delivered newspapers in the mailbox, and sometimes there are some bookmarks, delicate dried flowers and other small gifts.

Rong Xiaole doesn't only show up in the morning, every day at noon or evening, riding a bicycle like the wind, he will greet people in the alley loudly, and when he sees Cheng Jieyi who is sitting by the window or watering the garden, he will also make a special effort. Stop the bicycle and chat with Cheng Jieyi for a few words.

Cheng Jieyi didn't pay much attention to what Rong Xiaole said, he either looked at the sky every day, or went back to the house to deal with Manzhu who was like a big dog.

He is always pestering people, just like the owner going out for a walk without his dog, if he doesn't see Cheng Jieyi, he will go crazy, jumping, hugging and licking people.

Cheng Jieyi was very uneasy after coming here as someone from another plane, and only regarded him as the only one to rely on, so his behavior was particularly clingy.

But licking people is not enough.

After Cheng Jieyi returned to the house that day, Man Zhu grabbed his hand and licked it. He immediately waved his hand to break away, but accidentally hit Man Zhu in the face.

Cheng Jieyi's hands trembled, and he felt bad. This person was limited by the rules of space. He had problems with his body, language, and mind. He shouldn't...

But before Cheng Jieyi felt guilty for three seconds, he saw the beautiful silver-haired young man breathing heavily, his face as if painted with peach powder and rouge. He grabbed Cheng Jieyi's hand, but did not repeat the action just now. Put it on your face.

Manzhu stared at Cheng Jieyi, as if urging him, waiting for Cheng Jieyi's punishment.

"...Are you a masochist?"

Cheng Jieyi withdrew his hand, looked at Manzhu's face, stood up, opened the refrigerator and took out ice cubes to apply to Manzhu's face.

Manzhu shuddered, and a thin layer of goosebumps appeared on his skin, but soon he smiled sweetly again, looking at Cheng Jieyi wholeheartedly.

No matter what it is, whether it is pain or scolding, as long as it is given by Cheng Jieyi, it will be the happiness that Manzhu dreams of.

For ordinary men, being watched like this is something that easily arouses criminal psychology.

□□, intrusion, tearing, in short, are not good words.

Cheng Jieyi sighed, he had obviously put on the restraining props, but this visitor from another plane still...does he trust him wholeheartedly?

"I will send you back," Cheng Jieyi reiterated again, he opened the refrigerator and took out sweet milk and handed it to Manzhu, "Do you want it?"

Manzhu's answer was, she threw herself into Cheng Jieyi's arms again, rubbing, and rubbing again.

"...As long as you can speak a human language, I will beat you to the wall, and I won't be able to get you off."

With blue veins on his forehead, Cheng Jieyi took Manzhu into the bathroom to flush cold water, no matter how innocent the expression on Manzhu's face was, he didn't show mercy.

"Guys who get excited after being slapped are collectively called perverts in my place."

Since that day, Cheng Jieyi has tried his best to pay attention to Manzhu's actions, but this silver-haired boy seems to know what behaviors are likely to make Cheng Jieyi angry, so most of the time he is as quiet and obedient as a big dog.

But whenever Cheng Jieyi's attitude softened, he would immediately invade Cheng Jieyi's domain again, like a rooted vine that would grow crazily when it smelled sunlight and water.

Fist hardened.

No, occasionally you still have to distance yourself from Manzhu, Cheng Jieyi covered his fists, laid space props around the house, and decided to go out to the Spiritual Oasis Supermarket to buy something.

"I'll be back soon," Cheng Jie pointed to the hour hand six on the wall, "I'll be back when this black hand gets here."

Cheng Jieyi closed the door, and Manzhu looked at Cheng Jieyi obediently, but instead of going to the yard to water the flowers, Cheng Jieyi opened the door and went out.

Manzhu was about to follow out, but at the door, she saw a red silk thread that ordinary people couldn't see with naked eyes.

...a new ban.

Manzhu laughed, just like seeing a young bird trying to build its own nest. Although this nest is full of loopholes, it should be rewarded.

He flicked his fingers back without looking back, and the black hour hand on the wall pointed to six.

It's six o'clock now, and it's not a foul for him to go out now.

Manzhu opened the door, and the red silk threads were about to tangle up when they touched him, but Manzhu stretched out her slender and beautiful index finger and put it on her lips, and gave a soft "shh".

Those thin red threads were wrapped in black flames in an instant, from the source all the way up, dyeing the red spider web black.

The yellow bird standing on Manzhu's shoulder chirped twice, and it knew that these silk threads, like it, had a new smell and became Manzhu's family members.

Suddenly the familiar bicycle bell rang outside the courtyard gate, and Manzhu had heard it before.

Rong Xiaole squatted on the wall with a smile, trying to find Cheng Jieyi's figure among the dense flowers and leaves.

It's [-]:[-] in the evening, which is Rong Xiaole's favorite time.

At this time, the sun gradually sets, and the blue sky and white clouds are gradually dyed red by the blood-colored sunset.

[Xiao Le, that's obviously a golden sun? ] Someone once said when watching the sunset with Rong Xiaole.

【Yeah?But in my eyes, it is red. 】

【it's beautiful. 】

Rong Xiaole likes bloody evenings. At this time, his thinking and physical abilities will reach their peak in an instant, as if he has been given dozens of injections of stimulants at the same time.

No matter how tough the prey is, how strong the prey is, how fast the prey is, or how beautiful the prey is, none of them can escape his hunting.

Why is there such a gorgeous liquid in the human body, like a blood-colored sunset.

If he collects enough, can he create a new sun?

When Rong Xiaole saw the young man standing in the courtyard, it was like seeing a living sun for an instant.

Qiumingyu, male, 22 years old, has a gentle and kind personality, does not like fighting, is healthy, and likes lively and cheerful people.

This is the message in Qiuming language that Rong Xiaole read through his supernatural power.

Even the inside is so gentle and perfect, like the warm sun.

It's him, Rong Xiaole has been having difficulty falling asleep for the past few days, the more he thought about the image of Qiumingyu in his mind, the more his blood boiled with excitement, and he couldn't calm down his clattering heart for a moment!

When the bloody sunset reappeared, Rong Xiaole decided to pay a visit.

It should be possible to enter the garden directly, and immediately cover the man's mouthpiece after entering, so as not to let him make a sound.

Rong Xiaole chuckled, he got off the bicycle, raised his hand and knocked on the courtyard door.

"Sir! Would you like a gift? This is an extra gift from the newspaper! Teacup set!"

The voice and smile were as usual, very cheerful and optimistic.

Sure enough, the courtyard door opened slowly, Rong Xiaole's toes gripped the ground tightly, and the veins on the back of his hands and neck protruded. As long as the courtyard door opened to allow him to pass through, he would exert his strength in an instant, rush into the courtyard, and go all out to let the man Can no longer speak!

But when the courtyard door opened, the one standing in front of Rong Xiaole was not Qiumingyu.

The man had silver hair that reached the ground and wore a robe of the same color. He was like a sage son or a mermaid in the magical world. From his appearance to his temperament, he revealed an atmosphere that was incompatible with this world.

When the man saw Rong Xiaole, the corners of his lips rose slowly, revealing a smile.

[The more you go all out, the easier it is to fall to pieces. 】

[Good afternoon, Corpse. 】

[This is his garden, be careful not to get it dirty. 】

The man obviously didn't speak, but Rong Xiaole "heard" his voice.

That voice seemed to come from the sky, or a place higher and wider than the sky. He couldn't describe whether the sound was pleasant, and it was even difficult to use human language to define or describe it.

He said "corpse"...my name isn't that...

Rong Xiaole stared blankly at the silver-haired young man in front of him, and then his gaze was instantly reversed, and the head disguised with a smile fell heavily to the ground.

It is a rough concrete floor, not a garden with soft flowers and leaves, but a crossroad 50 meters away from the Tyumen language house.

Cheng Jieyi took the fruits, vegetables and sweet milk he bought from the supermarket, and was about to cross the road when he heard sharp screeching brakes and miserable screams coming from ahead.

Cheng Jieyi frowned, and walked forward in three steps at a time. At the intersection, he saw several cars colliding together, and Rong Xiaole lying in the middle of the road with his body separated.

[According to the camera images at the intersection, the corpse suddenly appeared on the road. 】

[…The witnesses only saw the corpse. 】

[...Maybe some kind of supernatural power. 】

[Anyone can provide clues at the simple alarm booth at any time, and the police guarantee the safety of your information...]

……

Cheng Jieyi watched the news broadcast on TV and couldn't help frowning.

"It's a pity, you are still so young. Isn't the crime rate in this world too high?"

Sitting next to Cheng Jieyi, Man Zhu, who was drinking sweet milk, also nodded, appearing to agree.

"Nodding, do you understand?" Cheng Jieyi looked at Man Zhu who was next to him, saw that he was drinking sweet milk until the hair around his mouth was sticking to his mouth, so he couldn't help but stretch out his hand to push it away for him.

"Let's prepare dinner. Fortunately, you didn't see that, otherwise you might not want to eat dinner."

Cheng Jieyi stood up and walked to the kitchen, unaware that Manzhu fell on the place where Cheng Jieyi was sitting just now, feeling the warm body temperature, smiling and raising his hand, silently made a cutting gesture.

Just like he dealt with Rong Xiaole's gesture before.

In the police substation three kilometers away from Cheng Jieyi’s home, Lin Xiaowen looked at the various syringes and compressed bags found on Rong Xiaole, as well as Rong Xiaole’s supernatural powers, fingerprints, and blood identity verification reports, and couldn’t help raising his hands and rubbing the slight pain. forehead.

"There really is a 'Messenger of Justice' who specializes in killing A-level wanted criminals in our city?"

"But where this person died..."

Lin Xiaowen stroked the information page on the table with his fingers, and it was only 50 meters away from the residence of the "Qiumingyu" gentleman.

In the camera, the appearance of Mr. Qiumingyu was clearly captured, and he was standing at the crossroads.

But the camera data from the supermarket has also been transferred. Qiumingyu was shopping, and happened to come across it after he came out.

"If he didn't do it, is he still Mr. Qiu's protector?"

"It's not impossible, it looks like that, but..."

In any case, the means are too cruel, not kind.

"Officer Lin, call."

Lin Xiaowen turned his head and saw the operator in the office knock on the door.

"Who?"

Lin Xiaowen walked out to the wiring room, and his expression changed when he heard the voice on the other end of the phone.

The 5-minute phone call was not long, but after Lin Xiaowen hung up, he was silent for half an hour.

"Actually let that... Ms. Xia Nuonuo find the people above and say not to investigate him..."

"Who the hell is 'Tyumenyu'?"

Is this world really about to usher in the era of dark heroes?

When Lin Xiaowen looked dazed, Cheng Jieyi was trying to break Man Zhu's hand and take out his teacup.

"This is my teacup! Don't drink tea from my teacup!"

The silver-haired boy looked confused, and at this moment he couldn't understand what Cheng Jieyi was saying.He put the teacup into his clothes, and lay motionless on the sofa like a dragon holding a treasure.

If you want to take it out, just reach out and get it yourself.

...I promise not to resist.