The cinnabar mole that became a god after escaping from death

When the two rushed to the triangle field, five helicopters had already parked in the field, and the law enforcement officials who were going to participate in the world rating competition had all assembled and were waiting to take off.

Pei Chu took the same plane with Qingxing as a matter of course.

Although both demons and human spirits have the ability to take off and fly briefly, it was the first time for Pei Chu to fly in the air for such a long time.

He was very excited, and kept looking out of the window: "Your world is really big..."

Qingxing raised his eyes.

Wu Zhan in the front seat couldn't help laughing when he heard the words: "Aren't you also from the world?"

Pei Chu gave a vague ah, did not answer this question, but asked curiously: "By the way, what is the rating competition Bishop Lance said just now?"

Wu Zhan explained: "Just like evil monsters are divided into five levels from weak to strong to special level, law enforcement officers and purifiers also have levels."

"However, it is different from the classification of evil monsters. Our classification is based on rankings. The Holy Court holds a world rating competition every five years. The top three are special grades, the top ten are first grades, and so on."

Hearing this, Pei Chu immediately turned his head to look at the person beside him, with bright eyes: "What level is the Colonel?"

Qingxing ignored him, but Wu Zhan laughed: "The grading contest is only once every five years. The colonel has just been in the Holy Court for a year, and there is no grade yet. But..."

But whenever he comes to participate in the competition, it must be that the special class did not run.Wu Zhan thought silently.

The island of M state is far away, and it takes three to five hours to get there by helicopter.

At first Pei Chu happily looked at the whiteness outside the window, but then he couldn't hold on anymore and fell sleepily on Qingxing's shoulder.

It wasn't until the helicopter was about to land and the airflow was turbulent that Pei Chu woke up in a daze.

He opened his eyes, sat up straight, turned his head and rubbed his eyes, Qingxing was looking down.

Pei Chu yawned and muttered, "I'm so tired."

The sound of the helicopter landing was buzzing and noisy, Qing Xing's eyes stopped on his side face which was reddened by the epaulets, and looked away.

After taxiing to a complete stop and the hatch opened, Wu Zhan unbuckled his seat belt: "Let's go."

As soon as they left the airport, red-haired and blue-eyed members of the Holy Court in white robes came forward to lead the way, muttering incomprehensible words.

Pei Chu followed behind, looked up and looked around, while listening to Wu Zhan also chatting with him.

I don't know what Wu Zhan mentioned. The red-haired man was a little surprised. He turned his head and looked over. He was taken aback for a moment, and said very respectfully: "#@&#%!"

Only then did he turn around and continue talking with Wu Zhan.

"What are they talking about?" Pei Chu pulled Qing Xing's sleeve and leaned over to ask in a low voice.

Qing Xing's expression remained calm: "I don't know."

Pei Chu then smacked his lips, ignored these things, looked up at the brightly lit, huge and luxurious hotel in front of him, and exclaimed, "It's so big."

Wu Zhan in front finally finished chatting with the redhead, the two of them shook hands, their faces were sideways, and they seemed to say goodbye happily.

Pei Chu noticed that the red hair turned to look at him again with a smile, and tentatively asked Wu Zhan something.

Wu Zhan's face froze, and he glanced at Qing Xing quietly, noticing the other's cold gaze, he quickly bit the bullet and shook his head for Pei Chu to reject him.

The red-haired man was full of regret, and before leaving, he sighed affectionately at Pei Chu ￥&%#&, then turned and left.

Pei Chu was baffled by him: "What did he say?"

Wu Zhan paused, feeling a little toothache: "He wanted to buy you a drink, and asked if you would like to go."

Qingxing narrowed his eyes.

"Drink?" Pei Chu frowned blankly and shook his head, "No, I'm so sleepy."

As he spoke, he yawned again.

Wu Zhan breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Let's go, the Holy Court has already arranged accommodation for us."

The purifier competition and the law enforcement officer competition were held at the same time, so the entire hotel was divided into rooms according to the division of the two contestants.

The purifier's room is up there, Pei Chu lives on the seventeenth floor, Qingxing and the others are on the ninth floor, far away.

"Can I sleep with you?" Pei Chu asked.

Qingxing glanced at him: "No."

Wu Zhan was carrying things, looking at his nose, nose, and heart as if he was deaf.

Pei Chu was a little disappointed, muttered "Okay" and obediently went upstairs with his things.

Before the elevator doors closed, Qing Xing seemed to look back, but turned and left without saying anything.

Wu Zhan glanced at his back, then turned his head in embarrassment and said: "If you have nothing to do, stay in your room and don't go out. We will meet tomorrow morning."

Pei Chu nodded in agreement.

The elevator was empty, walking all the way up, and finally stopped at the seventeenth floor.

Pei Chu carried his bag into the corridor paved with red carpet, took his room card, and looked for his room number as he walked.

"1710..."

The door on the front side opened suddenly, and a person came out, who seemed to have heard his whisper, the other party paused, and looked sideways.

Pei Chu didn't care, and was still looking up his room.

He passed by this person without seeing him, and was about to cross the corner of the corridor when he was suddenly stopped by someone.

The other party hesitated and said something softly, Pei Chu turned to look at him, but didn't understand a word: "Ah?"

When he looked into his eyes, the man was startled suddenly, and asked a little jerky: "Are you from Z state?"

Hearing the familiar language, Pei Chu's eyes lit up and he nodded: "Yes!"

The other party should be a pampered young master, with a white shirt, suspenders and trousers as exquisite as a noble viscount in the European Middle Ages, with blond hair and blue eyes, and a gentle and elegant temperament.

He looked down at Pei Chu's room number, suddenly smiled, and said softly, "Coincidentally, you're next door to me."

"Do you know me?" He tentatively stretched out his hand, "My name is Xin Rui."

Pei Chu groaned, tilted his head to look at his palm, raised his hand to put it on, and scratched: "My name is Pei Chu."

Xin Rui froze for a moment, then quickly stared into his eyes.

Under the dim wall lamp in the corridor, the boy's eyebrows and eyes could not be seen clearly, only a pair of eyes were clear and clean.

Pei Chu had already withdrawn his hand, yawned and rubbed his eyes, and said, "Thank you for leading the way, I'm going to sleep."

Then she waved her hand obediently, turned around and left with her luggage.

When the door next door opened and closed, Xin Rui still stood there.

He frowned, but suddenly heard the attendant behind him whisper: "Master, the Earl wants to contact you."

Xin Rui came back to his senses, hummed, turned and went back to the room.

The opening venue of the competition is scheduled to be on the morning of the next Monday, and the middle period is reserved for the participating members of different states to adjust and rest.

Pei Chu didn't feel jet-lagged, he could sleep soundly anywhere, and when he woke up the next morning, he jumped downstairs to find Qingxing.

The other party seemed to have expected his arrival, and the door opened the second the doorbell rang.

Since it was group rest time now, Qing Xing was not wearing the colonel uniform of the Holy Court, but only casually wore a white shirt.

He should have just taken a shower, his brows and eyes are moist, his hair is a little damp, he still holds a towel in his hand, and his eyes are cold when he squints and looks over.

Pei Chu unabashedly turned his amazed eyes between his brows and eyes, and finally landed on his pale lips, licking the corners of his mouth: "I..."

"Pei Chu? Why are you here?"

The door behind him opened, Wu Zhan blurted out subconsciously, and immediately began to regret it.

He put on a simple T-shirt, showing strong muscles under the cuffs, carrying a backpack and pulling the drawstring awkwardly.

Pei Chu turned his head and blinked: "I'm here to find the colonel."

Wu Zhan was taken aback for a moment, and with an oh sound, his gaze drifted across Qing Xing's face, and he said, "Then what, I'll go out and have a drink, you two talk."

Then he quickly turned around and walked out of the corridor without looking back.

Pei Chu muttered inexplicably, "Why is he walking so fast?"

Qingxing withdrew his gaze and said calmly, "What do you want from me?"

Only then did Pei Chu turn around and look at him, bent his eyes, pulled his wrist and walked into the room: "I miss you!"

His tone was innocent and lively, without any shyness, Qing Xing was quiet for a moment, then turned around and followed him into the room.

The room was full of the smell of Qingxing, Pei Chu liked it very much, rolled on his bed for a long time before lying down on his back, sniffling: "I don't know what, the smell on your body is a little familiar."

Qingxing was letting him have fun on his bed, when he heard this, he lowered his eyes and looked over: "Familiar?"

"Yeah." Pei Chu thought for a while and said vaguely, "It's a bit like... the tree of life?"

In a place he couldn't see, the depths of the colonel's pupils suddenly turned black.