The cinnabar mole that became a god after escaping from death

Xin Rui was attending the Lancaster family meeting with his father when he suddenly received news that Pei Chu had fainted in the room.

Startled, he frowned and stood up, asking in a low voice, "What's going on?!"

The person who reported the letter was also very at a loss: "I don't know, but a guest notified..."

"What's the matter, Xin Rui?" Bishop William at the conference table suddenly asked, with a hint of expectation in his eyes, probing, "Who can make our young master of the Lancaster family so anxious?"

Xin Rui paused, not wanting to talk to the bishop: "It's nothing, it's just that one of my friends has encountered some troubles."

He turned his head and looked at the kind and kind old man in the middle of the conference table, hesitating for a moment: "The Archbishop..."

The old man had white hair and a childlike face with pure eyes. He was wearing a pure dark red robe, but the scepter in his hand was not the same as the snake-headed scepter of the other eight bishops, but a lifelike falcon made of pure gold.

He laughed, nodded gently, and said: "Since the matter of the finals has been discussed and reached a result, let's go."

Xin Rui heaved a sigh of relief, saluted with one hand, then glanced at his father, nodded, turned and left.

"What the hell is going on?"

"It was a law enforcement officer who told this slave..."

Pei Chu sat in the room silently.

He recalled what Qing Xing said just now, someone was going to kill him... So, no wonder there was no one else in that rose illusion, it should be a specially set up killing situation for him.

But who will it be?

The island is already a arena under the protection of the Holy Court, and there should be no safer place than here. Who would dare to risk being hunted down by the bishops to harm themselves?

Pei Chu couldn't figure it out no matter what, so he frowned and sighed.

He decided not to dwell on this matter at all, and after thinking about it again, he realized that Qing Xing's attitude seemed a little vague and strange.

He blinked, and a vague guess suddenly jumped out of his mind like lightning.

Pei Chu's eyes widened from this conjecture, and he was startled.

He was about to jump out of bed when the door suddenly opened.

Pei Chu stopped his movements immediately, and turned his head to stare vigilantly.

Xin Rui was stunned for a moment, and then stepped forward anxiously and asked, "Are you okay? What's going on today?"

Pei Chu looked at him quietly for a while, retracted his feet, and said slowly: "It's nothing, I passed out accidentally."

Xin Rui was startled, knowing in his heart that he couldn't believe himself, and frowned slightly, but thoughtfully didn't ask any further questions, and just said, "Then I'll take you back."

Pei Chu nodded.

He was unusually quiet along the way, but his expression fluctuated from joy to anger.

Xin Rui hesitated for a moment and didn't ask any further questions.

When he was getting on the elevator, Pei Chu seemed to have made a sudden decision. He pressed the ninth floor suddenly, and rushed out as soon as the door opened.

Xin Rui was a little taken aback. After trying to understand his purpose, he was silent for a moment and let the elevators close silently.

Relying on an impulse, Pei Chu rang Qinghang's doorbell.

There was still no response from inside.

Pei Chu raised his face, stared at the closed door, and said loudly, "Colonel, I know you are here, and I will wait until you open the door!"

After finishing speaking, he really stood at the door with a determined look and refused to leave.

After a long time, the door slowly opened.

Pei Chu quickly raised his head.

Qingxing's white shirt was clean and tidy, and he stared at him indifferently: "What's the matter."

Pei Chu looked into his eyes, his heart was beating fast, but he asked, "You like me, don't you?"

The other party was startled, and quickly narrowed his eyes, his eyes were cold: "No."

Then turn around and close the door.

Pei Chuyi was in a hurry, stuck the door, and squeezed into his room without any explanation.

He closed the door, forced Qingxing against the wall at the corner, raised his face, his dark blue eyes were bright and threatening: "You deliberately tortured Andrew, stared at me talking to Xin Rui, rescued me so timely, and said you Dislike me?"

After blatantly pressing the question, he caught a crack in the opponent's eyes.

Pei Chu looked at him: "Admit it, Colonel, you must like me."

Under the dim wall lamp in the room, the other party's downcast gaze seemed to be splashed with ink, turbulent and turbulent, without saying a word.

After confirming that his guess was correct, Pei Chu was not as happy as he imagined, and his mood was erratic.

After a long while, he came back to his senses and took two steps back to let go of Qingxing's restraint.

He hesitated and was about to speak, but when he raised his head and looked into the other's eyes, he suddenly froze.

Qing Xing was staring at him silently, and there was undisguised tyranny and hostility in his cold and heartless eyes, thick and rolling.

"...so what?" he asked softly.

Pei Chu was stunned, subconsciously took half a step back, and leaned his back against the wall: "What?"

Qing Xing seemed to be laughing, but his eyes became more gloomy, he stared down at him, and said slowly: "I like you, then what?"

At this moment, he became very strange, and Pei Chu was stunned: "Colonel? What's wrong with you?"

Qing Xing stared at him almost fiercely, raised his hand and clasped his wrist involuntarily, and leaned against the wall.

The other hand held Pei Chu's chin, condescendingly, and slowly lowered his head.

Pei Chu was forced to raise his face. He was a little flustered, and pushed back desperately in repulsion.

Qing Xing lowered his eyes, his eyes were cold, unmoved, instead he got closer.

Breathing slowly close, as if to kiss him.

But for some reason, at this moment, Pei Chu just wanted to escape desperately.

He was short of breath, his clear eyes were filled with confusion and confusion, and his breath was warm in front of his face, and he shouted: "...Colonel!"

Qing Xing felt the struggle under his body, seemed to twitch the corner of his mouth, looked at him, and mocked in a low voice: "Why, you didn't make a fuss about getting close to me before, but now you're back on your word?"

When he spoke, he didn't keep the distance away, his lips were hot and soft, but Pei Chu's heart felt cold.

He breathed unevenly and gasped: "...you let me go."

But Qing Xing turned a deaf ear to it, like playing tricks, rubbed his lips against him, as if away from him.

She looked like a lover, but the gaze she looked down on was as cold as an enemy.

Pei Chu struggled desperately to no avail. In a hurry, he turned his head and bit him hard on the wrist.

The teeth were sharp, and the sweet smell of blood immediately filled the mouth.

Qing Xing didn't dodge at all, as if he couldn't feel the pain, he just looked down at the bright red overflowing from the corner of his mouth, his eyes gradually filled with blood.

He gradually increased the strength in his hands, tightly tied the person in his arms, forcing the person to let go, and had to raise his face while panting.

Pei Chu was forced to stare at him with wet eyes, and bared his teeth vigilantly: "... Let go!"

Qingxing enjoyed his struggle very much.

With calm eyes, he looked down for a while, and suddenly raised one of the fingers pinching Pei Chu's chin, and gently covered his lips, rubbing them gently.

While Pei Chu was stunned, his lips and teeth were suddenly separated, and then, cold fingertips pressed his teeth slowly but involuntarily.

Qingxing watched silently, the undercurrent in his eyes became more and more intense.

It was only when Pei Chu was entangled in the cold that he came back to his senses, bit his finger angrily, and raised his eyes to threaten him silently.

The other party was unmoved, as if he didn't feel the slightest pain.

Pei Chu was so angry that he had no choice but to kick and kick, trying to separate people.

However, just as he raised his left foot halfway, Qingxing directly approached with his legs wrongly, and pressed the whole body of the man into his arms... This action fits everywhere.

It wasn't until this moment that Pei Chu suddenly and strongly felt a strange feeling coming from somewhere.

He froze for a moment, raised his head suddenly and stared into Qing Xing's eyes, and was about to speak in disbelief, but his voice was suppressed directly.

The strangeness on her lips and body was exactly the same, Pei Chu finally realized: ...So it turns out that Qing Xing likes me.

As soon as Pei Chu's movements stopped, he was at a loss, but why did he bully others like this?

This kiss was not intimate, the bloody smell that blended between the lips and teeth permeated the breath, revealing a turbulent hostility.

Qing Xing forcibly clamped his hands with hatred, almost crushing his wrist bones.

Feeling his emotions, Pei Chu began to struggle more desperately, but his breathing was getting deeper and deeper.

When released, he almost had to lean against the wall to get his footing.

Panting for breath, the corners of his eyes were moist, he stared blankly at the person in front of him, his gaze was dull: "...why?"

He asked this question endlessly, but both of them seemed to know what it meant.

Qing Xing still stared at him with lowered eyes, the redness in his eyes flickered on and off, as if he was struggling, and finally completely melted into the black color.

He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his eyes had gradually turned cold.

Under the dim wall lamp, Pei Chu's eyelashes seemed to be covered with fog.

Qingxing let him go calmly, took out a tissue and wiped his fingers, looked away, and said in a ruthless voice, "Go back."

Pei Chu was silent for a moment, rubbed his eyes hastily, turned and slammed the door.