Become the contract spirit of the villain

After watching Lu Bai put Luo Youyou in place, Qin Shujue always had a lingering uneasiness in his heart.

It has been like this since coming back.

He was irritable and couldn't find the reason, so he finally decided to leave the hotel and planned to go for a walk on the road to relax.

When he spends a lot of time alone, he can't help but think about his time with the white cat, or his unilateral daily life.

His spirit was congenitally incomplete due to a contract accident, and he couldn't open his eyes, walk, or speak from the very beginning.

This is undoubtedly the object of being abandoned for a family like the Qin family who regards the spirit of contract as the top priority.

But no one knows what he saw when he signed the contract.

Because that moment came from a tremor in his heart, he never gave up his spirit.

It is because of the contract spirit that he can fall asleep time and time again, which makes him feel dependent on Bai Yue.

The vague shadow in the dream also gave him an emotion called anticipation.

He was looking forward to his first meeting with Bai Yue.

Qin Shujue walked aimlessly.

He chose places with a lot of people.

Ever since he became the head of the Qin family, many people followed him openly and secretly, some to protect him, and some to take his life.

Walking in crowded places, those people will have scruples and will not act openly in front of ordinary people.

This time he came to Jinzhou in person on a whim, but it was related to his contract spirit, so he was worried about other people.

Because he came out in a hurry, there were not many people with him.

After seeing a contract spirit disguised as an ordinary butterfly flying past him, Qin Shujue knew that things were not easy.

Those people are going to make a move!

His fingers brushed the corner of the clothes where the butterfly had stayed, his footsteps remained unchanged, only his eyes narrowed slightly to observe the surroundings carefully, secretly vigilant.

The butterfly didn't land somewhere as he expected, but passed by a certain place and flew away again.

Afterwards, a flower pot from a family above his head suddenly fell down.

The flower pot seemed to be controlled by someone, passed through the fence, and threw it directly in Qin Shujue's direction.

Qin Shujue had already prepared to dodge, but before he moved, someone took him away from the place before him.

Qin Shujue raised his eyes in astonishment.

He hasn't been hugged since his mother died.

But this person gave him a very familiar and warm feeling, which made him unconsciously want to get closer.

He resisted the thought of going further, and the fingers under his cuffs couldn't help tightening, trying his best to control the emotions that surged in his heart at that moment.

It's just that after seeing the person holding him clearly, even a person like Qin Shujue, who has seen too many handsome men and beautiful women, can't help but be amazed by him.

The young man's eyebrows and eyes are gentle and elegant, like the son of an ancient aristocratic family, breaking into this world with the fragrance of books and ink.

A few strands of the distinctive long black hair stuck to his fair ears and neck, hanging on his chest. From Qin Shujue's posture, it can be clearly seen that the young man's hair is of excellent quality, and it seems that he can smell it. A faint fragrance.

For no reason, Qin Shujue thought of the poems he read when he was a child.

But all the beautiful verses are not enough to interpret the temperament of youth, like the gentle wind, like the rain that moistens things, and like the fog that can't be grasped.

Only the care and worry in the young man's eyes broke through the ethereal thread, as if he had fallen into his world.

The fallen flower pots attracted the attention of many people, and the whispers around them gradually grew louder.

Qin Shujue suddenly woke up, and immediately took a step back, "Thank you for saving me just now."

As the distance between the two of them widened, the almost uncontrollable thoughts in Qin Shujue's heart disappeared.

"Little Junjun, this is your...Huh?" Hui Jiu walked from behind Jun Mingyue, and with his ability, he could naturally see the connection between Jun Mingyue and Qin Shujue.

Obviously, the person Jun Mingyue just rescued was his contractor.

But before Hui Jiu could say hello to anyone, he was dragged away by Jun Mingyue.

After walking a few steps, Hui Jiu saw that Jun Mingyue didn't seem to want to have anything to do with his contractor.He couldn't help asking: "Little Junjun, are you arguing?"

"No, he doesn't know me."

"what?"

Hui Jiu really didn't understand this time.

How can there be a contractor who doesn't know his own contract spirit?

"Are you joking?" Hui Jiu still didn't believe it.

Jun Mingyue stopped, and said to the boy seriously: "It's not a joke, he really doesn't know me."

He still doesn't want Qin Shujue to know what he looks like.

He wants to follow the rules of this world and continue to be his "pet cat".

Jun Mingyue shared his thoughts with Hui Jiu.

After hearing this, Hui Jiu looked at Jun Mingyue as if he was looking at a cherished animal, "But in our world, contracted spirits can also become humans!"

Jun Mingyue was stunned: "...Ah, is that so?"

It didn't seem to be mentioned in the book he read.

Ejiu nodded, and introduced him eloquently: "Yes, only extremely rare and powerful spirits can become humans, and a spirit like me can be regarded as one of them. And my picture scroll records many people who have become humans. His contract spirit, like that old fellow Jiang Qi I told you about, his contract spirit, the seven-color python, can transform people."

The appearance of Huijiu couldn't help but remind Jun Mingyue of those elders who taught in the sect, and he couldn't help laughing.

"When you told me just now that you were just a cat, I really couldn't believe it." The young man couldn't help but marvel, "The more ordinary the spirit, the purer the blood can take form. You have to be an ancient cat." Only the blood of a civet can turn into a human!"

"Your contractor is really amazing!"

The aptitude of the contract spirit is also related to the contractor, and Hui Jiu suddenly became curious about the contractor of Jun Mingyue, whom he only met once.

Jun Mingyue didn't know what the ancient civet he was talking about, but he knew clearly that his incarnation had nothing to do with the white cat's blood.

In fact, he is not an incarnation, but a soul out of his body.

But with the acceptance level of this world, if he said it, he might scare people.

Jun Mingyue chose to remain silent.

He took Hui Jiu to play until the sunset, and he repeatedly promised that he would often take Hui Jiu out to play in the future, and then put him in the glass beads under the reluctant eyes of the young man, and returned to the hotel where Qin Shujue and the others were staying.

He turned into an illusory spirit and floated into the white cat's body where no one could see.

Qin Shujue, who was having a remote meeting, looked in the direction of the treatment cabin for a moment.

The uneasiness in Qin Shujue's heart was wiped away. He took the pen and turned it around, and said lightly: "Find out who did what happened in the afternoon, and deal with it directly."

He was about to turn off the computer when a man on the other side of the screen spoke.

"Sir, I just received news that someone visited Jiang's house today and took something from there."

Qin Shujue narrowed his eyes, his eyes as black as an abyss were cold, and a wordless coercion radiated from him.

Several people lowered their heads, not daring to speak.

After a while, Qin Shujue sneered: "Oh? I was preempted by someone?"

He asked, "Who is that person?"

The man who spoke didn't say anything, and directly packaged and sent all the materials to Qin Shujue's mailbox.

Looking at the back of the familiar long hair, Qin Shujue let out a low laugh, and a gleam of beauty instantly appeared on his indifferent face.

But that magnetic and pleasant voice couldn't hide the coldness in it.

"Within three days, I want him to appear in front of me."

Jun Ming, who was watching everything, shrank his paws.

He pressed the glass ball hidden under his paw, weighed in his mind for two seconds, and finally chose to be a sleeping cat who didn't know anything.