Become the contract spirit of the villain

Jun Mingyue looked at Qin Shujue calmly.

He didn't answer his question, but instead asked, "What do you want me to mean?"

He stood there, like a painting, looking at the world with gentle eyes, where everyone can be seen, and only everyone can be seen.

That tenderness will have no preference and no exceptions.

All along, Jun Mingyue has always been like this, he treats people gently but as if they are far away from him.

His words clearly showed that he was refusing.

Qin Shujue opened his mouth, but was speechless.

He also knew that his question was very abrupt.

The two had known each other for a very short time, and he had even just understood his intentions just now.

It would be hard for anyone to believe his hints, and even have doubts about his feelings.

"I'm sorry, I didn't think about it well. I won't bring this up again in the future." Qin Shujue showed a very shallow smile, "Let's go and prepare for the banquet the day after tomorrow."

Jun Mingyue looked at him quietly for a while, then turned his head and avoided his sight and said, "I know what you're thinking, but..." He paused, "Some things, I can't help myself, I have already done something to the future. Choose."

In less than three months, he will return to Bai Yue's body and live as a cat.

In this world, it is very difficult to contract a spirit to transform into a human form. None of his exercises can work, and he does not know how long it will take to transform into a human form.

It is also possible that he could not transform into a human form for the rest of his life, and finally died with Qin Shujue in the form of a cat.

How can he be in the mood to talk about Fengyue like this?

For Jun Mingyue, the impossible will not give people any hope.

That was too cruel.

So he rejected Qin Shujue firmly and tactfully from the very beginning.

The two of them did not stay in this room for too long.

But after explaining clearly, they resumed the way of getting along like before. During this period, Qin Shujue even told Jun Mingyue about his childhood.

He said this day of every month is a lucky day.

His mother would surprise him with all kinds of weird gifts.

Every year on his birthday, his mother will draw a portrait of him, recording his growth.

Jun Mingyue looked at the paintings Qin Shujue pointed to.

Every brushstroke in the painting is delicate and gentle, exhausting all the effort, including a mother's love for her child.

But there were only seven paintings, and then it stopped abruptly.

There are still a few irregular reddish-brown dark marks on the seventh painting.

When Qin Shujue said this, his warm voice changed, full of chills, "on my seventh birthday, she left."

A moment ago, his mother smiled softly and gave him the painting, but when he was out of the house, when he came back, he saw his mother beside the painting looking very angry.

The blood on the woman's body was mottled, and the red corners of her lips could not be stopped.

He knew that his mother's illness had relapsed.

And none of the servants who took care of her were there.

The always gentle woman looked ferocious, and said to the young Qin Shujue: "Xiao Jue, promise me that everyone in the Qin family must die!"

The young boy hugged the body that was getting colder, and shed tears drop by drop.

If he doesn't hang out, his mother is taken care of and she won't die.

"Okay, don't say any more." Jun Mingyue suddenly went over and grabbed Qin Shujue's tightly clenched hand.

He spread out the man's palm, and there were already traces of blood on it.

Qin Shujue's nails are not long, they are trimmed round and smooth, it can be seen how much force was used to create such an effect.

Jun Mingyue's eyelashes moved slightly, covering up the emotions that surged up in an instant.

"Those are in the past." He tore off a piece of cloth from his shirt and simply wrapped it for Qin Shujue, "You have fulfilled her request, you don't need to blame yourself, and you don't need to immerse yourself in the past."

He turned his head to look at the portrait, and his voice suddenly softened a lot, "She has been watching you by your side, and she hopes that you have a bright future and a smooth sailing in the future."

Beside the photo that Qin Shujue couldn't see, there was a transparent light spot floating.

Jun Mingyue knew that it was the last trace of human consciousness before entering reincarnation.

It will linger beside the person whom he cares most about and cannot let go of, and will always accompany him silently.

The greatest love in the world is the love of a mother for her child.

He suddenly grabbed Qin Shujue's uninjured hand and walked towards the photo.

Under Qin Shujue's surprised gaze, he pressed his hand to a corner of the photo.

That's where the point of light is.

"She loves you very much." Jun Mingyue said.

He watched the light spot merge with Qin Shujue's fingertips, and said, "You have to live with her expectations."

Qin Shujue found that his fingertips were clearly touching the cold glass, but he felt the warmth that penetrated into his soul in an instant.

It felt like the memory buried in the deepest part was suddenly awakened.

He looked up at Jun Mingyue: "You..."

He wanted to say something, but he didn't know how to say it.

He seemed to have discovered something that the youth had been hiding all along.

Jun Mingyue shook his head, and interrupted with a smile, "I suddenly remembered that there was alcohol and bandages at home, let's go and bandage them first."

When he was injured before, he was used to just wrapping it with a spell to stop the bleeding. He almost forgot that people here are very fragile, and they will be infected if they are not careful.

He immediately pulled people away from the room in a hurry.

In order not to hurt Qin Shujue again, he took out the key from Qin Shujue's pocket and locked the door himself.

Behind him, Qin Shujue quietly watched his series of actions.

They didn't mention any cross-border words just now, and even the distance between them is the same as before.

Jun Mingyue will still care about him, and still observe meticulously and considerately.

Qin Shujue took two steps back and looked at the person in front of the door seriously.

His calm, paranoid eyes betrayed his thoughts.

Let him give up?impossible!

What Yan Xiuyu said was correct.

Men have no resistance to showing weakness and being soft.

Qin Shujue looked at her hand which was simply wrapped in two layers of cloth, and slowly smiled.

With a three-month contract, he won't lose!

The melodious music surrounds the resplendent hall, and the men and women passing by all have standard smiles.

They occasionally raised their glasses to each other and talked about orders in units of hundreds of thousands, millions, and even hundreds of millions. Their lips touched up and down, and the output was wealth that ordinary people would not be able to earn in their entire lives.

Everyone here is drawn out as a figure in various financial reports, and their social status is only higher, not the highest.

It's just that in this dazzling hall, in an inconspicuous dark place, a woman in a simple white dress squatted down secretly to adjust her shoes while no one else was paying attention.

Jiang Meng bit her lip, scolding Qin Yan countless times in her heart.

She is not used to wearing high heels at all, socializing here is simply torturing her!

But Qin Yan didn't listen to her resistance, and took her directly to a store, bought a dress and a pair of crystal shoes.

Jiang Meng almost pointed at Qin Yan's nose and scolded him for being crazy!

This man really has watched too many novels and TV shows, and he has a problem with his mind.

What is a crystal shoe? It is every woman's dream, and he is fulfilling her dream?

If she likes to wear it, then she will indeed be overjoyed, and her affection for Qin Yan will increase.

But the problem is, she really doesn't like wearing high heels!

Jiang Meng was speechless to a self-righteous man like Qin Yan.

She bent one leg again to ease the discomfort under her foot.

It's just that she didn't adjust well this time, and the other leg couldn't bear it. She tilted her body and almost fell down.

Jiang Meng closed her eyes nervously, thinking to herself, this time I have lost my adulthood.

But the expected fall did not come, and her leaning body was held up by a warm hand.

The fresh smell surrounded her, making Jiang Meng feel like he was in a dream.

She opened her eyes and looked at the person who was supporting her in a daze.

The man had rare amber eyes, flowing black hair, and a faint smile in his eyes.

"Girl, are you okay?"

Jiang Meng thought dazedly, it was the first time she saw such a good-looking person at such an age, and her voice was also nice.

"She's fine." Another man came from behind the young man.

He directly took the young man's hand that supported Jiang Meng, with a cold expression, and pulled him away.

I don't know if it's Jiang Meng's illusion.

She seemed to see that the man should have glared at her before he left, and he gave her a familiar feeling.

Jiang Meng watched the black and white figure walk away, and pressed his heart to beat.

She suddenly looked forward to this extravagant banquet.

Will they meet again?

When Qin Yan came back, he saw the woman he was looking for was in a daze.

He thought Jiang Meng was bored, so he said to her, "I brought you here to let you meet my brother."

"We'll go when we see him."

Jiang Meng regained consciousness when she heard the words, she looked at him, and suddenly found that the man in black who walked past just now looked very similar to Qin Yan.

"Why do we want to see him?" she asked.

"Because his contract spirit is weak but he has never thought of treating it, I can't understand how he treats his contract spirit." Qin Yan said angrily, "I want to use your ability to help me get his contract spirit. I have already found the best spiritual doctor, and it will be cured soon."

The ability of Jiang Meng's contract spirit is to track and hide.

She thought about it, but didn't agree directly, "The contract spirit is so important to us, will your brother really ignore it?"

That's a relationship of life and death. Isn't his brother afraid of death?

"And it's illegal for us to steal other people's contract spirits!"

Qin Yan smiled wryly: "My brother has a mental illness and doesn't want to live in this world at all. If my father hadn't asked him to help run the company before he left, he might have gone with him." He sighed and said, "I don't want He has fallen so badly, so can Mengmeng help me?"

Seeing his sincerity, Jiang Meng thought for a long time, and finally agreed: "Okay, let me try. If his contract spirit is too powerful, the results I found may not be correct."

Qin Yan said, "How could it be? I believe in your ability."

He smiled ironically.

Qin Shujue's contract spirit was very weak from birth and couldn't speak, how could it be stronger than Jiang Meng's contract spirit?