Little Mr. is one hundred years old

"...4000 million for the second time, 4000 million for the third time! Deal!"

King's face in the audience was terribly gloomy, and the wealthy businessman on the side looked terrified——

This protracted bidding war was finally defeated because they did not carry enough cash... But how did he expect such a thing to happen...

King snapped his fingers, Hunk immediately leaned over, King whispered something in Hunk's ear, and Hunk disappeared quickly.

"Mr. Clarence, this..." the rich businessman said hesitantly.

"Go back." King turned and walked out after finishing.

"Huh?" That's it?The rich businessman realized that he hurriedly led his people to follow.

At this time, Qing Huan on the stage felt the old guy's eyes cast on him, and the sticky feeling made him feel uncomfortable - the old guy looked a little perverted.Qing Huan looked away, but she saw a black figure in the corner of the venue—M? !

He was leaning against the wall, his black clothes almost blended into the shadow, and the people around him seemed unaware of his existence—seeing the corners of his mouth, Qing Huan felt a strange feeling in her heart...

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Being carried into the car, the road was bumpy, and Qing Huan didn't know where she passed and where she went.Fortunately, the effect of the psychedelic needle gradually weakened, the consciousness of the whole person became clearer, and the body gradually gained some strength.

Getting off the car was still being carried, Qing Huan saw the surrounding environment, it was a manor, the manor was cleaned very clean, it should be said to be very clean - but it still gave Qing Huan a strange feeling - yes, everywhere It's all white, the doors, windows, walls, railings and roof are all... white.Staring at it for a long time will irritate the eyes...It's all white, which makes people feel uncomfortable from the bottom of my heart...No, there is another color, and at a glance, a large area of ​​blooming...Veterus iris... Those flowers look like the French national flower iris, but... the color is much redder than ordinary irises, but the smell in the air is indeed iris, that's right... such a large flower, so lush , It should have taken a lot of thought when cultivating.Qing Huan looked at the large expanse of flowers, the sun was shining brightly, but a vague shadow suddenly appeared in front of his eyes... It seemed as if smoke was rising from the flowers, and slowly, slowly, they gathered into a human shape, densely packed ...their eyes were fixed on Qing Huan, coldly...

Qing Huan shivered.

Entering the house, the strange feeling was even worse, as if... There seemed to be a lot of voices communicating in the head, and there were constant echoes, almost exploding—Qing Huan hugged her head and paused, and finally Unable to support himself, he knelt down on the ground. The large irises pattern on the white carpet kept twisting and distorting, making Qing Huan even more dizzy... Someone supported him, and the voice of French conversation came from next to his ear, Qing Huan But I can't take it into account... Consciousness has been withdrawn...

'Ha ha ha ha……'

'Ha ha ha ha……'

'...'

The laughter of teenagers, and the sound of chasing and playing on the floor... Qing Huan opened his eyes, and at some point he was standing on the stairs, and downstairs, several teenagers were playing around - the oldest of them was no more than ten They are six or seven years old, and the youngest looks to be only eleven or twelve years old. They are all teenagers with beautiful eyebrows and eyes, even in the Eastern aesthetics.The skin is very fair, and the occasional freckles only look cute.

At this time, those teenagers noticed Qing Huan, and they all gathered around, two of them came up to hold Qing Huan's hand, saying "play together", and the others also said something to Qing Huan , but Qing Huan can understand only a little, knowing the general meaning is to ask yourself where you come from, what your name is and so on.But they didn't wait for Qing Huan to answer, they laughed and played together again—Qing Huan noticed that there was a blooming iris flower in their jacket pockets, which matched their pretty faces ...

A teenager took out the irises from his pocket and put them into Qing Huan's hands with a smile, and then the others followed suit and put the irises into their hands, and they made faces at Qing Huan together——Qing Huan Holding those irises, I don't know why, those teenagers have already formed a circle hand in hand, Qing Huan stood in the middle and watched them circle around him, and sang some songs, but the lyrics were mixed with "Irises, Butterflies" , kids, big house, old grandpa, playing games"... It was obviously a happy song, and the singer was smiling, but Qing Huan felt her heart was in a panic, and she felt depressed and depressed... …

Suddenly he felt that the flowers in his hand were strange, and when he looked down, those flowers had changed color, the black petals seemed to have been weathered in his hand, and turned into black powder... A black shadow appeared in front of his eyes, Qing Huan I looked up—and saw those teenagers who were surrounding me approaching—their faces were pale, and their blue or green eyeballs seemed to have lost moisture... No, it was the whole person who lost moisture... But I don't know When more and more teenagers gathered in the house, even though they were all skeletons, Qing Huan knew that they were all teenagers of the same age, a dozen, dozens, hundreds, or more... the whole house was full of It's full, it's all... all...

They squeezed over, all holding iris flowers in their hands, as if they were going to give it to Qing Huan, seeing those hands were about to touch her, Qing Huan was shocked——

The sound of water...moisture...no, he seems to be...soaked in water...

Qing Huan came to his senses, he was indeed soaking in water, it should be said that he was in a bathtub, and beside him were two maids in uniform, one of them was applying shampoo to Qing Huan's body, and the other was behind him wiping his back ...

There were still footsteps outside, as if someone was coming and going.

Qing Huan is not used to being naked in front of others, this is still the opposite sex... He raised his hand to refuse their touch, but only then did he raise his hand and realized that the feeling of not being able to exert force was really helpless...

Qing Huan said to the two maids in French: "Please go out, I'll do it myself."

The two maids acted as if they hadn't heard of it, and just concentrated on doing their own things——Qing Huan even wondered if they were deaf-mute.

"Please..." Qing Huan felt something was wrong when he said these two words, out of the corner of his eyes, he caught sight of the black figure gathered in the corner of the bathroom... Seeing that familiar figure, Qing Huan raised his eyebrows.

M, who appeared in the bathroom silently, made a "shh" gesture to Qing Huan. Qing Huan frowned, and then saw the two maids fell limply to the ground without even responding...

"Why are you here?" Qing Huan asked softly.

M squatted in front of Qing Huan, said with a smile, "Hee hee, I'm here to work, and I'll come and see Mr. Bai."

"Work?" Qing Huan asked strangely: "Didn't you say that you want to collect an interesting soul..."

"Hee hee, it's here."

"You mean..." Qing Huan frowned: "Will someone die here today?"

"who is it?"

M's slender fingers brushed the wet hair on Qing Huan's forehead: "The master here."

"It's... him?" Qing Huan thought of that skinny old man, his greedy and muddy eyes were really unforgettable.

"Hee hee, his soul is so filthy that it makes one's heart skip a beat...Of course I won't let such an excellent soul go."

Listening to that wet and sticky voice, Qing Huan remembered what M said that she wanted to swallow her own soul, and it felt like swallowing a fly.

M seemed to see what Qing Huan was thinking, and said with a smile: "Contrary to Mr. Bai's, Mr. Bai's soul is so clean...it's another kind of delicacy..." After finishing speaking, he licked his lips.

Qing Huan rolled her eyes: "Okay, you said he would die, do you want to do it?"

"I'm a night watchman, not a god of death." M glanced at the two maids who were lying limp on the ground, and said with a smile: "Tonight, there will be a good show in this manor, is Mr. Bai going to participate or just watch?" What about the play?"

"What do you mean?"

At this time, the bell rang outside, and the footsteps of those people became more hurried, as if they were preparing for something.

"Did you hear that?" M flicked the water in the bathtub with his hand: "Everyone is waiting for that opportunity."

"What time?"

M leaned into Qing Huan's ear, and whispered, "Kill."

"Kill...who?"

"A man who is extremely dirty, who turned this white manor into a white hell."

Qing Huan didn't understand: "You mean...they want to kill the owner of this manor? But they are just servants..."

"No, it's the victim." M stretched out his hand, picked up a large towel on the side, covered Qing Huan's body, and picked him up from the water: "Seeing what Mr. Bai means, he probably just wants to be a bystander." Bar."

"?"

Qing Huan grabbed M's clothes, only to see that the solid white wall seemed to have turned into a black hole, and then M hugged herself and walked in - Qing Huan glanced back - the two maids had already woken up, they He continued to do what he did just now, but in the bathroom, the one sitting with his head down... turned out to be himself? ! ! ! !