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A loud bang!

The assailant magician was kicked hard by Lin Qingyang, hit his stomach, and flinched in pain. He looked at Lin Qingyang, and seemed to be a little unbelievable. The colorful wig rolled down from the top of his head and fell to the ground, revealing black hair.

Immediately afterwards, a hand stretched out from behind, clasped his head with five fingers, and swung it vigorously!

Boom!

Fragments with powder fell from the wall, and smoke and dust rose up, completely burying him inside!

The guests at the scene had already scattered like frightened birds, screaming loudly and hiding in the corners. The patrolling bodyguards rushed over when they heard the movement, but the magician, like his profession, seemed to be in the blink of an eye Disappeared in place, disappeared without a trace.

Lin Qingyang clutched his injured arm, gasped a few times in pain, some unconcealable blood faintly leaked from between his fingers, and flowed down along the seam of the sleeve in a meandering way, dripping a small red flower on the ground. flowers.

Philip was in a daze for a moment, thinking of his sister who had passed away for many years, he pulled himself together and called the doctor. The voice was so loud that the whole cruise ship could hear: "Yes! Hurry down to the lobby! Joe is injured!!!"

"Ask Lyle to search all the places! Yes, it's the magician with paint on his face, the person brought by the circus, you bring their person in charge!"

Louis quickly gave Lin Qingyang first aid to stop the bleeding, and when the doctor crawled and ran down from the top, he sat on the small sofa in the lounge next to him, his face pale.

Lin Qingyang sighed, and smiled: "It's the first time I've been stabbed with a knife, and it feels a bit fresh."

After speaking, no one picked up.He had no choice but to look at the reactions of the people around him with a guilty conscience, and finally lowered his head to look at his raised toes.

Philip was still on the phone to deal with emergencies at the party and ruled out suspicious persons. It was obvious that his hands were shaking, and his eyes didn't dare to look at him at all;

Louis was standing by the side guarding the door, his gray-green pupils seemed to turn dark green for a moment, and then quickly returned to their original state, but the smile he had always had on his face was gone, and his face was a little scary;

Let alone the doctor, he stayed on the second floor and waited for orders. As a result, the young master was injured right under his nose, and he almost gave himself a blow on the head.

Louis said expressionlessly, "How many times do you want to be stabbed with a knife?"

His aura surged out like a flood, Lin Qingyang didn't feel anything, but the doctor shivered and silently turned his back to him.

Philip immediately turned his head and gave him a warning look: "Louis, take back your old trick. That's Joe, not the beast under your hands."

"...I'm sorry," the butler raised his hand and covered his eyes, a grey-green light of struggle revealed between his fingers, "It's my fault, I clearly promised it. But I didn't react."

Lin Qingyang's attention had already been drawn to their conversation, looking at the reactions of the people around him, Louis was not what he is now - he was really curious, even the pain in his arm seemed to have become insignificant.

He poked his head over and opened his eyes wide: "It's not Louis' fault, no one will pay attention to him. So what is the beast under his hand? Is it a metaphor?"

Louis put down his hands and walked over, and was caught by the young master's intact hand. When Lin Qingyang raised his head and looked up, his pupils looked bigger and rounder, and his eyes showed a beautiful blue color.

The butler directly knelt down and held the injured little prince's wrist, seeing his pale complexion.

The distress that surged up from the depths almost overwhelmed him, Louis turned his eyes away and didn't continue to look.

"It's just something about my youth," he said casually.

Lin Qingyang complained: "You are obviously not old now."

Seeing that Lin Qingyang looked tired, Philip endured the feeling of tearing up the assassin, and asked the doctor to treat the wound quickly: "Joe rest here first, I will go outside to deal with the scene."

He quickly pushed the wheelchair and walked out, took out his mobile phone from his pocket to make a call, and after calling one after another, he was still dialing a new phone number until he went out. The whole cruise ship was awakened by this accident, and countless people were on standby. The personnel acted, baring their fangs to the lurkers hiding in the shadows.

Mr. Fitzgerald's face was tired, his forced composure was completely torn off,

The young master's arm was wrapped into a thick strip of white gauze, and he sat on the wheelchair that Louis specially rolled out for him, and whispered: "It's not that my leg is injured, why do I still need to sit in a wheelchair."

"Of course it's for the convenience of the young master," Louis said with a smile as if returning to his usual state, "Or does the young master want me to hug him?"

Lin Qingyang was startled, and shrank back, while Louis had already reached under his waist and knees, but the force was extremely light, as if he was touching a piece of precious porcelain, and he tried his best to control himself.

There is an ocean in his heart, and there is a lonely island in the ocean. Countless, countless waves are surging up along with the violently turbulent depths of the seabed, wet and submerged the edge of the island.

But he didn't touch it, Lin Qingyang put down his leg, and Louis was caught off guard again, his hand was pressed under the bend of his leg, and it felt warm to the touch, which was the real, vigorous body temperature of a young man, extending from the palm to the wrist.

Lin Qingyang looked at him seriously, Louis leaned over, and the master and servant looked at each other for a long time, he could even see his own small reflection in Louis' pupils, as if completely enveloping himself.

Suddenly, he stretched out his hand to grab Louis' tie, and pulled it down unceremoniously. Louis was easily pulled closer, and the two moved closer, their foreheads touched, and even the figure in the pupils also enlarged. It seems like it will be filled in no time, and it will overflow.

"Louis, are you feeling guilty?"

Lin Qingyang's ears were a little red, but he still straightened his back solemnly.

"It's a choice I made myself,"

The little prince paused every word, biting the words seriously, "Whether it is to rush forward, block the knife or get injured, it is my own choice. I have never regretted it, and I will never regret it."

"You promised to protect me. But in fact, I can protect myself. It's not that I haven't fought, or been injured, and I'm not so vulnerable."

He laughed: "So, you just take care of other things. Sir, I know I'm strong, and you just have to believe in me."

Louie heard the slow crumbling of lonely islands in the ocean, swallowed by the waves.

……

Wyatt couldn't believe it, just in the time it took to eat a steak, Lin Qingyang changed from a lively boy to a listless one sitting in a wheelchair, with one arm wrapped in bandages, Tied a nice knot.

"You, you, you—" He couldn't finish his words in shock.

The other two friends were not too different, they seemed to see a handsome guy who only needed to go out to take out the trash, and then turned into a beautiful woman when he came back. He was dumbfounded and circled around Lin Qingyang, not daring to move easily.

Lin Qingyang rubbed her chin in embarrassment, and glanced at Louis. Unfortunately, the housekeeper didn't know if he was frightened by his words, and his expression was inexplicable, and he seemed a bit unprovoked.

He didn't know how to describe the facts. After all, Philip was already trying his best to suppress the matter, so he could only say: "There was an accident just now, and I accidentally hurt my arm. It's really fine, take care of it, and it will be fine in a while of,"

"Does Mr. Fitzgerald know?"

"Of course. But he's busy now, so it's best not to disturb him lightly."

Louis pushed Lin Qingyang into the room, Wyatt closed the door and sat opposite Lin Qingyang.

The doctor came here again worriedly, checked Lin Qingyang's injury, and said that the wound is in good condition now, and after the cruise ship docks tomorrow morning, he will go to the hospital to take a film and have a good look at it.

Now you have to rest well, so that the wound will heal quickly.

When the doctor quietly closed the door and left, Wyatt rested his chin on one hand and rested his elbow on his knee.He frowned and said, "Joe, your face is as pale as a ghost. Go to bed and rest quickly, don't be brave."

"I obviously just got out of bed not long ago today."

Lin Qingyang complained dissatisfiedly, was pushed into the inner bedroom by Louis, and went through the situation of forcibly hugging his knees and hugging him to the bed. Considering his arm was injured, the young master resisted not rolling directly into the quilt, and immediately pulled him over as soon as he touched the bed. The quilt covers the face.

He said in a low voice: "Why do you want to come to the bed again?"

The slender butler drew the curtain halfway to block the outside scene.

He took off his white gloves and sat beside Lin Qingyang's bed. Lin Qingyang obviously felt that the mattress was sunken. Someone sat up and put the back of his hand on his forehead, probably a little worried.

Lin Qingyang became obsessed for a moment, rubbed the back of his hand obediently, and said gently: "There is no infection, no fever, and Louis's first aid is very good. Did Louis learn this specifically? The techniques are very skilled."

"I used to get injured often," Louis said in a low voice, "so I will be more proficient."

Injured often? !

What did Louie do before?Could it be something very dangerous...?

Lin Qingyang was a little ready to move, but seeing Louis' complexion was not very good, she still forcibly suppressed the cat's paw that was flopping and scratching in her heart, and reached out to her housekeeper: "I don't want to sleep now, I want to play something else."

The young master smiled and went online with his mobile phone in his hands. Louis exited the bedroom and closed the door thoughtfully and gently.

Wyatt, who was sitting on the sofa, saw movement here, jumped up as if on a spring, and rushed to this side: "How is Joe!"

"Master is fine."

Wyatt let out an "oh", and wanted to turn the doorknob to go in and have a chat with his friend alone, but Louis stopped him and gave him a warning look.

"Master needs to rest." The butler narrowed his eyes, with a smile that was not a smile. Wyatt was looked at by him like this, and recalled the eyes that seemed to stagnate even the air before, and he was almost speechless.

"I just went in to see him!" By the way, chatting or something.

But he didn't say the latter sentence, because the butler suddenly changed his aura and became a complete stranger, a strange superior. Dig out without leaving a trace.

"No." Louis is still the same answer.

Wyatt angrily roared angrily in a low voice: "Joe is my friend! Why can't I go in and see him?! He is not the real young master. He said that he will leave in three months!"

Unexpectedly, Mr. Wilfried spoke in a voice he had never heard before.

"He won't leave," he was very sure, "and, he is the young master of Fitz Manor."

The author has something to say: The author in the manuscript box poked his head out quietly, does Kangkang have any little angels to take care of me?

When writing this chapter, I suddenly remembered the song I heard a long time ago. I recommend "The Knight and the King", sung by the young Shuang, which is available on 5sing

He is a distant star and a lonely traveler in the wilderness

And he followed step by step and held on to love and loyalty

Wearing armor and stepping on the ashes of the dead body to offer red heart

With thousands of stars in my eyes

Falling in just one glance

Ahhhhhhh I also want to write a short story about the calm king and his loyal knights!

But this article is not enough, Yang Yang is too young and too soft, he is still a prince 23333