Ding'an District.

Night reigns over the area.

The door to Teng'an's bookstore has been closed.

The windows are open, the wind blows in, and the wind chimes sound crisply, drifting out far away in this night.

Behind the screen compartment, two men were seated.

A man dressed in a dark red Tang suit, embroidered with gold patterns and auspicious clouds, leaned on the sofa, erlang's legs were erected, holding a cat with no spirit in his arms, and touched its head for a while.

He has a handsome appearance and a quiet temperament, like an immortal who does not know the love of the world.

The one sitting opposite was dressed without eye-catching, and his appearance was also very ordinary, about seven or eight meters tall, wheat complexion, wearing a short-sleeved pair of trousers, a black jacket on his arm, a rough appearance, and a faint scar at the corner of his eye.

"It's time to go back, can't you let go of these experiments?" The man spoke, his voice hoarse.

"It's so funny, Kyle, you know, he's the only one who got out from under me." The man holding the cat chuckled under his breath.

The breeze of the moon is faintly revealing a bit of prohibitive beauty.

He's a little too perfect, too perfect to be true.

Kyle sat across from him, not knowing how to speak, and looked at him, his palms drenched in a cold sweat.

Finally, he pondered and spoke: "But Ji ...... Raul's side, I can't explain. ”

The person who touched the cat stopped, lifted his eyes and glanced at him, in the light amber eyes, there was a subtle green light around him, and when he squinted slightly, the covered eyes were slightly exposed, and the coldness spread, and Kyle on the other side didn't dare to move anymore, only looked at him hard.

"Nervous about what?" He smiled softly, and his hand slowly locked the throat of the cat in his arms, and slowly tightened, and gradually the cat in his arms showed its sharp teeth because he couldn't breathe.

He lowered his eyes and tilted his head slightly: "Got it, go back and tell Raul that it's better to have a better experiment for me, otherwise ......"

The man clasped the cat's neck, lifted it with one hand, held it up in the light, and said lightly in a gossipy voice: "I don't let go of the idlers." ”

Kyle's back was already wet with cold, and he nodded, his voice trembling slightly: "Clear, understood......"

"Go back, poor man." He withdrew his hand, took the dying cat into his arms again, stretched out his hand and rubbed it, and the pity in his eyes spread, as if he was the high fairy again.

The person on the other side nodded, stood up and left.

"That's right." He suddenly spoke, and Kyle's footsteps immediately stopped, only to hear the man say things in the most indifferent tone.

"Kyle remembers, help me feed my little darling."

"Good ......" Kyle's eyes were gray, and his hand hanging at his side tightened, and he answered him, and hurried away.

The people are gone, and there are only one person and one cat left in this bookstore.

He stared at the empty place, the corners of his lips raised slightly, and carried the cat into the back room, and when he came out again, there was a little blood on the placket, and his pupils were uncovered, revealing his original color, a faint green.

A limping cat was followed closely at his feet.

"Since you're leaving, let's give me some gifts, don't live up to my kindness......," Ji said softly, unpacking her clothes slowly.

One by one, the buttons, the blood-stained clothes, were thrown aside.

Nobody cares.