Yinsheng took the note, glanced at it casually and put it away, his voice was gentle but slightly cool, "Don't worry, Dean, I will go to see it for you." ”

"I hope that kid doesn't hate me."

After Dean Zhang said this, he turned around and left with a cane.

Leaving the welfare home, Yinsheng took a taxi according to the ground on paper.

The address was an apartment, located on the outskirts of the city. It was also two hours by taxi, and it was already three o'clock in the afternoon.

Yinsheng looked at the old apartment in front of him, and in such a remote place, there was only this apartment.

The apartment is two-storey, with a large forest at the back, and a vegetable garden fenced with bamboo strips on either side. But now it is overgrown with weeds, and even the road that used to be is covered.

The whole apartment feels dull and doesn't look like it's inhabited.

Yinsheng looked around, climbed in from the direction where there were few weeds, and knocked on the door.

Knock one by one

As the minutes ticked by, there was no sound in the door.

Yinsheng knocked for a while, and after making sure that the people inside would not open the door, he went around to the back and climbed through the window.

As soon as his feet hit the ground, his neck was pressed against something cold.

"Don't move!"

A hoarse, dark voice came from behind him.

Yinsheng raised his foot and kicked back, pulling the hand holding the knife and flipping it, pushing the man against the wall behind him.

The man was a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy with hair that was so long that it covered his eyes. Under the high bridge of the nose, there is a thin pale pink lip, and the skin is white and somewhat transparent, but it is still delicate like a beautiful boy in a comic.

The boy was wearing a washed and worn wide T-shirt, which slipped to his shoulders because of the fight just now, and the boy's delicate collarbones and snow-white skin were instantly exposed to the air.

The knife fell to the ground with a clatter, and the young man looked at Yinsheng gloomily, "Who are you?" ”

Yinsheng reached out and stroked the smooth and delicate skin of the young man, his eyebrows and eyes were gentle and a little weird, "Your future master." ”

The cutie knows how to resist!

Should she be happy, or should she break off his wings and put him in a gorgeous cage she made for him, and raise a perfect boy in the world.

A toy that belongs only to her.

Si Jue's eyes were slightly dark, and he was silent for a long time, he raised his head, and his voice was as clear as the clear water in the mountains, "Are you here to take me away?" ”

If it weren't for the dull and oppressive aura emanating from his body, the boy might have really been like his voice.

Yinsheng withdrew his hand and said in a gentle but irrefutable tone, "Good, call sister!" ”

Si Jue's long eyelashes trembled slightly, there was a hint of dark red in his amber eyes, his beautiful fingers touched Yinsheng's wrist, and his voice was inaudible, "Sister." ”

The air was filled with a faint smell of blood, which formed another odor with the musty smell in the room.

Yinsheng let go of the boy and pulled the other hand that the boy had placed behind him, and traces of blood oozed from between his white fingers and fell to the ground drop by drop.

The hand was held tightly, Yinsheng's eyes were slightly cold, but his voice was still soft, "Let go, okay?" ”

Si Jue looked at the girl in front of him, his palm slowly loosened, and he saw several sharp glass slags inserted in his palm, half of which were inserted into his palm, which was shocking to watch.

As if he didn't feel pain, the boy looked at the blood in his palm, and a little strange excitement flashed in his eyes.

Yinsheng pulled out the glass slag for him, bandaged it briefly, and left the apartment with Si Jue.

The original owner has a quiet villa, and only the original owner didn't even say anything about that place.