The sound of water in the alley was still whispering, Wendy's hands were shivering with cold, and she finally tied Qin Li's coat around her waist with her trembling hands, and moved a few steps away from the shattered and lifeless Tong En lying on the ground.

As she passed, Qin Li quietly raised his eyes, wanting to look past Wendy's rimless eyes to see the thoughts in her dark green eyes, but Wendy sensitively turned around and met his golden eyes that had not yet faded.

"Qin, Qin Li." Wendy spoke weakly, and only said these few words.

Qin Li lowered his eyes, turned over Tong En, and on his body carved with dark red patterns, the white cloth had almost been consumed in this chase station, and his hand had been removed, but the neck he cared about had a hole that had been pierced, two fingers wide, and through that hole, he could see the swarthy stone wall.

The pattern of this body is the achievement of the alchemy of the ancient half-blood, and the neck must be the end of all the patterns, which plays the role of a nerve center.

Wendy, judging from the current situation, there should be no ability to punch through a hole with his bare hands, so who is this person who is familiar with alchemy and has extraordinary combat power? And why does a good collection get out of control?

Qin Li thought about it all the way, until Qin Luo brought someone to find him, left the labyrinth, apologized to Wendy for his injuries, and cleaned up the auction venue, his gaze shifted between Wendy de Vivarel and Qin Luo, everything around him was extremely strange.

Did all this change since I went to Siberia?

Or is it a war like tens of thousands of years to be repeated? Or something worse?

He really doesn't want this, what power and power, every time, he doesn't know how to deal with it, how to integrate into that "own" group.

No matter which world or any race, there is always a purpose, utilitarianism, and a sense of alienation, everywhere. Now, even his sister can't see through it like she used to.

Or did he not understand it at all?

Do you want to be lazy and turn a blind eye as before?

Qin Li sat on the sofa in the background, seeing the tragic situation of those injured waiters, and wanted to pretend that there were no waves, it seemed that it would be impossible from today onwards.

Moreover, Qin Luo's arrangement, even though he had been doubting it for so many years, the final result was still hers.

Qin Luo didn't notice Qin Li's discomfort and doubts, so she ignored Qin Li's various hints that she wanted to talk immediately, and ignored Wendy's obvious alienation, she turned her head and smiled at Qin Li, "Ah Li, I'll say a few words to Wendy, okay?" ”

Qin Li just blinked, "Okay." ”

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Wendy looked at the top of Qin Luo's head, she was lowering her head to tie a bandage on Wendy's hand, her hair was jet black, the black was bottomless, slightly curled, and her slender hair was tied into braids, which looked both well-behaved and cute.

But, beautiful things, mostly dangerous.

During the whole bandaging process, the two did not say a word. Wendy's injury did not give Qin Luo a chance to raise her head, half an hour passed, Qin Luo slowly rolled up the remaining strips of cloth, and watched Wendy hurriedly get dressed and comb her hair, unwilling to leave her a chance to speak.

This naturally does not bother her. Lois smiled.

"Are you going back to Marseille, or are you going back to your mansion in Paris?" Qin Luo's clear voice seemed to have taken Wendy's clockwork, and Wendy's movements stopped extremely unnaturally.

"What, deliberately approaching me, do you want to talk again?" Wendy turned, politeness and mildness all turned to wariness and indifference. "Serum's words, I won't reveal the attitude, I don't care how much you know about the rest, but I definitely ...... your purpose"

"Don't be nervous, I just asked you if you want to go back to Marseille or stay in Paris, what serum, what purpose, I just tried to test you because your father was also my customer."

Wendy's eyes widened, just asking? She has been hidden for so many years, how many people know about her family's relationship with Paris...... I have always said to the public that my home is in Marseille, and I can find this and my father...... Countless memories flashed through her mind, and she stared down at the ground and stopped talking.

How could there be no other purpose.

"Well, Miss Wendy, it seems that sometimes Ah Li's strategy is really quick and ruthless. I'm not going to pull you anymore, yes, my purpose has always been clear, and that is to win you over. ”

Wendy suddenly raised her eyes, trying not to reveal the confusion in her heart, "Me? A nameless family, with little wealth, no father and no mother, and my stepmother doesn't value me, Miss August, you are so insincere, and you are not very smart. ”

"Victor de Vivarère, your father, known as 'The Old Stick', inherited the culinary skills of your ancestors and in his heyday, and in his heyday he was both black and white, but not long after your father returned from a business trip to Russia ten years ago...... Passed away. ”

Qin Luo didn't know when he took out a small notebook, with a playful look, deliberately not looking at the girl who was being tortured, and read the things on it word by word, "My biological mother died early, my stepmother was in charge, my father was a famous scholar, and he was once the 'king' of the European mixed-race society, do you say you are simple, Violet," Qin Luo "snapped" and closed the notebook and hung up the small lock, "Or do you prefer to be called by others, the meteorite of French politics, the new king of the family, the descendant of Orleans?" ”

Wendy met her eyes for a long time, but she looked away first, "You're thinking too much, it's in the past tense." ”

Qin Luo put his hands behind his back, snapped his fingers, and smiled, "Okay, since you think so, I won't force it, and I think you have your father's criminal record, and you don't have the courage to report me." Then, from now on, you are still my brother's classmate, this trip to Paris may not be very thoughtful, and you still look at Haihan, don't forget to ......"

Wendy nodded her head hurriedly a few times as if she was on the verge of drowning, picked up her things, and left Qin Luo as if she was on the verge of drowning.

Qin Luo looked at her hurried and thin back, and smiled mysteriously, "Don't forget...... Make an excuse in front of your aunt. ”

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Qin Li waited in the old opera house on the ground, and saw Wendy come out alone, so he greeted him.

"Are you alright?" Qin Li looked up and down without changing his face, and he was still a little jealous in his heart.

Danger is on the horizon......

It's better to be careful.

"It's okay...... I'm back to Marseille, tomorrow's plane, back to Kassel. Wendy's face was pale, everything else was normal, there was no embarrassment in the labyrinth, but she had regained a little of her reserve and calmness in the academy, and her eyes behind thick lenses were dark green that covered all her thoughts.

She smiled at Qin Li in a friendly manner, tightened the strength of the things in her hand, and strode out of the opera house.

Qin Li looked at her silently. Whether he's gone, he'll need time to figure it out, and Lois will have to figure it out.

Late at night, Wendy sits on the bus, reminiscing about today's dream-like, scripted experience.

In the end, she was so immature that she really went to such a strange appointment, and she was really deceived by Qin Luo's simple and harmless appearance at first, sure enough, Wendy took off her glasses, rubbed her eyes, and closed her eyes, sure enough, in this world, there is no one who can be trusted casually.

For so many years, he has relied on himself, even if Qin Luo knows, so what? Wendy opened her eyes with a cold gaze, this world is a huge machine, she is never willing to be the "raw material" of the machine, she also wants to be the "starter", but she also has her own way, blindly believing that those who are unknown will only become flesh and blood in other people's mouths like her father.

Father...... Wendy's eyes softened, and a bit of lingering resentment appeared in her eyes.

Ten years ago, Paris, France, a small villa near the Bois de Boulogne.

Eight-year-old Wendy sat on the side of the road into the woods, leaning against the fence, obediently reading, Victor Vivarel, at this time, his once proud beautiful blonde hair, because of his age, has dimmed, only a pile of fine wrinkles of skin amiable, deep-set eyes long stared at his daughter, like a thousand invisible threads, hanging between father and daughter.

"Wendy, how many times have I called you, let Dad go out, Russia is a big business, and it can add a lot of things to your little laboratory and library!"

Victor was mostly embarrassed and half reluctant to persuade the little girl who insisted on blocking the intersection, in fact, he could also leave, but it would break his daughter's heart, which was really more terrifying to him than eating a pure original long stick for thirty years.

"Elois said that Dad is going to bring Wendy a new mother, I don't want to be someone else's stepdaughter, and I don't want you to run around, I want Dad to stay with Wendy all the time. For two years, my dad hardly came home to see me, and Wendy was very unhappy alone. I'm going to sit here and read all the books you don't let me read. Wendy raised her head and suppressed a threatening voice.

Victor knew that this daughter was a little spoiled, but this time the matter was too important, and the invitation from the mysterious Russian arms tycoon Alexander Bunin was not for everyone, and it might be a good opportunity to revive the family business.

"Wendy." Victor kept a straight face, trying not to think about his wife who had been buried in the Père Lachaise cemetery for eight years.

Seeing this, Wendy closed the thick uncovered book in her hand, jumped up, and shouted, "I'm going to find Mommy!" Aunt Lizzie! I don't want to see Daddy again! ”

Wendy ran quickly to the small garden with the book in her arms, and the young Elisabeth Van Zhuo hurriedly caught Wendy who rushed to hug her, looking at this child who was playing tricks and unwilling to leave his father again, helpless and pityful, Victor saw that Wendy died and did not look back to say goodbye to him, remembering her childish and ridiculous excuses, he always felt like her aunt was messy, and he was upset, so he turned his head and went out.

Before waiting for a response, Wendy found that her trick did not seem to have the desired effect, and there was a look of disappointment in her eyes, but she still slowly looked up at Elizabeth, "Dad...... Let's go? ”

Elizabeth was silent, patting her on the back, fingers caressing her little face, dark green eyes, the same as her sister.

"Just wait for Dad to come back."

The one who is waiting for him is indeed the father, but not the father.

In short, after Wendy saw him, the word "dad" was never called out again, and it was only "father".

The wrinkles that always hid a smile and love were gone, his skin was fair, his pale blonde hair carved with gold and precious stones, his bright blue eyes were constantly rolling, and his wide, cold-lined mouth hung with a vague smile.

Wendy raised her head, her eyes blank, staring at her father's young and unfamiliar face, unconsciously leaning on Elizabeth and shrinking herself back, her father's young handsomeness made her feel boundless panic, and a big hole was broken in her heart.

She had never seen such a shining young father, with dark green eyes and blond-brown hair, and little resemblance to a stranger except for his wide mouth.

The inexplicable fear and alienation seem to be the invisible threads between father and daughter, all of which have been severed.

"Oh, I guess it'...... My daughter? You, miss, are you Aunt Elizabeth? How are you doing when I'm out these days? Victor grinned, his white teeth flashing at Wendy.

Elisabeth Van Zhuo frowned, her gaze slowly shifting from Victor's young face to the bewitching young woman beside him. The woman's belly bulged, as if she was pregnant.

Wendy looked at everything in front of her in horror, she had a terrifying instinct, this person was not Dad! No! He will never be seen again!