The Sims Real World

This is France, eight o'clock at night.

In such a resplendent castle, a group of people are holding a dance party. Several rich ladies are discussing the gemstone rings on their hands and the diamond necklace on their necks at the dining table. Several young girls are whispering on the dance floor near the window. Discussing his favorite dance partner, a blond man was sipping red wine in the corner.

"Hey, look over there." A girl in a yellow skirt secretly pointed to the distance. There was a boy who was close to the corner but couldn't be ignored. The girl leaned her body while talking, so as not to see her actions .

Following her gaze, we saw such a boy, he is a handsome oriental boy, some retro black robes make people feel a little mysterious, his face has a bit of determination that is not available at this age, but there is a lot of love. A little unrestrained and willful, after all, he is still immature.

"Ah, he. I was thinking about it just now." A girl in a purple skirt said, "Just now, a maid accidentally got caught in her skirt when she handed him wine, and the wine almost spilled on him. , but he went to help that maid very gentlemanly."

"Really?" Another girl beside him joined the conversation.

Suddenly, at this time, the music stopped, and amidst the small noise of the crowd, a person slowly came out. This person is the organizer of the party and the owner of the castle. According to the procedure, it is time for him to speak .

But just when everyone finally quieted down and was about to wait for him to finish his tedious speech after clearing his throat and enjoy the party, the whole scene suddenly went dark.

In an instant, the crowd erupted into a commotion, the microphones were not powered on, and the voices of the crowd were confused and uneasy.

There seemed to be a scream, but it was buried. After 2 minutes, the lights came on, and this time there was a group of people screaming. On the side of the row of snacks, a middle-aged man fell on the ground. into a pool of blood.

He is a boss with tens of millions of assets, but because he is from another country, the people present did not understand. After panicking, some people thought of calling the police, but most of them knew it well, and it is estimated that the murderer could not be found. .

At this moment, one of the young girls in a white skirt said silently: "The boy from just now is gone."

But no one paid attention to her, and she didn't dare to speak any more, turned around and followed everyone to walk in the direction of her parents.

"It's done." The black witch reported on the phone at the airport.

"Hey, that's right. It's another success. You can be so powerful at such a young age. It's probably going to be promoted." The voice of a middle-aged man on the other end of the phone called out again after saying this, probably because of the cigar in his hand. .

The person on the other end of the phone is not the boss of the black witch, but a person responsible for assigning various tasks, which can be big or small.

"Why, Black Witch, as I said earlier, do you want to be that lord's guard?" Although it was a question, the tone of the person on the other side of the phone was already established.

"En." The black witch replied without a tone.

"Okay, let's talk about it when you come back." The man hung up the phone without hesitation after finishing speaking.

"En." Although aware of the beeping, the black witch still replied spontaneously.

"Your cappuccino." A waiter in front of him put a cup of coffee in front of the black witch.

"Thank you." The black witch closed his phone while thinking about cappuccino. In fact, he still likes sweet things very much, but because he was ridiculed for being childish in the past, he would only occasionally order a cappuccino when he was alone.

The elder sister, the waiter in front of her, smiled and walked away. The black witch also got up, picked up the cappuccino, threw the phone into the trash can, and walked to the boarding gate.

For some reason, the black witch suddenly remembered this experience. When he woke up, he was in a familiar yet unfamiliar environment. He was always surrounded by his familiar guard Badr, and there was only this one person.

"Master Hei, you are awake." The people beside him seemed very excited.

"En." The black witch moved a bit, feeling a tearing sensation all over his body, the painful black witch frowned and bit his lip tightly.

"Don't move."

But this time the black witch didn't reply, not even the usual "just call me a black witch".

He was thinking back, thinking back to his contact with Newman since that mission.

Although he was rescued by Newman when he was a child, he never communicated with him again. He could only watch from a distance. The black witches knew that what they did was not allowed by the law, but this was their own life. Mistakes are not absolute. Wrong, justice is not absolute justice.

Although he didn't show it, being able to be Newman's bodyguard was the most exciting thing in Black Witch's life.

In the beginning, it was just a guard, and the black witch Duoduo stood behind Newman, watching Newman deal with various documents, or hold a meeting. Ordinary Newman seemed to be a normal and gentle person. Sometimes the black witch stood for a whole day, but The black witch also felt willing, as if he was the closest person to Newman, and occasionally Newman would speak a few words to the black witch, and the black witch tried to reply calmly.

On one of those rare days, Newman and the Dark Witch were attacked.

Because the target was Newman, the one on the opposite side shot at Newman first, but luckily only hit his arm, but at that time, the black witch was so angry that he didn't care about other things, and rushed up to the few enemies in front of him, but Before rushing to the front, several enemies fell down.

The black witch looked back in surprise. Although Newman's arm was bleeding, Newman didn't show the slightest fear, and there was still confidence in the corner of his mouth.In addition, the guns in his hand are also beating one to death, just like a game, and he doesn't care.

The black witch didn't know, maybe it was because he liked this man because he was grateful for saving him, or maybe it was because of his arrogance.

It's a pity that the black witch doesn't know the city of the man in front of him. Maybe the black witch knows it, the best of all, but he still has no hesitation.

"Hey, you, do you want to help me manage part of it?" Newman said to the black witch after all the enemies were dead.

"Ah?" The black witch was a little surprised, but also inexplicably excited.

Indeed, being a bodyguard all the time is not very long-term. The black witch knows that he needs to be tempered. Although anyone can be a bodyguard, what he wants to be is to be a person who can help Newman, an indispensable person for Newman. people.

When some people envied and envied the Black Witch to become Newman's confidant at such a young age, no one knew how much effort the Black Witch had put in behind him, not even when he died.

All the darkness is running just like the light, a little bloody, but the black witch feels very peaceful, even very happy.

Until that day, one of their monitors simulating a white rabbit captured a teenager, a teenager named Lin Xi, on the outskirts of Fox Street, and everything changed from then on.

But before that, Newman was a little weird. A boy in white appeared that day, a person Newman completely protected but imprisoned. During that time, Newman was more irritable and excited than usual, as if he was expecting something.

The black witch failed the first mission, then the second time, and then the third time, completely unbelievable things happened like this, and it seemed that Newman had never cared so much about a mission in his life, and the black witch felt that everything was terrible .

Back to reality, the black witch looked at the surrounding environment, only his bodyguard Badr was sitting on the side, looking at him worriedly.

The black witch wanted to say something, choked up a bit, and couldn't help closing his eyes. This time the injury was a bit serious, but as long as Newman didn't get so angry, it would be fine. Besides, Newman saved himself once again.

Then, there was another day like this, when the black witch was injured because of the mission.

When it was dark, Newman called the black witch to his room. On that day, Newman seemed very angry because of something.

Newman sat on the edge of the table with his elbows resting on half of his chin, as if he was thinking about something, and he saw the black witch standing at the door after a trance.

"Come here." Newman's words were like an order, and the black witch walked away in a little confusion.

"Dark Witch, do you have a girlfriend?" Newman leaned back on the seat, sounding a little too much teasing, because everyone knows that most of the people inside like this just go out to sing and sing every night, and Newman is the opponent Knowledgable.

"No." The black witch was a little strange, and gradually felt a sense of uneasiness. He didn't talk about girlfriends, he hadn't communicated with girls very much, and he was never very interested in romantic scenes.

"Huo." Newman smiled, stood up slowly, and suddenly kissed the black witch's neck. It is probably a very inappropriate description to say that it is a kiss, because the obvious nerve feeling is caused by the deep pressing of the teeth. Yes, although it didn't go to the point of bleeding, it couldn't help but make people timid.

"Big, man..." The black witch was stunned all of a sudden, he had seen the battlefield where swords were fought, and corpses everywhere, but he couldn't control such a scene.

"Don't you like me? Hmm?" Newman said slowly, the last word almost smashed all the black witch's thoughts.

The black witch didn't know why Newman said that, or Newman knew it all the time, but the current situation made the black witch a little inexplicably embarrassed.

But Newman didn't give the black witch a chance. The black witch felt that his fighting skills were really good, but when Newman pushed himself onto the bed, he didn't have the strength to resist.

The black witch didn't seem to feel anything other than the pain. The wound on his abdomen was torn and the blood was stained on the bed sheet, but the people in front of him didn't seem to care at all. The woman is a confidant, and the other women seem to be just passing through.

Familiar feeling and unfamiliar feeling hit the whole body, the black witch didn't know what to do, but it didn't seem to affect Newman, because Newman didn't care about the black witch at all.

"You can stay here tonight." These were the last words Newman left after closing the door.

There was no hug, no light kiss, and the whole body fell apart. The black witch was lying on the bed, and it was difficult to support himself with his elbows, as if he was being abused.

But after lying down, the black witch had a little bit of joy hidden deep in his heart. He really wanted to catch up with the person who closed the door in front of him and didn't look back, but...

The author has something to say:

Well, writing here is the end of a chapter, and the next one is a new one, and before that there is such a small side story.

The person to write is the title,

(Another chapter tonight)