Waste material cannon fodder, he just wants to survive!

"Haw!"

Just when Ran Heming had stars in his eyes and felt that he was about to burp, a bat broke through the glass and flew in from the outside. Like a bullet, it hit Em with precision, and Em was thrown to the ground.

"Well."

The bat was so powerful that Em hit the desk and passed out instantly.

"Cough cough cough cough."

After the shackles around his neck were gone, Ran Heming lay on the ground and coughed wildly, his neck was probably bruised from such pain.

The opponent's strength was too great, he never thought that Em would have such great strength.

After taking a good breath, Ran Heming stood up and walked towards Em, who was lying unconscious on the ground, surrounded by a little bat with bloodstained wings, which looked cute.

His small body couldn't support Em, so Ran Heming stood up again and was about to call a servant to help him carry Em into the room, when he opened the door, he saw the male lead standing outside.

"Master, what are you doing?"

Pei Sen's eyes stayed on Ran Heming's neck, his eyes were dim, and there was a circle of cyan marks on his neck, which seemed to be pinched out by someone's hands. In addition to the movement he heard just now, it should be that Em couldn't hold back his hand?

He has long noticed that the other party occasionally has something wrong, but he didn't expect him to strike so soon.

Thinking of this, Payson was a little irritable. He was agitated even though he was at home, but he still hurt his master, so he lowered his head and approached him, looked at him seriously with his dark eyes and said, "Why do you hurt yourself so easily, come on!" Same time."

The male protagonist's sudden approach made Ran Heming back a little uncomfortable, blinking his eyes in doubt: "Last time?"

He didn't know what the other party was talking about, what was the last time he was injured, obviously he was pinched only once, where did the last time come from.

At this time, Ran Heming didn't know at all that the last time he was bitten by Boss had already been discovered by the other party, and he didn't notice the abnormality of the male lead.

Payson lowered his eyes, clenched the hands beside him involuntarily, suppressed his displeasure, and changed the subject, "It's nothing, does the master need me to help you send him into the room?"

"Ah... good."

After sending Em into the room, Ran Heming returned to his own room. He stood in front of the mirror and looked at the bruise on his neck. It was too conspicuous. It probably wouldn't go away in seven or eight days.

Now he won't have to go to that annoying tea party, but the most important thing now is not to let the butler see his neck injury, or he will have to persuade him to send Em away.

Thinking of Em, he remembered the abnormal reaction of the other party in the study. After asking if he wanted to go, he became a stranger as if he had changed.

Why did Aim react in that way, as if he had deceived him... Could it be that he felt that he was being sent to the Illumination Cult and that he was going to abandon him! ?

Ran Heming shook his body.

Em was so insecure that he might really overreact to it, and he thought he was right.

While he was thinking wildly, the door was knocked awake,

"Kuukou." Person knocked on the door and said, "Master, the ointment is brought for you."

"come in."

With permission, Payson pushed open the door and walked in.

In the next room.

Em in a coma couldn't sleep at all. He had weird dreams. In the dream, he was tied to a white bed, wearing a skirt as thin as silk, surrounded by people wearing black hats. Muttering strange incantations.

Afterwards, he saw a flame ignited, and countless hands were walking around his body. He wanted to drive it away, but he couldn't move because his hands were tied.

As soon as the scene turned, he was brought into a huge pool, the pool was stained red with blood, and then he grabbed the owner's neck, with the owner's anxious and red face in his eyes, and the dream ended here.

"Master!!" Em woke up startled.

Ran Heming was so frightened by this exclamation that sleepy people ran away, and almost fell off the chair, but luckily he reacted and stabilized himself.

After sitting firmly, he leaned slightly and asked, "Is it better?"

Aim tilted his head and looked at Ran Heming, his eyes were out of focus, obviously he hadn't recovered from the dream, he blinked and looked at Ran Heming after a long time.

He moved his gaze down and saw that the other party's neck was wrapped in gauze, and he could smell the ointment when he smelled it carefully, which was not very pleasant.

Aim looked at himself stupidly, making Ran Heming more sure that his guess was right, so he said: "If you don't want to go to Guangmingjiao, you won't go. I don't mean to abandon you. Since I take you in, I won't abandon you." you."

Although this is likely to cause the plot to collapse, he doesn't want to see Em sad more than the plot. Now Em doesn't want to go, maybe someday in the future.

The most important thing now is to take good care of Em.

Aim still didn't recover much. The scene in the dream was too real. He was shocked when he heard the words Guangmingjiao, like a robot that had been turned on, and suddenly grabbed Ran Heming's shoulder and asked, "Why do you Send me in!? Why didn’t you come to save me!! Why did you abandon me!”

He screamed heart-piercingly, tears flowed from his eyes, and finally hugged himself and curled up into a ball, muttering to himself, "Don't leave me...don't..."

Like a poor little animal, he huddled himself into a ball, and his voice was full of tears. Maybe it was because he felt that he was going to be sent away, so he had a nightmare?

"Have you had a nightmare? Don't be afraid." Ran Heming asked in a low voice.

He approached the other party cautiously, and after finding that there was no overreaction, he tentatively hugged him into his arms, and gently patted the other party's back, "It's all right, it's all right."

Under Ran Heming's comfort, Aim slowly stabilized his emotions, and his eyes became clear again. He remembered what he had done just now, and repeated guiltily: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

It was because he didn't control him well that he hurt the master.

Em thought he couldn't stay here anymore, otherwise there would always be someone who would do something irreversible.

In the dark Gothic castle, a blond man in a white shirt stood on the third-floor attic. He stretched out his hand, and suddenly there was a bat on his hand. The bat's wings were stained with blood. It was unknown who it belonged to.

Boss looked down at the tired bat nestled in his palm, the corners of his mouth were curled into a straight line, his normally smiling eyes became cold and red, as if they could bleed in the next second Come.

"Oh, Illuminati..."

Boss said this sentence in disgust. After hundreds of years, these guys are still determined, and they are still trying to get cheap from him.

Originally, Perth didn't want to get too involved with the Illuminati, but who let that kind-hearted little guy adopt troublesome people? He didn't want to lose such a good pastime.

"You keep looking at him."

After speaking, the bat in his hand fluttered its wings and flew away. Boss glanced at the flying bat before turning around and walking into the dark room.

[The author has something to say: Maybe there will be a knife in the back]