Those years when I was taken away by the boss

Accepting this great gift for nothing, Shu Shi carefully said: "How can I help?"

The young man's gaze was still fixed on him.

The man didn't open his mouth for a long time, Shu Shi was under great pressure from the young man's gaze, and was about to ask again.

"Brother, do you want to save someone?" The young man's voice carried a clarity unique to this age group, as well as the coolness of his own personality.

Shu Shi looked at his dim red eyes, but couldn't say what he wanted to say, and he said "I" and then he had nothing to say.

The man gave the boy a complicated look, and hid the words that he didn't intend to say deeply in his stomach.

And behind the boy, a person silently and slowly pulled out the long arrow on his shoulder.The arrow that pierced his shoulder wasn't too deep, and it wasn't that difficult to pull out, but there were a few suppressed snorts occasionally.

He lowered his head and drew out the arrow without saying a word.

While Shu Shi was still thinking about how to answer, the boy suddenly took a step back, turned sideways and raised his leg, and kicked away the long arrow stabbed at him by the man behind him.

"Ah..." The sneak attack failed but was restrained. The man in the suit was so painful that his whole body trembled non-stop, and he felt that the kick just now had dislocated his arm.

The young man turned his eyes sideways, with his slightly longer white hair covering his forehead, and looked down at the nervous looking man beside Shu Shi: "I want to live, but I found the wrong person."

He bent down to pick up the blood-stained long arrow, and held it together with the brand new one in his hands. He didn't look at anyone else, and walked up to Shu Shi, stretching out his hand like a white jade.

Shu Shi held his hand in a strange way, and let the other party lead him away with this slightly intimate gesture.

"Bai Jing!" The person who begged them just now hurriedly grabbed the two of them, "You can't leave——uh!"

When he was about to reach the boy's trouser legs, the man was kicked back, and he fell to the floor on his back, unable to dodge in time.

The end of the long arrow was pushed forward, and there were a few inches of bright red on the body of the arrow that pierced the flesh.

Shu Shi didn't know where the courage came from, grabbed the boy's wrist with the other hand, and called out a name he didn't know clearly: "Xiao Jing."

Bai Jing looked up at him, with an indifferent expression, and gently pushed his hand away.

Before Shu Shi could speak to save him, Bai Jing turned around and dropped the blood-stained arrow, quietly looked at the man's blood-stained hands, and said in a flat voice, "I'm so loyal."

There are two bloody precedents ahead, and others will not dare to act rashly even if they have the courage of bears and leopards.

The man who had been hit by two arrows barely straightened up, and said: "He saved my life, and I am willing to pay him back with my life."

"As I said, you've found the wrong person." Bai Jing said flatly.

The man shook his head and said hoarsely: "No, only you, only you can save."

Bai Jing turned her head to look at Shu Shi, then raised her right hand, holding the arrow body, and stabbed the sharp end deeply into her left arm.

Blood was stained on the white sleeve, it was dazzling red.

"Don't!" Shu Shi anxiously stopped, grabbing his wrist holding the long arrow.

Bai Jing just glanced at him, then pulled the sharp object stuck into his arm sideways.

Shu Shishi is not, nor is it going along, it will hurt no matter what.

The other party's self-mutilation continued, Shu Shi watched the wound expand, and couldn't help but said, "Stop moving!"

Bai Jing stopped her movements as she said, and asked without changing her face: "Is my brother feeling distressed?"

"My heart hurts, my heart hurts to death!" Shu Shi's hand was trembling while holding him, "Little brat, why are you willing to be so cruel to yourself..."

Although there is no memory, the pain in my heart is not fake.

The man's reaction was completely different from his. Seeing this scene, he quickly shouted to the back: "Hurry up and get something!"

Hearing the answer he wanted, Bai Jing didn't seem that happy. He glanced at the few people who got up and looked around, and said in a lower voice, "Brother wants to save someone."

"Quick, hurry up!" The man urged with shortness of breath, the reaction to the injury was not as severe as this time.

A few people with arrows stuck in their shoulders ignored their own injuries, rummaged around, found a clean glass and put it under Bai Jing's bleeding arm.

The warm blood fell into the cup drop by drop, forming a thin layer on the bottom of the colorless cup.

Bai Jing moved her arm, turned the injured side towards the mouth of the cup, and watched her own blood dripping into the cup expressionlessly.

With a buzzing in Shu Shi's mind, he suddenly realized that Bai Jing's blood was needed to save lives in the man's words.

"Tell Qi Chu, only this once."

The man was taken aback, and looked into those red eyes.

There was clearly no hostility in the other party's eyes, but he still had the illusion of a glow on his back when he was being watched.

It may be that his tone is too calm, so calm that it makes people shudder.

"Otherwise, I'll kill everyone." Bai Jing's voice didn't fluctuate significantly, as if explaining an ordinary fact.

Everyone present was shocked.

The man stood up, pulled out the long arrows on his shoulders and palms, and brought out a large amount of blood.

He threw the arrow on the ground with trembling hands, endured the pain and said, "Yes."

Bai Jing didn't speak any more.

Shu Shi didn't know how to persuade him to stop, and it was difficult to persuade him to stop.

The identity of Qu Lan is of great significance to Bai Jing, but this is the first day, the memory he has is a blank sheet of paper, he is not Qu Lan, any behavior may reveal a fatal flaw.

The scene in the house was deadlocked, like playing a stuck picture, with no movement or sound.

Shu Shi counted every minute and every second in his heart, until nearly 2 minutes later, Bai Jing finally put down his arms.

"Is there a medicine box?" Shu Shi whispered, he was unavoidably relieved, and his words were pity.

Immediately, someone went to fetch the left medicine box, but Bai Jing glanced at Shu Shi and said, "Let's go brother."

It was as if it wasn't him who was hurt, and it wasn't him who was bleeding.

Bai Jing raised her hand and pulled Shu Shi naturally, the torn white sleeve was covered with dark blood.

"Wait, there's a medicine box..."

Bai Jing seemed to have never heard of it, and led him away wholeheartedly.

Shu Shi cared about his injury, walking side by side with him so that he didn't have to use too much force.

The person holding the medicine box took a few steps to hand it over. Shu Shi hurriedly thanked him after taking it.

"Little Jing..." Shu Shi followed Bai Jing's walking frequency all the way, and finally interrupted, "Let me bandage it for you first, the wound is too deep and it is easy to get infected."

Bai Jing's pace slowed down a bit, but he didn't give him a chance to bandage her.

Shu Shi was held by his wounded hand, and couldn't break free even in a hurry.

He glanced at the young man who was almost as tall as himself, squeezed the hand that was one size smaller than him, and said, "Xiao Jing, stop first."

After walking a few steps, Bai Jing stopped, put down Shu Shi's hand first, and looked at him lightly.

Shu Shi sighed, and held his arm that was still bleeding.

The other party hid his hand back, avoided it, and still looked at him like that.

"Little Jing?"

The boy's lips seemed to be tense for a moment, and when he was about to Shu Shi, he thought it was an illusion, "If I don't come, my brother will go with them."

This is a disguised accusation and grievance. Shu Shi can hear obvious emotions from his flat tone, and the other party's expressionless face is also vivid in his eyes.

"Brother wants to leave me." Bai Jing raised his brows slightly, lowered his eyes and lowered his voice, "No one with the surname Qi is good."

Shu Shi couldn't help laughing, what he said meant that he ran away with Qi.

He didn't even know anyone surnamed Qi, so how could he run away with him.

In order to take care of the child's emotions, Shu Shiren said with a smile: "Yeah, no one with the surname Qi is a good person."

Bai Jing glanced at him, and said again: "Brother laughed at me."

"Cough." Shu Shi immediately restrained himself and denied, "No."

He moved his gaze down a little, and saw Bai Jing's arms hanging down naturally.

The blood on that arm is gradually solidifying. If it is not treated in time, it will be difficult to deal with the scabs on the clothes. At that time, the scissors will have to be used, and the injury will definitely be pulled.

Shu Shi really couldn't laugh this time.

He looked at Bai Jing's blood-stained white sleeves and the faintly visible wound, and softly coaxed him again: "Xiao Jing, let me see if the wound is alright?"

Bai Jing retracted her hand a little, raised her eyes a little but saw his worried and helpless expression, hesitated for a moment, and then raised her injured hand.

The two found a place to rest. Shu Shi opened the medicine box and took out the medicine and bandaging gauze. While taking it, he said, "Don't hurt yourself again next time, brother will be very distressed."

Bai Jing's eyes followed him all the time, and he could only pretend to be in his eyes. Hearing this, he smiled lightly, narrowed his red eyes slightly, and replied softly, "Yes."

Zhong Ruji pinched the arrow feathers and casually looked at the long arrow in his hand.

There were no usable clues in the room, and no identity information could be found.Explain that this place is not a long-term residence.

Subtle footsteps were hardly noticeable, but someone was indeed coming.

Zhong Ruji put the arrow back in place, grabbed his hair a few times, and lay back on the bed calmly.

After a while, there were two clear knocks on the door, and the people outside pushed the door open, but did not come in.

Zhong Ruji sat up lazily, with a hoarse voice: "What's the matter?"

The visitor took a look at his uncut hairstyle and his impatient expression after being woken up, lowered his eyes and said respectfully: "Mr. Qi, boss, please go over to discuss important matters."

"Yeah." Zhong Ruji perfunctory as if he wasn't interested, lay down and pulled the quilt again, "I'll go later."

The man slowed down the movement of closing the door, and after thinking for a while, he said, "Sir, change your clothes first, and I'll wait for you outside the door."

The person on the bed didn't move.

He couldn't hold back and knocked on the door again, and reminded him kindly: "Sir? The boss is still waiting for you."

Mr. Qi still didn't respond.

He knocked on the door carefully twice.

"Understood, close the door."

Hearing the annoyance inside, he hastily shut his mouth tightly and closed the door, and then put his ear on the door to listen to the movement inside.

As a result, nothing was heard.

The sound insulation is very good.

Zhong Ruji got up slowly, thinking that his role might not fit well with the "boss".

There are quite a lot of clothing styles in the closet, and it is hard to tell what kind of personality Mr. Qi is. Zhong Ruji picked out a few pieces that are well-regulated, not overly flamboyant and not too rigid.