Son of Satan

"Hesme hesitated for a moment, and tried to use a flattering tone." Jay, you will help me, right? "

My patience was almost exhausted, and I said, "Get out of the way if you don't say anything." I took out the key, pushed Hesme away, and pointed it at the keyhole.The doors here can generally be opened with spells, and each door has its own spell, but unfortunately I forgot the spell.

"Jay, you, don't be like this. We are friends, aren't we?" Hesme complained in his tone.I really don't know where I wronged him.Stop picking the lock and wait for him to finish speaking with the last patience.

Hesme looked left and right like a mouse, leaned close to my ear and whispered: "Jay, didn't the temple catch fugitives from the West District a few days ago, I just happened to know two escaped there, you go Tell Rui Lesen to let him secretly arrest people. In addition, there are rewards for those who report the crime, and notices are posted on the street. Aren't you anxious to find a job a few days ago? If you take those rewards, it will be enough You spend a lot of time."

I raised my vigilance in my heart. Apart from taking advantage of me, Hesme really didn't know when he had such kind intentions. (Baidu search for the fastest and most stable update of Literary Network)

I said: "Why don't you do such a good thing, your money won't be so much that you can't use it up?"

Panic flashed across Hesme's face, and the tone of complaint became more obvious. "Jay, I was kind enough to help you, how could you do this. Do you still regard me as a friend?"

I would rather not have a friend like you. I don't know when I will be sold.

I said, "I really can't stand your kindness this time. I have nothing to do with Rui Le Senmai now, and I can't help you."

"How come, Rui Le Senbai likes you so much, how could it be..."

He closed the door, ignoring Hesme who was jumping outside the door.I was very tired, lying on the bed, and slowly retracted the quilt into my arms.The faint scent of roses got into my nose, and I laughed at myself that I could still feel his breath at this time, and that indifferent face appeared in my mind.There are emotions that I don't understand in the purple eyes, tears moisten the eye sockets and slide down the eyelids.I buried my face in the quilt, trying to tell myself that I was bitten by a dog.

I felt a pair of soft hands touch my cheeks, and my head was lifted up.Facing a pair of purple eyes, I froze for a moment, and a face one size smaller than Chris appeared in front of me.

I hugged the person in front of me tightly. "Little boy, I was abandoned again. I thought he at least liked me. I didn't expect that he just wanted to find a bed partner. I was being passionate. But why did he treat me so well? It gave me the illusion . " Tears surged like a flooded tide, no matter how much I wiped, I couldn't wipe them off.Having lived to such an age, all dignity has been trampled under my feet.

After finally waiting for me to vent, I saw the little boy's head that was rubbed into a chicken coop and his face that was as rigid as an adult. "Laugh if you want, it's not the first time you've been ashamed anyway."

The little boy looks like an old man, which makes people very uncomfortable. I still miss the little boy like the Tyrannosaurus rex.

Looking at his deep eyes, I almost thought it was Chris in front of me.I smiled wryly and tried to comb his messy hair. "When did you come back?" I haven't seen him since the last time I left without saying goodbye.

The little boy ignored me, he lifted my chin with his hands, his eyes were focused, and he was as serious as an old man. "I think he likes you."

"What? Who do you say likes me?" The news about me being dumped by Chris hasn't spread yet. How does the brat know who the 'he' I'm talking about is.

The little boy didn't answer my question, and his expression was very serious. "I will always be by your side."

I was amused by his serious expression, "Little kid, are you pitying me? No need, I'm strong."

The little kid reached out and touched my red and swollen eyes, and there was distress in his eyes, I shook my head; damn it, I was hallucinating again, how could such a young child have such an expression.Besides, it turned out that I was wrong, the big purple eyes of the little brat were full of jokes.

"Jay, your eyes are so swollen that a man wouldn't be interested."

I was angry and screwed up the little kid. "I'm a man, a man. I don't need a man to be interested in me." Chris was just an accident, and I'll forget about him and start over.

"Little brat, what's wrong with you? Did you hurt from being twisted by me?" As soon as he let go, the brat fell onto the bed with a bang.After struggling for a while, he raised his head under the quilt with an aggrieved expression on his face.

I was taken aback. "Well, I didn't do it on purpose, it's not that you don't have any limbs or legs!" The confidence is seriously lacking, but I won't admit that I abused children even if I was killed.

The little boy's big watery eyes made me feel more guilty, and I almost didn't apologize.

Kid said, "Jay, you like Chris, don't you?"

My mind was exposed, and I was overwhelmed with embarrassment.Pull up the quilt and cover the kid's head.Eyes caught sight of the hourglass on the bedside. "I'm hungry, cook dinner, what do you want? I'll do it."

The little boy pulled the corner of my clothes and wouldn't let me get out of bed. "You're running away."