The decent boss always wants to attack me

Toad light is like snow.

The dewdrops on the lotus leaves are shiny and translucent, and the scales and waves of the lake are dark and dark, reflecting a silvery luster under the moonlight.

The man lying on the ground was pale, his lips were blue, and he was trying to open his eyes.

His fine silk soft shirt was covered with dirty mud, and dark red blood soaked half of his shoulders.

This appearance can never be connected with the famous young master of the Bai family.

He propped himself up on the grass, and the scream almost burst his eardrums.

The sound of joints shattering when the body hit the boulder was accompanied by roars of begging for mercy, each sound was like a heavy hammer swinging at Bai Qing's heart.

The little boy who was about to break his leg just now is being grabbed by the back of the collar and smashed on the rock one after another.

"Help..."

"Oh!"

"No... dare..."

"Oh!"

The dark red blood slowly flowed down the light gray rock, as if someone had painted a strange symbol with blood.

The young man turned a deaf ear to the little boy's begging for mercy, and hit hard, until the person in his hand completely lost consciousness, and then he was thrown aside like a filth.

He dragged another person in front of Bai Qing.

The sole of the boot stepped on the back of the man's hand, and the forefoot even turned violently.

The phalanx must have been broken.

Bai Qing's face turned even paler, probably from fright.

Chu Xiuxiu looked down at him from above, with a dark red light in his eyes.

The expression of the person trampled by him was even scarier than Bai Qing's. It was the first time that the young master discovered that pain could make a person's voice shrill to such an extent.

This is the man who just splashed water on Bai Qing's face.

He stretched out a hand to Bai Qing, tears and snot bubbles bubbling out together, foaming at the mouth, he looked as if he had been poisoned, and his voice was full of panic.

"My lord... I was wrong, let me go..."

In a blink of an eye, the man begging for mercy was kicked unconscious by the young man, and his neck was twisted aside at an extremely exaggerated angle.

There was also a soft 'click' sound.

Bai Qing stiffened.

...died.

A sneer came out of the boy's throat: "If begging for mercy is useful, murder is not a crime."

He kicked the corpse aside, casually, as if he had done it countless times.

The young man squatted down slowly, the savage in his eyes was like a poisonous scorpion tightly strangling Bai Qing's neck, he felt a bit difficult to breathe.

The little ancestor is here!

The young man stared at him without speaking, his eyes were sharp, as the time passed, Bai Qing seemed to be lingering.

Amidst the sound of frogs and cicadas, the gloomy face moved a little closer. The eldest young master quietly retracted his neck, and kicked on the grass with his hind feet, moving a little further away from Chu Xiu.

Seeing him like this, the young man closed his eyes, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and then let out a deep breath.

Bai Qing could even clearly see the fine trembling of his jaw muscles.

Done!

Bai Qing's first reaction was to run, as far as he could.

He stood up staggeringly, turned around and ran, but before he could take two steps, he was forced to sway by the fatal dizziness in his head.

He scratched forward with both hands, and his left shoulder was so painful that he broke out in a cold sweat. The scenery in front of him made a 180° turn, and he admired the starry sky by the way.

Immediately afterwards, the back of the head was supported by warm palms, and the whole body was stroked to the side by that incredible force.

The hand trembled slightly when it touched him, and Bai Qing felt that the young man's movements froze for a moment, but in the next second he was tightly hugged into his arms.

The heartbeat in his chest was steady and powerful, and the sense of space around him suddenly shrunk for no reason.

Probably really tired.

Bai Ting listened to the hoarse breathing in his nose, holding the idea of ​​dying comfortably, he grabbed the source of warmth with his backhand.

At this moment, he even thought about where to bury his own grave.

"Bai Qing, you lied to me."

"I hate people cheating on me the most in my life."

"Why are you being nice to me? What's your purpose?"

Gritting his teeth one after another successfully opened Bai Qing's eyes, but there was no one around.

It was pitch black.

"Bai Qing."

"Bai Qing?"

"Bai Qing!"

The young master shuddered, there was no light in front of his eyes, but voices were everywhere, roaring, whispering, hateful, screaming into his eardrums.

Quarrel.

He blocked his ears hard and ran wildly in the darkness: "No, I didn't lie to you!"

They let out a burst of wild laughter, and together with the wind, they floated by Bai Qing's ears again, like ghosts.

"You don't want to die, that's why you treat me well. Are you afraid that I will kill you?"

These words were like a long needle, pricking his little self-esteem.

He turned around and shouted: "You talk nonsense, I'm not afraid!"

Almost at the same time as his words fell, the overwhelming whispers burst into his ears, and one of the voices was like thunder.

"Bai Qing, I will not kill you, as the price for you to lie to me, I will make your life worse than death!!"

"I am grass!!"

Bai Qing jumped up from the bed suddenly, with cold sweat on his forehead, and within a few seconds, he immediately folded his arms and hissed.

Although it can't blow the wound.

After a crackling sound, he heard the familiar voice in his dream.

"Feel better?"

The little ancestor had disheveled hair, sunken eye sockets, bloodshot eyes, and a gloomy complexion.

The last hysterical words in the dream kept lingering in his ears, gradually overlapping with the boy in front of him.

Bai Qing's face changed suddenly with fright, and he quickly sat up and explained: "Chu Xiu, I didn't lie to you, I'm planning to go to Qiwumen!"

The young man paused, lowered his eyes, walked up to Bai Qing, handed him a cup of warm tea, and remained silent.

Bai Qing was very worried.

Tremblingly, he took the cup of tea and sipped it, but he couldn't help his mouth getting dry. He drank a long sip and drank not a drop. He licked his chapped lips and asked in a low voice, "Is there any more?"

He wished he could take the jug and pour it into his mouth.

The little ancestor took a look at him, and really brought the teapot over.

He suspected that Chu Xiu had the ability to read minds.

After replenishing the water, Bai Qing came back to life. He was half paralyzed on the head of the bed, and his blinking movements slowed down a lot.

Chu Xiu looked at him and said slowly:

"You almost died."

The high-spirited cries of the peddler outside the window wafted between the two of them in this quiet stall: "Newly baked buns! The skin is thin and the stuffing is full!"

Bai Qing held his breath, the air was a bit cold.

Chu Xiu's tone was too flat, he couldn't figure out what the little ancestor meant, and how he should speak.

Ever since the one-sentence blackening degree +10 that day, he felt that he was walking on a cliff in front of Chu Xiu, and if he took a wrong step, he would be in an abyss.

Bai Qing lowered his head and thought for a while, and decided to be a good boy. He raised his eyelids and glanced at Chu Xiu, and said softly, "Didn't you come here?"

He is so miserable, and if he is softer, the little ancestor will not embarrass him too much.

Chu Xiu fixed his eyes on his face, his straightforward eyes were like a lie detector, and he asked in a deep voice, "You think so?"

The voice was cold and emotionless.

Bai Qing sat up a little uneasy, wanting to drink another glass of water to calm his shock, the people around him immediately reached out and helped him up.

This action reassured him a lot, and he nodded hurriedly: "Fortunately, you are here."

The young man didn't soften his tone because of his words, and even his face became darker.

A few words popped out between the teeth.

"Then why did you run away when you saw me?"

...

Bai Qing was speechless.

Little ancestor, you just killed two people in front of me!And the look in his eyes is fierce, as if it will be my turn next, can I not run away!

At that time, Bai Qing's mind was full of one sentence: Chu Xiu reached the villain's ending ahead of time, and Bai Qing died.

In the silence, Chu Xiu's face became more and more gloomy.

The young master hesitated to speak several times.

The young man looked at him for a long time, as if he had been waiting for him to speak, but in the end, he didn't say a word.

Chu Xiu stood up abruptly and threw the teapot on the table. There was a loud bang, and the wooden table was shaken a few times. The remaining tea stains spilled pearl-sized drops on the table.

The sound was consistent with the black progress bar above his head, and the blackening value rose extremely fast.

Bai Qing panicked again.

He wanted to cry, but at the last moment when the little ancestor went out with a dark face, he covered his face and shouted to Chu Xiu: "I'm afraid you will look down on me!"

The old face is gone.

When Chu Xiu heard these trembling words, he stopped abruptly.

After Bai Qing said these words, he gave up everything, sat on the edge of the bed and continued to cry miserably: "Think about it, I am the young master of the Bai Mansion, a genius cultivator of Jindan, but I was tossed to this point by a few bandits."

"I lost all face, and you saw it. I am ashamed of my cultivation, and my ancestors of the Bai family!"

As he spoke, he raised his sleeve to wipe away the tears that did not exist, and when the sleeve wiped the end of his eyes, he rubbed them vigorously, creating a tragic scene of red eyes.

Bai Qing couldn't see Chu Xiu's expression, but he could see that the blackening value on the top of his head stopped rising because of his words.

The direction is right.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and continued to say aggrievedly: "Chu Xiu, don't tell others about this, I'm a good face..."

When saying this sentence, in order to let the little ancestor feel his sincere emotions, he deliberately leaned on the bedpost and went forward to pull him.

Also 'accidentally' kicked down a chair.

When the little ancestor heard the sound, he was already standing beside him almost instantly.

His face was still stinky, but his expression relaxed a little. He pushed Bai Qing back and said in a low voice, "I see."

Bai Qing took his hand, and the show was over, but he should really thank Chu Xiu, if it wasn't for him, he would have died in the wild.

He said seriously: "Chu Xiu, thank you for saving me."

The young man raised his eyes, and the corners of Bai Qing's eyes that had just rubbed red came into play.

If you ask Chu Xiu, he will probably say: Wet and pitiful.

The blackening value has dropped a lot.

Bai Qing wrote down another note in the small notebook: Chu Xiu's ears are soft.

Now he doesn't expect much increase in favorability, as long as Chu Xiu's blackness value doesn't increase, he will be thankful.

After the little ancestor calmed down, Bai Qing finally calmed down, and he was very hungry.

Must be very hungry...

He touched his stomach subconsciously, but the touch from his fingertips was a bit strange. The material was different from usual, not as silky as before, but it was very comfortable to wear.

Clothes were changed.

Bai Qing suddenly remembered the little kit on the previous suit, and his expression changed.