[Black Butler] Ate that spider

Ye Qingzhou was running in the wind and snow, the contract imprint on the back of his hand began to turn red, and a burning sensation of being pressed to the flesh by a branding iron crawled along the nerves and covered every muscle in his body.

Pain mixed with anxiety, sadness.

That's not Ye Qingzhou's own emotions, most of this restless and gloomy feeling comes from Torrance.It's like there is an invisible thread that binds two people together through a contract.Through this line, he could feel the emotions of the child named Torrance.Even if I stay alone in the room, sometimes I can hear crying that only I can hear.

That child, even when he was laughing, was still crying in his heart, like a child who fell to the ground and barely got up and looked around but couldn't see any familiar people comforting him, with one hand on his broken knee, He covered his face with one hand and sobbed softly.Longing for someone's comfort, but the outer skin is laughing, like an angel living in heaven, the inner world is crying, clearly pretending not to let anyone see his sadness, but pitifully looking forward to something One can see through his sorrow.

Ye Qingzhou couldn't see through it, he just heard it, heard the cry of the child through this contract, and saw the smiling face of the child at this time, and felt sour in his heart.

Don't cry anymore, it's too noisy, brat!Laugh out loud at me!If you want to quarrel with me, wake me up with a smile that matches your appearance!

Torrance asked him what he wanted.

He replied without hesitation that he wanted Torrance's smile, a genuine, heartfelt smile.What he didn't say was, please stop crying, my lord.

"What's wrong with you..." Luka stood beside him, with worry in his eyes, he didn't know why Ye Qingzhou stopped running, and he covered the back of his hand showing a cold expression, his eyes were as cold as a snake , the bestial scarlet vertical pupils exude a hint of evil.

He is not afraid.At least he won't be afraid of Ye Qingzhou. Being used to other people's malice, he seems to have a natural way to probe into other people's hearts. Therefore, he knows that Ye Qingzhou has never been really angry even if the trouble is usually fierce, but this moment is different. It seems that A beast that was dusty in its body was awakened, struggling and roaring in its weak body, eager to tear something apart.

"Go back." Ye Qingzhou glanced at him, and there was no room for negotiation in his tone, "I will bring Torrance back, now, go back." After speaking, she ran in one direction without looking back.

As the snow fell harder and harder, Luca was stunned for a moment, frowning, and chose to return to the Torrance mansion.

Torrance in the cage was about to cry, no, he had already cried. He held the fence of the cage and sat down on the ground. Looking at such a familiar scene, memory and reality overlapped, tormenting his heart at the same time. past and present.

The man who hosted was Viscount Doyle. He just finished introducing how Shire is a bird suitable for collection and play. When the topic changed, he pointed to Torrance again, his voice raised an octave.

"Look, with hair as noble as gold, eyes as blue as the sky after the rain, and a face as delicate as a doll, this is the second item we present to you today, an extremely cute boy. The most worthy of praise What is mentioned is that this pair of teenagers and girls are in a sweet love, so they are sold in pairs. Think about it, how incredible and beautiful it is to collect a pair of lovers who love each other? Whether it is a toy or a pet It is a rare treasure!"

Feeling the disgusting Torrance's fingernails digging into the palm of his hand, it took all his strength to stop his urge to vomit.How much he wants to growl loudly, is it funny!You who treat other people's lives as toys!Do you know the sorrow of dolls!That kind of people. . .That kind of people. . .He should die like the old man!

Intense anger and fear engulfed him, his whole body trembled as if he was standing naked in the cold wind, his teeth were clenched, just to keep from making that shameful fighting sound.

"Sorry," repeated Charles, putting a hand on his clenched hand, breaking it open, and looking at the engraving on the palm, "I'm sorry to involve you in such a thing, but, on the basis of my family's Guaranteed by name, you will be safe and sound." Saying so, Charles stood up, although he was not tall, he still couldn't stand upright in the cage, his thin body was bent, and a part of his skirt was torn off (Torrance's masterpiece), it is a normal sense of embarrassment, which also makes many people in the audience laugh a lot.

But he stood still, and stood proudly.

"Viscount Doyle, let me say this, you are not worthy of the title of Viscount at all, selling innocent women and children as goods, whether you are a murderer or not, I can't just sit idly by and you will be punished There are penalties."

"What a stubborn little bird, tsk." The viscount smiled, picked up his cane, passed through the gap in the fence, and poked Charles' leg with all his strength. He fell into the cage with pain, anger on his face, and Alone without fear.

"It seems that I have to let you know what pet rules are..." He said such cruel words, but in a playful tone, he swung his cane and hit it again.

The cane was seized.

Torrance stuck to the cage, holding his cane, his palm was red from the beating, even though his body was still trembling slightly, he didn't want to let go, "Has your etiquette been eaten by dogs! The guy who beat a girl is still Can you be considered a gentleman!" His lips trembled, and he didn't know whether it was because of fear or anger, and then he gathered all the courage in his body and shouted: "You bastard, go eat...shit!!" After finishing speaking, he put his hands together Together, he grabbed the cane and threw it back at Viscount Doyle's face.

He didn't know when Claude would come, and he didn't know what kind of revenge he would suffer after angering Viscount Doyle, but he just couldn't do it!If a girl can stand up and resist, he, Torrance, will be no different!

Even if he is as cowardly as him, he still has the perseverance to never back down!

He took off his coat, passed it over to Charles through the gap in the fence, turned his head and said coldly: "If you are a lady, don't run around in torn clothes, and maintain the dignity of a lady!"

"Whose fault do you think this is?" Charles replied after putting on his clothes and sitting on the ground.

"Whose?" Torrance approached Charles and asked curiously.

The two of them chatted one after another like this, and sat on the ground relaxedly, as if they were not the ones who were locked in the cage and were about to be sold.

Life was but a larger adventure in which Torrance and Charles stopped and sat down on the ground for a while.

This kind of momentum completely frightened Viscount Doyle, he frowned and said angrily: "Look at your bodies..." Before he finished speaking, the candles in the hall were extinguished one after another, and darkness fell.

In the boundless darkness, only the sound of the body falling to the ground and the dying struggle can be heard.

"It's so late, you incompetent guy." Charles said coldly.

Torrance swallowed, is it Claude?If not?bring this dark. . .who is it?

At this moment, the wall collapsed, and the street lamps outside shone into the darkness. A man turned his back to the light and faced the darkness, his face was blurred, only his red eyes flashing ominously, gazing coldly at the people in the hall.One of his feet is still up. It seems that this is the tool he used to tear down the wall.

"Sorry," he retracted his foot, and said lazily, "My master is gone, have you seen it?" As soon as the words fell, he appeared next to Viscount Doyle, pinching him with one hand neck, lifted the person in the air, "Speak? Huh?"

The man whose throat was stuck struggled to grab his hand, and broke his hand with the strength that almost peeled off his nails, but it was all in vain.

"If you just kill him in front of so many people like this, even you won't be able to escape the guilt, right?" Sebastian said slowly after cleaning up everyone in the hall, waiting for Viscount Doyle to be strangled to death. .

"That's right." Ye Qingzhou made an expression of sudden realization, and threw the man out with a flick of his hand, as if throwing away something dirty, then turned around and looked at the man in his shirt, with his eyes still wet Torrance, who seemed to be about to cry, collapsed, together with the killing intent in her heart.Sighing, he tore open the impenetrable steel fence with his bare hands, and stretched out a hand, "Go home, master."

Torrance wanted to be reserved, especially since he had a quarter of a second to consider the option when he saw Ciel proudly emerging from the cage by himself.However, he really yearns for the warmth of that familiar embrace too much.

Go to hell with all the airs!Thinking of this, he threw himself into Ye Qingzhou's arms, hugged his deacon, buried his face in his arms, and greedily breathed the familiar breath.

I want your breath to fill every part of my body.

I want my breath to infect every corner of your life.From now on, we will never be separated again.

If the magic of the witch really exists, if God is really a little guilty of the many sufferings in my life, please fulfill my wish.

Hope we never part again.

At this moment, his wish, dream, and future were once again ignited.

Sebastian looked tired of Tolanxi who couldn't get out of Ye Qingzhou's arms for a while, turned around and opened his arms to Charles, "If you want to hug, please feel free to throw yourself into my arms. Of course, the young master is fine."

"No." Charles refused without thinking, then turned his face away and said softly, "Disgusting, sticky..."

Torrance looked up at him, with a mischievous smile on the corner of his mouth, quietly walked around behind Charles, pounced, hugged Charles in his arms, hugged and touched him again and again, and found the most comfortable position— — with his hands stuck around his waist, he hugged Charles behind his back, like a big baby bear — then rubbed against his face twice, looking at Charles’ bright red cheeks, he was in a good mood, pointing Ye Qingzhou and Sebastian said: "You guys hug each other too! Quick! Quick!"

Ye Qingzhou and Sebastian looked at each other, and there was murderous look in their eyes.

"If you dare to touch me, I will kill you." Sebastian smiled softly.

"As if I won't kill you." Ye Qingzhou sneered.

Seeing the reluctance of the two, Charles rolled his eyes and said indifferently: "Could it be that as a deacon, you can't even maintain the courtesy of satisfying guests from afar? Since this gentleman is so eager..."

"Which eye of yours sees my longing! The one covered by the hair, is it the one?" Ye Qingzhou complained.

Even Torrance couldn't interrupt his meager skill, let alone Shire, who had gone further on the road to the second grade. He didn't even change his tone, as if he hadn't heard anything. He said, "Then you will satisfy him, did you hear, this is an order!" Finally, his tone suddenly became serious.

Sebastian looked at him for a while, pressed his right hand on his chest and bowed slightly, turned around, looked at Ye Qingzhou with an expression like seeing a poop, pinched his nose, stretched out his other hand and carefully picked up Ye Qingzhou. A corner of Qingzhou's clothes, he looked over and over again, as if to see if this guy was dirty or not.

The corner of Ye Qingzhou's mouth twitched, and then he hugged Sebas in his arms, using the greatest strength, strangling hard, trying to break this guy's waist!

Is Sebastian the kind of person who will obediently suffer?He stretched out a hand, grabbed Ye Qingzhou's neck, tightened it, and tried to split the thing in two.

The two exerted strength at the same time, the process was extremely dangerous, but at least they seemed to be close.

"It's such a good relationship." Charles nodded and said as if something had happened.

Please call him True Natural Black Char Phantomhine, thank you.

The author has something to say:

Like the red flame of hell, he jumps violently, burns everything, tears the boundless darkness, and has the ability to unite and lead everyone forward; and like the blue flame of the ghost, burns calmly, does not give in at any time, and gives everyone Ciel who insists on finding the right direction.

Song of Red and Blue Fire.