Today I scare non-humans again [Unlimited]

"Did 'sober' mean this?" Klein was inexplicably horrified, "The characters in the movie gained their own consciousness by devouring other people's souls, and they still have a grudge against the director who created them..."

Alva took over the conversation: "Why do you feel like a white-eyed wolf? Without the director's creation, they don't even have the right to exist."

Jiang Heng's eyelashes trembled fluffy, like butterfly wings flying up and down: "The director... who will it be?"

The two who were still immersed in the conversation just now faced each other in a daze for a while, then looked at Jiang Heng blankly: "Director?"

"Hmm. The director is the root of everything, right? He created everything. Then, will he know the answer to the dungeon mission?" Jiang Heng raised his head, rubbed his ears and thought calmly.

"Ah? Yes, should it?" Klein was a little dizzy.

Jiang Heng was actually a little dizzy, too much information made his brain run at super speed, and when he calmed down, he felt a little dizzy.

He glanced at the darkened screen, rubbed his tired eyes, and yawned slowly.

After the film was finished, he vaguely remembered that he still had another film on him.

"Chris? What are you doing?" Alva was puzzled.

Jiang Heng took out the film labeled "The Final Version of the Story" from the system space, and handed it to Klein who was also at a loss.

"Film?" Klein lowered his head.

Jiang Heng nodded like a chick pecking at rice, and then yawned a little. He blinked to wipe off the tiny drops of water on his eyelashes, and pointed at Klein with his finger.

Klein blushed from Jiang Heng's sleepy eyes, and stuttered a little: "Yes, do you want me to broadcast it?"

Jiang Heng curled up his fingertips and nodded instead: "Yes."

Klein's face was as red as cooked shrimp.

Alva raised his forehead and kicked Klein: "Wake up, don't be stupid, hurry up and broadcast the film."

Klein staggered from being kicked, gave Alva a fierce look, and went to the projector to play the film.

Klein just put the film into the projector, and the entire projection hall was distorted, and finally turned into a vortex, swallowing Jiang Heng and the three of them.

"Chriss—" Jiang Heng's eyes were dark, and the last thing he heard was Klein's panicked cry.

"Master Chris? Are you okay?"

Jiang Heng opened his eyes suddenly, and the luxurious and magnificent banquet hall was displayed in front of his eyes.

A noble young man stood in front of him, asking about his physical condition with concern.

"Is there something wrong with you? Headache? Or—"

"I'm fine, Chebiel, thank you for your concern." Jiang Heng rubbed his forehead to recover, "I'm just a little distracted."

"Are you worried about the smugglers that the deputy captain said?" Chebiel looked at Jiang Heng worriedly, his eyes were as clear and blue as the water of the Aegean Sea.

Jiang Heng let out a soft "huh" and licked his lips uncomfortably.

Chebiel was attracted by the moist lips of the young master opposite, and he tried hard to restrain the obsession in his eyes, lest the other party be scared away by him.

The title of "Empire Rose" is really well-deserved.

Chebiel stared at Jiang Heng calmly, confused by the exquisite appearance he saw.

Black and soft hair, moist lips, skin as white as snow, and the most beautiful pair of black eyes, like the best obsidian mixed with stardust, the tiny rays of light are breathtaking.

The noble young master was wearing a slim-fitting gown. The black material set him off with a narrow waist and long legs, and his complexion was white.

Seeing that Chebir had been staring at him, Jiang Heng blinked his eyes in confusion, his eyelashes fluttered, revealing a tenderness and tenderness, which made Chebir almost turn red from head to toe.

"Chebir? Do you have any questions?" Jiang Heng glanced around, and subconsciously felt that he seemed to have been here before, as if he had been here not long ago.

But today is clearly the first day of the maiden voyage of the Hilt cruise ship, and he has never boarded this luxury cruise ship before.

Chebiel restrained his eyes in pain, and said respectfully: "I was wondering if you would like to eat something. The dessert at the dinner might be very suitable for you."

dessert?Jiang Heng's eyes brightened slightly, like a hamster who only found food to hoard.

Seeing this, Chebiel immediately wanted to take Jiang Heng to the dessert area as he liked, but his plan immediately came to nothing.

A group of young aristocrats swept away the dessert area, rushing over to Jiang Heng, scrambling to be the first to lift the exquisite desserts in their hands to Jiang Heng.

"Do you like sweet and sour cakes?"

"Sweet pudding with a smooth texture may suit your taste, would you like to try it?"

"Perhaps you'd like to try muffins with cherry jam?"

"The taste of handmade biscuits is also very good, and the shape is also very cute, do you want to choose it?"

Young aristocratic men and women crowded in front of Jiang Heng attentively, carefully protecting the small plates in their hands, and looked at Jiang Heng expectantly.

"I—" Jiang Heng said hesitantly, when the noble youths in front of him looked over eagerly.

Jiang Heng couldn't help but took a step back, trying to relieve the oppressive feeling brought by the expectant gaze.

"I want to eat small cakes, sweet ones, with small strawberries on top, and—" Jiang Heng stated softly, but suddenly got stuck for a moment.

He realized that he still had a lot to say next. There was a little rose to be drawn on the cake, the cream was just the right sweetness, and it was cold and delicious...

The image of the little cake he wanted to eat suddenly appeared in his mind inexplicably, accompanied by some vague, flashing pictures and sounds.

"Xiao Heng, don't always eat so much, be careful of tooth decay."

A tall and slender figure of a man appeared in Jiang Heng's mind, holding the small cake in his hand, and there should be a gentle smile on his face.

Who is "Little Heng"?Who is that person?

"Master Chris? Master Chris?"

Jiang Heng returned to his senses in a daze, and Chebiel's worried face appeared before his eyes again.

"You really don't feel well, so don't force yourself," Chebir said.

"You should go and rest quickly, there is nothing to attend the banquet." Others also echoed.

Jiang Heng was so sleepy that his eyelids drooped slightly. He forced himself to smile apologetically, and his soft voice was full of apology: "Sorry, did I disappoint you?"

The noble youths waved their hands again and again, and said categorically, "We are not spoiling the fun! We are delighted enough that you can come to the banquet, how can it be disappointing." After finishing speaking, they looked at Jiang Heng who was so sleepy that he was about to doze off. , while reluctantly looking at his distressed appearance, while reluctantly urging him to rest.

In the end, Jiang Heng gave in to everyone's urging and returned to his cabin to rest.

The soft carpet in room "706" made people feel relaxed. Jiang Heng stepped on the carpet with his bare feet and threw himself on the most conspicuous big bed in the room.

The body sank into the soft bed, Jiang Heng wrapped himself tightly with the blanket, and his head became more dizzy the moment his body touched the bed.

How can I be so sleepy...

Jiang Heng buried half of his small face in the quilt, and yawned several times in a row, so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes.

He rubbed against the same soft and fluffy pillow, finally couldn't resist the attack of drowsiness, and fell into a deep sleep.

"Chris... my dearest Chris... how nice it would be if you were real...."

A transparent figure slowly emerged in mid-air, the handsome man was half bent, he leaned towards his face, only a centimeter away from Jiang Heng's powdered face from sleep.

"My dearest Chris..." The man's whisper was like a sympathizer's whisper, he put his lips on Jiang Heng's forehead lightly, and kissed without leaving any trace.

"sweet Dreams."

……

"Master Chris?"

Jiang Heng opened his eyes and saw Chebiel leading a man standing in front of him.

"Are you not satisfied with your new housekeeper?" Chebir asked, frowning and glanced at the man.

Hearing this, Jiang Heng looked at the man behind Chebiel.

Starched snow-white shirt.Black tuxedo intertwined, stiff black trousers and shiny black leather shoes.

The man was neatly dressed and handsome. He stared at Jiang Heng with deep black eyes, filled with emotions he couldn't understand.

"Oriental—?" Jiang Heng looked at the man curiously.

Chebiel was slightly stunned, thinking that Jiang Heng was dissatisfied with this: "Yes, I think you should be more familiar with this kind of appearance, so I chose him as your temporary housekeeper, if you are not satisfied—"

Jiang Heng interrupted Chebir: "No, I am very satisfied, thank you, Chebir."

He showed two soft dimples towards Chebir, and there was a natural joy in his beautiful black eyes.

"He does make me feel very familiar." Jiang Heng said, and glanced at the man again.

"What's your name?" Jiang Heng tried hard to straighten his face, trying to make himself look more like a serious employer, but a cute little dimple still appeared around the corner of his tight mouth.

The man chuckled and bowed to salute: "My name is Kurion, Master Chris, hello."

……

"Master Chris, it's time for you to get up." A gentle voice sounded nearby.

Jiang Heng closed his eyes, gropingly pushed the source of the sound, turned over and shrank into the blanket, intending to continue sleeping indifferently.

But the voice still harassed him tirelessly.

"Are you finally going to get up?" Kurien looked at Jiang Heng who was sitting up with a smile, dressed him patiently and considerately, and helped him to straighten his messy short hair.

Jiang Heng was still fussing about getting up, he stood on the carpet with bare feet, and was about to walk to the bathroom.

Kurin reluctantly brought him back, made him sit on the bed again, and patiently put his slippers on.

"There is no carpet in the bathroom, the floor is very cold, you have to wear good shoes to go in." Kurian grabbed Jiang Heng's thin and fair ankle, "I told you before, don't you remember? ?”

Jiang Heng curled up his delicate toes and said nothing. After putting on the slippers, he immediately ran away with the slippers on.

Kurian watched Jiang Heng enter the bathroom with a gentle expression, then walked to the door expressionlessly and opened the door.

"Kurion, how did you get in here?" A blond young man stood at the door, followed by two men, one was a tall and strong Westerner, the other was a short and thin Easterner.

"Fake identities." Kurin lowered his voice and cut the long story short, "What are you doing here?"

"You fucking don't want to leave the three of us, just care about yourself!" the tall and strong Westerner said viciously.

"Alva, keep your voice down." The blond man turned his head and warned.

"Did I say something wrong? You don't want to break away from the status of a stowaway alone and refuse to save us!" Alva said angrily, but still lowered his voice carefully.

"Alva!" The blond youth warned.

"Did I say something wrong, Klein? Didn't he want to sneak away by himself? We were desperately hiding from the crew there, and he was enjoying the noble life here!" Alva said.

"If you are here to talk about this, then hurry up and leave." Kurion said indifferently, "There are three sets of worker uniforms in the first fire workshop on the E deck, you can go and get them, and I have also taken care of the identity , as long as it is recommended by me, no one will doubt you."

Alva's words stuck in his throat, and his rough face flushed red.

Klein sighed and eased the atmosphere: "We're not here to talk about this, Jill." He looked at the thin oriental man and gestured with his eyes.

Jill's voice was low and weak: "Culion, the deputy captain Tretter of the Hilt ship told the Merritt pirate the ship's sailing route."

"Tomorrow, they're going to hijack the ship," Jill said. "If they succeed, we won't be able to reach our destination on time."

Jiang Heng walked out of the bathroom, and saw Kurian's back blocking the door.

"Kulian, what are you doing?" He said, walking to Kurin's side.