Blood Race Little Milk Bag: I became a group pet by punching in

"Come and see Second Sister."

Bai Zhiyi was talking casually, and he patted the dust on the wall lightly, standing in the middle of the yard like a stone pillar, bathed in the bright moonlight, and suddenly had the illusion of being cut off from the mundane world.

"Too free recently?"

Bai Nianyou raised his eyes slightly, revealing those ruby ​​eyes, his rosy cheeks were so cold that there was no warmth at all, and his red lips opened and closed.

When she frowned, the aura around her suddenly became fierce, and she seemed a little dissatisfied with the answer.

Bai Zhiyi didn't know why Bai Xiaochen asked him to come over. In short, there should be some big moves. He tested Bai Nianyou, but the other party didn't seem to know.

I am afraid that this matter is concealed from myself and my second sister.

Something to do with both of them?
Is it about Lingjiu?
The boy hid his trembling palms in his pockets, and he couldn't help but clenched his fists, quietly covering up all the abnormalities.

He silently found a stone and sat down with his back to Bai Nianyou.

Just looking at the second sister, so be it.

sorry.

Bai Zhiyi touched the position of the eyes, the ability that he once hated so much, the eyes that he wanted to dig out many times, now came in handy again.

Misfortune comes where blessings come.

He stretched out his fingertips to gesticulate randomly on the sandy ground, his thoughts drifted to the distant past, dusty memories shook off the dust, and it was slowly unsealed amidst creaking noises.

……

At the same time, sea view villas.

Bai Siheng looked at Zhou Yuan quietly, he was leaning against a certain tree, most of his body was almost melted into the shadow, the dim light made that face somewhat blurred.

But there was a faint light in those eyes.

"What are you doing here?"

"Brother Heng, I'll go with you."

"What are you doing with your little arms and legs to make trouble, go back."

"Bai Siheng, I don't care what you want to do, you must take me with you. You have to dispel the doubts of those people. As your assistant, I must be with you. And can you handle those trivial matters?"

"Tsk, shouting by name and surname, it seems that I have noticed it, trouble."

Bai Siheng took a slight step forward, the corner of his mouth curled up in a bright and reckless arc, and he directly knocked him out by raising his hand.

Explanation?

Don't explain if you can do it.

Sometimes it's nice to be simple and rough.

Bai Siheng dragged it to a tree and tied it up, and by the way put things like the phone a little further away.

When he lifted his foot and turned to leave, his footsteps paused slightly.

There was a bit of complexity in his eyes, and he quietly retracted from Zhou Yuan's body from the corner of his eye.

The death of a Lingjiu is enough, maybe people like me should not have friends.

Sometimes even Bai Siheng himself is very surprised. With his violent temper, there should be countless people who hate him, but there are still people who like to be stupid so much.

Kyoto has never been a simple place, there is an undercurrent surging behind it, and if you are not careful, you will be swallowed up.

What is it that an ordinary person wants to meddle in these things?
Bai Siheng had a vague answer in his heart, but he was reluctant to believe it, maybe he couldn't believe it.

After Lingjiu's death, he didn't seem to have changed much, but in fact, he created a psychological barrier for everyone, refusing anyone to approach him.

Not only does he ignore everything in the outside world, he even gradually becomes moody.

The inexplicable pressure is so great that he can only frantically find someone to fight, or bury his head in the racing club to fight with others.

When fighting with more wins less, it is inevitable to leave some traces of fists and feet intersecting.

The fierce irregular racing competitions often left his fair skin with bruises and bruises. Occasionally, it was more severe and he broke a bone. With Bai Siheng's strong physique, he still needs to recuperate for a week.

If it weren't for his strong recovery ability, he might have to lie down for more than ten days and half a month to recover.

It can only be said that Zhou Yuan got to know Bai Siheng a little late.

It is undeniable that after Lingjiu's death, the word "friend" has long been insulated from him.

Bai Siheng could no longer accept any friend, not only because he was worried that the people around him would be hurt, but also because of the subconscious fear in his scarred heart.

He showed everyone that he was always arrogant and arrogant, like a steel bar that was too straight and easy to bend.

The words fragility and fear never seem to have anything to do with Bai Siheng.

He just habitually concealed the anguish in his heart, and there was no need to tell anyone about the pain he could bear.

He is neither a weak person who needs to win sympathy, nor does he want to get involved with anyone.

Moths jumping into the flames, knowing that they are suicidal, but unable to stop this behavior.

Bai Siheng had long been prepared to sacrifice his life. He quietly looked at the delicate and beautiful flowers carefully cared for in the hundred gardens. The lingering fragrance could not dissipate for a long time. He didn't feel dizzy at all. Instead, it had a refreshing effect. .

The green vine that came out of nowhere suddenly wrapped around the wrist, its delicate and weak appearance seemed to be reluctant to leave Bai Siheng.

"Let's go."

Bai Siheng looked into the depths of Baihuayuan, but he still didn't go in after all.

He made a self-deprecating arc, which is a bit hypocritical today.

Tick, tick.

A cool touch fell on his cheeks, and the man stretched out his hand to touch it, which was a little moist.

He looked up at the overcast cloud, which completely covered the moon with darkness.

Bai Siheng walked back to the place where Zhou Yuan was tied up, and slipped him to the guest room of the villa.

When he started chasing the wind and left the sea view villa, the rain suddenly became heavier.

It's raining again...

It happened to be this time.

I don't know if it was because of the heavy rain on the day Lingjiu died.

Bai Siheng is particularly sensitive to rainy days, and the weather forecast did not say that there will be rain tonight, so he felt an unreasonable uneasiness in his heart.

When passing the road near the beach, the sea is shimmering with the light of the street lamps, and the raindrops hit the sea surface with ripples, just like a grand drum concert.

Chasing the wind is an open-air racing car, and the material is completely waterproof.

Bai Siheng was not at all worried that the car would be damaged by water. He opened his eyes and stared straight at the vast night. The rain wet every part of his skin. Thoughts of revenge grew wildly like seaweed, but his rationality gradually became clear.

Silver-white lightning flashed across the window, like a sign before the arrival of a group of demons.

The rumbling thunder roared, waking up countless people who were sleeping in their sleep.

Xiaotuanzi was immediately awakened by fright, and the whole tuanzi curled up under the quilt aggrievedly, covering her ears with her hands, trembling with fear.

Tick-tick raindrops slapped the glass window violently, blurring all the outside scenery.

The door was suddenly opened, and the bright lights dispelled all the darkness.

When Lingluo came back to her senses, she found that she was hugged tightly by someone, and Bai Yuze's generous palm lightly patted her on the back, silently and gently comforting her.

"Not afraid."

"Woo, big brother."

Standing in the corridor, Bai Xiaochen glanced at the two doors that were wide open. He quietly took back the footsteps that he had passed by. He walked slowly to the window, and the swaying rainwater rushed towards his cheeks.

The dark sky seemed to leak a hole, and the rain poured down like a waterfall.

The ferocious rain spanned time, quietly replaying the past memories one by one.