They Are Not Human!

Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled uncontrollably, dirty...

Sikong means this cloth is dirty? Or dirty?

Remembering that Sikong told him not to touch the dyed red roses, Wen Qing's face turned pale.

He lowered his eyes and looked at the red roses on the side of his eyes.

Similar to the color of blood.

Wen Qing pursed her lips and curled her fingers.

Will it be from blood?

He looked at Lily, who was kneeling on the ground. Lily was so frightened that her hands were shaking, her face was bloodless, and she was obviously scared of Sikong.

Wen slowed down for a while, then looked carefully at Sikong.

Sikong was also looking at him, with a faint smile on his lips, but there was no smile in his eyes, only a little interest flashed.

Like looking at something toy.

Wen Qing's eyelids jumped.

Sikong half closed his eyes, his eyes moved down, and landed on Wen Qing's red fingertips.

He took out the handkerchief, took a step forward, and said softly, "Mother, your hands are dirty."

Wen Qing dared to let him wipe his hands, so he stepped back subconsciously and stood beside the housekeeper.

Seeing this, the housekeeper took a step forward, stood in front of Wen Qing, and said lightly, "Don't bother Eldest Young Master."

After he finished speaking, he took out the handkerchief, lowered his head, held up his gentle hand, and wiped the pulp of his fingers gently.

The butler's body temperature is cold, which is somewhat similar to that of Sikong, Yu Xing, and others, but a little different.

Wen Qing instinctively bent her fingers, but did not struggle, letting the housekeeper wipe her hands.

The housekeeper said calmly, "Instead of getting your hands dirty, the eldest young master should take care of these dirty things."

The smile on Sikong's lips gradually faded, and he looked at the housekeeper blankly.

The butler didn't care, put down Wen Qing's hand and put away the handkerchief.

The air was extraordinarily silent.

The breeze was blowing, making the surrounding leaves rustle.

Wen Qing pursed her lips, and the air was filled with the strong fragrance of roses, mixed with a hint of other flavors.

He breathed slowly, sniffing the air.

After a while, I smelled a very faint smell of rust, which was fleeting, and only a strong fragrance of roses remained.

Wen Qing's face turned pale again, he didn't smell it wrong.

It smells like rust, it smells bloody.

Eat or not eat people, eat everything, but do not eat roses.

If red roses are stained with human blood...

Wen Qing glanced at the large red roses around her, and a chill rose from the bottom of her feet.

Sikong looked at him and said lightly, "Why is my mother's face so bad?"

Wen Qing clenched her palms and pretended to be calm and said, "It's windy, it's a little cold."

"That's it." Sikong replied in a low voice.

The next second, the wind stopped.

Sikong asked again, "Is mother still cold?"

Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled: "It's not cold."

Sikong chuckled: "That's good."

Wen Qing lowered her eyes, her brain spinning rapidly.

After a while, he took the initiative and asked Sikong, "Why did the last gardener cut off his clothes?"

Sikong didn't answer, but called Lily's name: "Lily."

Lily still knelt on the ground and said quickly, "He, he is clumsy, and the scissors for pruning roses are too sharp, so he was injured..."

Wen Qing nodded, made a look of believing, and asked, "Where's the little gardener in the morning?"

"What's the matter with him?"

Lily lowered her head and continued, "I don't know, maybe I saw some bugs."

Wen Qing's eyes widened: "Are there any bugs?"

After speaking, he took a step forward and said to Sikong, "I am the most disgusting bug."

Sikong smiled and said slowly, "Don't worry, mother, I will get rid of these little bugs."

Wen Qing responded and continued, "I'm going back to my room to rest."

Butler: "Yes."

Wen Qing lowered his eyes, covering the nervousness in his eyes, and walked towards the castle.

When passing by Sikong, his heart beat fast, for fear that Sikong would make a move.

Fortunately, Sikong didn't stop him, just stood there.

Sikong looked at Wen Qing's slightly flustered back, and let out another low laugh.

He glanced at Lily and asked warmly, "Is Madam smart?"

Lily nodded again and again, so scared that her voice changed: "Smart, Madam is smart."

Sikong smiled and said in a pampering tone, "It's obviously quite stupid."

"I'm just reacting now."

Lily didn't dare to make a sound and knelt on the ground.

Sikong looked at Wen Qing's back as he walked farther and farther, and said softly, "Lily, didn't I say, don't let Madam startle?"

Lily's pupils shrank.

Sikong raised his hand, and suddenly, with a pause, he met Wen Qing who suddenly turned back.

Wen Qing turned pale, stood in the distance and shouted, "Lily, don't forget my brooch."

"Remember to look for it."

Probably too nervous, his voice trembled slightly, with a slightly nasal tone.

It sounds a little pathetic, and it's cute at the same time.

Lily was so frightened that she held her breath, and after waiting for a long time, she did not wait for Sikong to do something to herself, and she carefully glanced at the sky.

The gloomy sky suddenly lit a corner.

Sikong stared at Wen Qing's back, and hooked his lips: "It seems to be quite clever."

***

Wen briskly walked to the room, his face pale in panic.

He knew that his acting skills were not good, and it was impossible not to be seen by Sikong.

He was betting on whether Sikong would expose himself.

Sikong didn't break it down, he still wanted to play.

After returning to the room, Wen Qing immediately went to the window and looked out.

Lily is still alive, looking for her brooch among the rose bushes.

Wen Qing closed her eyes and exhaled.

Sikong knew that he hadn't dropped the brooch.

Facing Sikong, he could not protect himself, let alone prevent Sikong from attacking Lily.

He could only say one word.

Wen slowed down for a while and sat down on the chair.

The butler poured milk tea for him and handed him a strawberry cake: "Ma'am."

Wen Qing took a sip of warm milk tea, and her hands and feet gradually warmed up.

He looked at the carving of the teacup and fell into contemplation.

The Sikong he knew was a good god, a **** who protected mankind.

This Sikong kills without blinking, and is full of lies...

The two are diametrically opposed.

Wen Qing was stunned and wanted to take this Sikong away from the castle.

Can he do it?

After a long while, Wen Qing decided to attack Xiao Jiyu first.

Xiao Jiyu is the best to coax.

He glanced at the rose bushes outside the window, which were endless and had no end in sight.

Xiao Jiyu is afraid to leave the castle.

Is there anything outside the castle?

Wen Qing asked, "Where is the gate of the castle?"

The housekeeper replied lightly, "There is no place for roses."

Wen Qing hesitantly said, "I want to go out and have a look."

Butler: "Okay."

Wen Qing froze for a moment and looked up at him.

There was no expression on the butler's face, and the blue light in his eyes slowly flickered.

Wen Qing thought he didn't understand what he meant, and said, "I mean, I'm going to take a look outside the castle."

Just like before, the housekeeper said one word: "Okay."

Wen Qing was startled: "Can I go out?"

The housekeeper nodded: "No one can limit you."

Wen Qing tilted her head and looked at the roses outside the window.

Where there are no roses…

He can't see now.

It looks far away.

Wen Qing asked again, "Is there any transportation?"

The butler nodded and said to him, "There is a stable in the castle."

Wen said slowly, "I can't ride a horse."

The housekeeper looked at him and said quietly, "I will."

Wen Qing: "???"

Is this to teach him? Or take him on a horse?

After a moment of silence, Wen Qing asked tentatively, "Is there anything else?"

"Yes," the blue light flickered faster in the housekeeper's eyes, and his tone was still indifferent, "I can hold you."

Wen Qing: "…"

"Then let's ride a horse."

You can go out, you don't have to stay in the castle all the time, Wen Qing breathed a sigh of relief.

He picked up the spoon and was about to eat dessert.

As soon as he looked up, he saw the vase in front of him and the bright red roses in the vase.

He pursed his lips and said to the housekeeper, "Throw this away."

After speaking, Wen Qing added three words: "quietly."

The housekeeper lowered his eyes and raised the corners of his lips slightly: "Yes."

Wen Qing didn't notice the change in his expression, and focused on the butler's hand moving the chair.

Wen Qing was stunned and said to the housekeeper, "I mean the vase..."

The housekeeper hummed and said lightly, "The eldest young master has also sat on this chair."

Wen Qing was silent, quietly watching the housekeeper walk out of the bedroom with a vase in one hand and a chair in the other.

Could even close the door.

Wen Qing retracted her gaze and looked at the strawberry cake by her hand.

The triangular new strawberry cake is topped with a few strawberries, and there is a thin layer of strawberry jam between the cake and the cream.

Wen Qing dug a small spoonful, and the strawberry jam slowly flowed down, rubbing against the side of his finger.

He stared blankly at the reddish jam on the side of his fingers.

Wen Qing lowered her head, licked it, and rolled the tip of her tongue to remove the jam, revealing her tender white fingers.

Somehow, he stuck out his tongue again and licked his fingertips.

Wen Qing lowered her eyes, not seeing anything strange in the mirror at all.

He's in the mirror doing the same thing, but faster.