They Are Not Human!

Wen Qing's body froze, and she slowly raised her eyes, only to see Sikong standing on the steps with a smile on his lips, looking at him gently.

It's obviously a gentle tone and a warm expression, but the bottom of Wen Qing's heart is fluffy, and her back is starting to get cold.

He pinched his palm nervously, and lowered his eyes quickly, not daring to look directly at Sikong, for fear that he couldn't hold back and could not act well.

Wen Qing pursed her lips, as if to greet Sikong in a normal tone, but stuttered when she opened her mouth: "Okay, what a coincidence."

"Yeah." Sikong lowered his eyes, completely ignoring Wen's slightly trembling voice.

His eyes fell on Wen Qing's lips involuntarily.

Wen Qing's lips were bright red, and the soft tip of the tongue was faintly visible between the opening and closing.

This human being obviously has no intention of seducing people, but every move, every word and deed, inexplicably involves their emotions and desires.

Sikong stared at Wen Qing's lips and remembered Yu Xing's words.

[You are so greedy, two sons are not enough? 】

【If Sikong sees it...do you think he will join? 】

Sikong disagreed last night, but now that Wen Qing appeared in front of him, he felt that the answer was yes.

Especially seeing the gentle appearance when he was kissed by Yu Xing.

Sikong half closed his eyes, countless thoughts flashed through in the blink of an eye.

I want to kiss Wen Qing, and I want to smash his soft lips.

Listening to the soft, wet and greasy grunt, I wanted to see the complex expression of pain and joy on his face.

Sikong's eyes deepened, and the corners of his lips slowly twitched.

Wen Qing didn't know what Sikong was thinking, he only felt Sikong's fiery eyes outside, his heart pounding nervously.

Even if he didn't know the reason, he knew it wouldn't be a good thing.

Wen Qing squeezed his palm tightly, his palm was aching, his brain was spinning rapidly, and after a while, he said to Sikong, "That, that mirror..."

"What is it?"

Wen Qing let out a breath to hide the nervousness and fear in his eyes, raised his head, and looked at Sikong blankly.

Sikong looked at his clear eyes, and his mind was full of those eyes that were full of affection and turned red.

He said slowly, "That's the relic left by my father."

"Mother wants it, so let me give it to you."

Wen lightly touched it, and the mirror was actually owned by Sikong's father.

Not Sikong.

Wen Qing remembered something he had forgotten.

If the three young masters came out of the mirror, they would first need the real Sikong, Yu Xing, and Ji Yu.

The three young masters were created by their father again.

The real owner of the castle should be stronger than Sikong, Yu Xing and Ji Yu.

is the fourth god.

Or... Sikong and their real father?

...

Wen Qing's eyelids jumped, his copy seemed to involve something extraordinary.

He couldn't help pursing his lips.

Sikong looked at his tightly pursed lips and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

"Don't you like that mirror?"

Wen nodded lightly and said slowly, "I'm not used to it."

"Can the mirror be taken back?"

Hearing this, Sikong gave a low laugh: "That's already yours."

Wen Qing lowered her eyelashes, as expected, Sikong was not going to help him with the mirror.

Sikong walked down one step and said lightly, "You can do whatever you want with your things."

Wen Qing was stunned.

Sikong said lightly: "He is also just a human."

"Humans are fragile."

"You can die anytime."

After speaking, Sikong slowly touched Wen Qing's hand and said calmly, "Just ask Asha what you want."

Wen Qing's face changed slightly, and she understood what Sikong meant.

Sikong wants him to kill.

Kill Wen Jing.

Wen Qing flexed his fingers, not daring to say more, and said dryly, "I see."

He cautiously tried to shrink his hand, and the next second, his wrist was circled by Sikong.

Wen said in a low voice, "you go to work first."

Sikong circled his wrist, did not let go, and asked casually, "Where are you going?"

Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled: "Go back to the room."

"Really," Sikong said with a chuckle, looking at his nervous appearance, "There are a lot of people in the castle recently. If you're bored, why don't you choose a maid with me."

Wen Qing's fingertips trembled in fright. Sikong's little one meant death.

He said slowly, "I'm not bored, it's fine."

Sikong asked again, "Then do you want to go see the flowers together?"

Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled even more: "No, no need..."

Not knowing what Sikong would ask next, he took the initiative to say, "I'm a little tired and want to go back to my room to rest."

Wen Qing tried to take a step up, and Sikong took his wrist and chuckled, "Since you are not used to the mirror in the room, why don't you go to my room to rest."

Wen light footsteps stopped.

Sikong only gave him three options.

It is safer to choose a maid than to look at human blood roses and go to Sikong's room.

Wen Qing pursed her lips and whispered, "I-I'm suddenly a little bored."

"Let's go pick a maid."

Sikong let out a low laugh and slowly released his hand.

Wen Qing exhaled, followed behind Sikong, and walked downstairs slowly.

This time, instead of going to the gardener's hut, it was in a parlour on the first floor of the old castle.

The living room occupies a huge area, with oil paintings on the walls and sofa seats in the center.

Sikong casually took the seat in the center.

Wen Qing paused in her footsteps, and calmly sat on the single seat on the sofa next to her.

A certain distance from Sikong, he relaxed a little.

"Master, ma'am."

A familiar voice sounded, Wen Qing raised her eyes and looked over, it was Asha and Lily.

The two stood in front of Sikong, Lily bowed her head and said, "The newcomer has just entered the rose garden, it will take some time."

Sikong responded, tapped the sofa with his fingertips, and instructed Asha, "Get some of the lady's favorite food."

"Yes."

Soon, Asha came back with cake and milk tea.

She put down the cake and made a cup of milk tea for Wen Qing. Just as she handed it to Wen Qing, she suddenly heard a deep voice: "Asha."

Asha shook her hands in fright and flipped the teacup.

Wen Qing quickly turned sideways to dodge, the milk tea was not poured onto her body, but all fell on the sofa.

Asha's face turned pale, and she fell to the ground with a plop.

Before she could speak, Sikong said lightly, "So careless..."

"Stained the lady's seat."

Wen Qing's heart sank, Sikong called Asha on purpose.

Dissatisfied with myself sitting here.

Asha's body trembled, her face turned ashen, and she stumbled and said, "Please, please, please punish Asha..."

Wen Qing took a deep breath and said softly, "It's alright."

He slowly stood up and walked towards Sikong: "I'll change my position."

Wen Qing walked to Sikong and sat down. He didn't dare to get too close or too far away, keeping half an arm's distance from Sikong's body.

Asha was still on her knees, trembling with fright.

Wen Qing said, "Asha, I want to drink black tea, you can get it."

"Yes," Asha quickly stood up and stumbled out.

She didn't forget to close the door when she left.

Only Wen Qing and Sikong were left in the living room.

Feeling the lingering coolness around him, Wen Qing flexed his fingers, so nervous that his heart accelerated.

The living room was extremely quiet, and he could clearly hear his breathing and heartbeat.

very nervous.

Sikong must also know that he is afraid.

Just thinking about it, Wen Qing felt a hand on her waist suddenly.

His body trembled and he almost jumped up.

Sikong asked knowingly, "What's wrong?"

Wen Qing whispered, "Yes, it's a little cold."

The next second, Wen Qing felt the hands on her waist suddenly warm a little.

Not only Sikong's hand, but the chill around him suddenly faded away, followed by heat, and the indoor temperature seemed to have risen several degrees.

It didn't take long for Wen Qing to get a little dry mouth from the heat.

He tried his best to ignore Sikong's hand, picked up the teacup, raised his head and drank a whole glass of water.

Wen Qing's movement of drinking water was hurried and nervous, splashing a little water on her cheeks.

He put down the teacup, and out of the corner of his eye caught sight of Sikong staring straight at him.

Wen Qing's heart tightened, and before she had time to do anything, Si Kong suppressed her hand.

Sikong held his hand with one hand, and slowly raised the other hand, put it on his cheek, and said softly, "Your face is wet."

"I'll wipe it for you."

When the voice fell, Sikong's fingertips rested on the water droplets and slowly wiped them towards his lips.

Wen Qing's lips cooled, and then, Sikong's wet fingertips pressed against his lips.

Sikong flexed his fingers, put his fingertips into his lips, and gently pushed them away.

"Your lips are also wet, mother."