The gardener had never seen the man.
From the outside, his looks were undeniably outstanding; but there was another kind of paradoxical obscurity over him, which made a certain quality of him more noticeable than his appearance.
When he approached with strides, the gardener unconsciously felt a blade-like sharpness.
It's like a gust of wind and rain.
The candle flame flickered suddenly, but it was about to go out. A corner of the man's cloak was raised behind him, bringing a gust of chilly wind.
The gardener subconsciously glanced at the main seat, and found that the twins had stretched their bodies, staring at the visitor. That look did not resemble the admiration and possessiveness they had when they looked at the young master—on the contrary, it seemed to be full of vigilance when they saw another beast occupying their territory.
That shouldn't be the way they look at their master.
The movements of the dolls stopped in unison, and they froze in place. The movement was like a pack of wolves suddenly staring at their prey, and the man walked towards them, passing through the pack of ferocious wolves, his jaw tensed, without saying a word—
He just held out his hand.
With one click, that hand circled the young man's back, and brought the person on the main seat into his arms. The young man's face was buried in the black cloak, and his head rested on his chest, still sluggishly saying nothing.
"Why," the man glanced at them with a calm voice, "you are too happy to speak when you see me back?"
The twins looked at him with green eyes, their chests heaved up and down, apparently their hearts were not as calm as they appeared on the surface. The younger brother couldn't help stepping forward slightly, as if to say something, but was held down by the elder brother's hand.
"host… "
He said slowly.
"Owner."
He bowed slightly, put his hands on his stomach, and saluted the man respectfully and gracefully. In terms of etiquette, no one can pick out his slightest mistake.
"you are back."
The gardener shuddered, and tasted some inexplicable cruelty from it.
He was keenly aware that the relationship between this so-called master and these servants was not good, but rather subtle.
Now facing each other, this wonderful tension is not like that of master and servant.
It's like... meeting rivals in love
He was startled by his own thoughts, raised his head involuntarily, and looked at the maid.
"We don't know about your return," said the elder brother among the twins, and raised his head again. "Do I need to prepare dinner for you?"
"unnecessary."
In this oppressive atmosphere, the man said plainly, "Just serve me tea."
The manservant was stunned for a while before realizing that he was being ordered. He picked up the tea tray with two stiff legs, and poured a full amount of tea for the unexpected host, almost overflowing.
The man only took a sip slightly. From the gardener's point of view, it's just a slight touch of the tea surface with his lips, just a touch of water.
He lifted the cloak in his arms, the young man's face was pale and eye-catching, his fingers were clutching one side of his collar, like a porcelain doll.
"Why is he so quiet?"
The master lowered his eyes and asked.
"The young master is just feeling unwell," the twins still answered with a calm expression, "so he took some medicine."
The master raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he found it interesting. He slowly repeated these four words one by one: "Unwell?"
The twins' smiles suddenly disappeared from their faces. The gentle and elegant mask just now flashed past like ripples of water. They looked at the master coldly, and their voices suddenly became sharp.
"You came back suddenly, did you prepare a birthday present for the young master?"
"What if you're ready, and what if you're not ready?"
The man asked calmly.
The twins flashed an almost hideous smile.
"Everyone who comes to the banquet must prepare birthday gifts for the young master. This is the rule you... set yourself."
Sweat dripped from the gardener's hands. He looked at the eyes of the NPC present and realized a fact that was about to happen—
"Go!"
His voice exploded completely, and he rushed to the door immediately, "Quick!"
The moment he opened the door, all the NPCs present moved. The accident happened in the blink of an eye, and the sound of plates breaking was repeated one after another, and the debris flew out viciously against the gardener's head, hurting the servant's arm.
The snow-white tablecloth was completely lifted by the dolls, and the restaurant became a battlefield. In this massive war, tables, chairs and walls became victims, the ceiling trembled, and a corner of the floor tiles was lifted. If it wasn't for the gardener and the others running fast, I'm afraid they would all be one of the victims right now.
This was the first time they had seen an NPC fight scene. To be honest, this scene compares the dungeons they have experienced before to scum.
What the hell!
It's the live version of Immortals Fighting! !
One enemy is many, but the man did not show the slightest sign of decline. On the contrary, his movements were swift and sharp, one palm at a time, knocking out the pounced doll. A corner of the cloak fluttered behind him, and he was still firmly protecting the young man in his arms. The knife, fork, and dinner plate had all become his handy weapons.
The attack of the doll is not to be outdone. They pile up high, almost like a mountain. The mountain moved, almost like a swarm of well-trained ants, ready to swarm forward and eat an enemy a hundred times stronger than itself.
The man tore the tablecloth away. The snow-white tablecloth fluttered away, forming a small barrier in an instant. The gardener didn't know how he did it, but when the knives and forks touched the supposedly soft fabric, he clearly heard the clanking of metal collisions.
The dolls attacked him like mountains and seas, and they all turned into children—they circled around him in vain, but they couldn't touch the man at all. In this roaring attack, the man didn't even move his hair.
Sure enough, they are not ordinary people.
The gardener thought to himself, becoming more and more vigilant.
The snow-white porcelain plate was blown up. With a sound of "clang", the twins drew out the delicate daggers from nowhere and smashed the flying porcelain plate into several pieces. They gritted their teeth, and black air from nowhere around them rose into the air, almost forming two small whirlpools, and the candle flame flickered on and off in the black air. They stood in the center of the vortex, trying to snatch the treasure from the master, but they were afraid of hurting the man and wandering forward, so they could only stand on the periphery, shouting angrily in a hoarse voice: "Give me back the young master! "
The man didn't answer, just let out a slight laugh. This laugh was similar to sarcasm, causing the twins' pupils to darken completely.
"You lost him."
"You can't protect him..."
The man didn't answer.
The twins took a step back, their eyes gradually turning red. They whistled, and in the sound of the whistle, countless dolls suddenly began to twitch and struggle.
They seem to be controlled by unusual forces, moving and turning on the ground, their furry bodies twitching. Obvious changes took place gradually. When the second whistle sounded, sharp fangs shot out of the doll's mouth, and sharp claws grew out of the palm.
The soft tail became a barbed whip, wagging left and right in the air. The round ears have turned into horns, and they are small on the top of the head. At this moment, they are more akin to demons crawling up from hell than innocent dolls for children.
These little demons howled and squeaked, stepped on each other and climbed up. Their figures are built together, like a big demon that is almost higher than the high ceiling. The huge black shadow stretches out its broad, fan-like hands, and ruthlessly grasps the man's neck.
At this moment, the gardener held his breath, almost thinking that the man was dead. This mountain of dolls is so tall that it is almost insignificant compared to the man. In the giant hand stretched out, each doll made of it bared its teeth, wishing to tear a few pieces of flesh from the man alive.
"-careful!"
The maid couldn't help shouting.
She is a player, and she is very happy to see this kind of NPC fighting scene. But there is no doubt that ending this war too early will not help them in any way. On the contrary, they can still have a little breathing space when fighting.
Out of this idea, she would rather remind the "weak". Although such a huge hand, the weak must have seen it.
Anyone who is not blind can see the threat posed by these dolls. The maid hopes that the man can temporarily hide and hide his power.
Besides, he looks so good-looking...
It is best to fight with the remaining NPCs after finding out a strategy. At that time, the casualties will definitely be greater than now, and it will be easier for them to complete the task.
"You can't win!" she said loudly, "One enemy is many, you might as well withdraw to the door first—"
But before she could explain, the man had already raised his head and met the giant hand that was pressed down. Without blinking his eyes, he put his hand on it lightly and playfully.
His hands are not small. However, in front of today's giant hands, everything seems much smaller.
The maid was a little afraid to look at it.
Their palms finally met, and the man seemed to use his strength.
"Boom!"
Accompanied by a loud noise, Toy Mountain staggered back three steps, still a little unstable. After maintaining his balance for a long time, he fell to the ground.
Compared to the opponent's majestic momentum, the man only used one palm, which was calm and not worth mentioning - one palm.
just one palm...
The unusualness of the NPC was fully displayed again, and several players felt chills down their spines. In the chaotic peripheral vision, something tugged at the gardener's sleeve.
The gardener lowered his head and found that it was a glossy gray doll rabbit with no trace of stitching from head to toe. It didn't show its demonic appearance yet, and its dark buttonholes were watching the people anxiously at the moment, and then beckoned them to move forward.
The players looked at each other, hesitating between believing and not believing. Only the female player looked at it carefully, and suddenly shivered slightly, and whispered: "He has a black spot on his neck, like a mole..."
The gardener was puzzled: "?"
"The one who was missing before," the female player compared, her voice getting lower and lower, "The kitchen maid who was with me—she is in this position, and she also has a mole."
Several people felt a chill down their backs. Immediately, the gardener wiped his face and said in a hoarse voice, "Follow it first."
If they were really their companions, they would be easier to trust than NPCs.
The gray rabbit moved its two legs quickly, leading the way ahead. It was followed by three players, gradually walked out of the hall, out of the corridor, all the way upstairs.
Stepping upstairs, it opened the door familiarly. There are scattered needles and threads inside the door, which is the doll room where Kou Dong was originally.
Only now, the dolls are no longer here. Only the gray rabbit suddenly started jumping up, its head bit by bit, as if it was guiding something.
The gardener looked at it for a while and asked, "Is there a loft here?"
Several people immediately began to search. They stepped on the table and chairs, touched the tops with their palms, and searched the ceiling inch by inch. The servant's voice suddenly rose, shouting: "Here! It's here!"
He still didn't dare to pull it away, he paused for a moment with his hand on it, and then quickly withdrew, "Come on someone, I'm too tall, it's not easy to push hard..."
The gardener heard his evasion, but he didn't bother to argue with him at the moment. He went forward by himself and pulled down the secret door that could not be seen at all—
Dust was everywhere. The attic stairs that had not been opened for many years creaked and were unfolded, and they were connected to the ground thinly.
The gardener glanced up, and his heart stopped suddenly.
... are people.
He saw a vague figure in white clothes!
Meanwhile, the war in the restaurant has finally come to an end. The man stood in it, unharmed, causing the twins' eyes to turn red.
"You are not worthy," their voices were shrill, "you cannot protect the young master—you have lost him!"
"How do you match?!"
"You don't deserve to touch him!!"
The doll's teeth creaked, wishing to tear him apart and eat meat.
The man's thin lips were slightly pursed, and he didn't care about them. He only silently pulled up the hood on his head again, embraced the person in his arms, and covered his face with preciousness, then turned his head and walked out. He wants to take this person away from here again, just like he brought him here quietly before.
Bright red blood slowly rolled down from the twins' eyes. They opened their eyes and ran towards the man regardless of everything.
"Master..."
"Master!"
"-enough."
Under such unyielding obstruction, the man finally spoke out.
He looked at them with cold eyes.
"He doesn't belong to you."
"Lie... lie!"
The twins clenched their fists and said loudly.
"He belongs to us!!!"
"He doesn't belong to you," the man said bluntly and calmly. "You are just his cage. You should have known that earlier."
However, the doll and the twins didn't buy it, and they still retorted fiercely: "Lie!"
"you're lying!"
The man's jaw tightened even more, and he stopped caring about the stubborn NPC. He was about to open the door when he heard another voice.
A very soft sound that seems to be blown away by the wind.
"Are they cages?"
"..."
The man's footsteps suddenly stopped.
"what about me?"
After a long silence, the voice continued to ask without getting an answer.
"Then what am I?"
It sounded so dry, like swallowing a sour olive.
"Answer me, baby—"
"Am I a bird in a cage?"
Ye Yanzhi stood stiffly where he was. The action of lowering his head seemed to have exhausted all his strength, and he did it with great difficulty and slowness. When his neck finally bent out of an arc, he met the man in his arms.
The cloak had been pulled down at some point, revealing a pale face inside. Kou Dong held a sharp arrow tightly in his hand, and also looked at him.
Ye Yanzhi knew that his acting skills were good. But now I realize that I will also be deceived by his acting skills.
"...you are awake."
Kou Dong affirmed his question.
"right."
Ye Yanzhi's eyelashes were as thick as ink.
"The arrow in your hand has only a 20% hit rate."
—Are you going to use it against me
"Indeed, it's only 20 percent," Kou Dong replied calmly, "so, it's not used to deal with you."
He flipped his wrist, and the arrow swerved sharply, the sharp butt pointing at his own neck.
"Azai, I'm not an NPC... I won't be only twenty percent."
he heard his own voice ask. He seemed to be separated, his soul was trembling, suffering and crying because this person really was Ye Yanzhi, but the skin was alive and independent, he opened his mouth uncontrollably, and spoke as usual .
"Now can you tell me why I am a bird?"
The author has something to say:
Kou Dong: I am a hostage myself!
Ye Yanzhi: ...
you are vicious!