The sound of water in the alley was still making a soft sound. Wendy's hands were trembling with coldness. She finally tied Qin Li's coat around her waist with her trembling hands. She endured the injuries all over and moved a few steps away. Lying on the ground was the broken and lifeless Tong En.
When she passed by, Qin Li quietly raised his eyes, wanting to look past Wendy's frameless eyes to see the thoughts in her dark green eyes, but Wendy sensitively turned around and met his golden eyes that had not yet faded.
"Qin, Qin Li." Wendy spoke weakly, saying only these few words.
Qin Li lowered his eyes and turned over Tong En. The white cloth on his body covered with dark red patterns had been almost worn out in the chase. One of his hands had also been removed, but one of the necks he was concerned about had been beaten. The hole was two fingers wide, and the dark stone wall could be seen through the hole.
The patterns on this body are the achievements of ancient mixed-race alchemy, and the neck must be the end of all patterns, functioning as a nerve center.
Wendy, judging from the current situation, should not be able to punch a hole with bare hands. So who is this person who is both familiar with alchemy and has extraordinary combat power? And why do good collections get out of control?
Qin Li thought like this all the way until Qin Luo led someone to find him, left the maze, treated Wendy's injuries, apologized, and cleaned up the auction venue. His eyes switched between Wendy de Vivare and Qin Luo. Everything around him felt strange.
Did all this start to change after going to Siberia?
Or will the kind of war that happened tens of thousands of years ago happen again? Or even worse?
In fact, he really doesn't want this, no matter what power and power, every time, he doesn't know how to deal with it, how to integrate into that "own" ethnic group.
No matter which world or ethnic group, there is always purpose, utility, and a sense of alienation everywhere. Now, even my sister can't see through it like she used to.
Or did he not understand it at all?
Should we continue to be as lazy as before, being lazy when we can and turning a blind eye?
Qin Li was sitting on the sofa in the backstage. Seeing the miserable state of the injured waiters, he wanted to pretend that nothing happened, but it seemed that it would no longer be possible from today on.
Moreover, Qin Luo's arrangement, even though he had been doubting it for so many years, she was still right in the end.
Qin Luo was not unaware of Qin Li's discomfort and confusion. Therefore, regardless of Qin Li's various hints that he wanted to talk immediately, and regardless of Wendy's obvious alienation, she turned to Qin Li and smiled, " Ah Li, can I have a few words with Wendy?"
Qin Li just blinked and said, "Okay."
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Wendy looked at the top of Qin Luo's head. She was lowering her head to tie a bandage on Wendy's hand. Her hair was black, bottomless black, slightly curled, and her slender hair was tied into braids. She looked both well-behaved and provocative. People love you.
But most of the beautiful things are dangerous.
During the entire bandaging process, the two of them didn't say a word. Wendy's injury did not give Qin Luo a chance to raise his head. Half an hour later, Qin Luo slowly rolled up the remaining cloth strips and watched Wendy hurriedly put on clothes and styled her hair, unwilling to leave anything behind. A chance for her to speak.
This will naturally not trouble her. Lois smiled.
"Go back to Marseille or go back to the mansion in Paris?" Qin Luo's clear voice seemed to have taken away the wind from Wendy, and Wendy's movements stopped unnaturally.
"Why, you are approaching me deliberately and you want to talk to me again?" Wendy turned around, all politeness and gentleness turned into wariness and indifference. "As for the serum, I won't reveal my attitude. I don't care how much you know about other things, but I will definitely..."
"Don't be nervous. I just asked you whether you should go back to Marseille or stay in Paris. What kind of serum it is and what its purpose is. I just wanted to test you because your father was also a customer of mine."
Wendy's eyes widened, just asking? How many people knew about the relationship between her family and Paris after she had hidden it for so many years... She had always told the outside world that her family was in Marseille, and if she could find out about it, she also found out about her father... Countless memories flashed through her mind, and she lowered her head and tightened her grip. Stare at the ground and stop talking.
How could there be no other purpose.
"Okay, Miss Wendy, it seems that sometimes A Li's tactics are really quick and accurate. I don't intend to fight with you anymore. Yes, my purpose has been very clear all along, which is to win over you."
Wendy suddenly raised her eyes, trying her best not to show the confusion in her heart, "Me? A nameless family with little wealth, no father and no mother, and my stepmother doesn't pay much attention to me. Miss August, you are so insincere, it turns out you are not big." clever."
"Victor de Vivare, your father, known as 'Old Long Stick', inherited the superb cooking skills from your ancestors, and he walked in both black and white during his heyday, but ten years ago you My father passed away shortly after returning from a business trip to Russia.”
Qin Luo didn't know when he took out a small notebook, with a joking expression, deliberately not looking at the girl who was being tortured, and read the contents word by word, "My biological mother died young, my stepmother is in charge of the house, and my father has passed away." He is a famous scholar and the once 'king' of European mixed-race society. Do you think you are simple, Violet?" Qin Luo closed the book with a snap and hung up the small lock, "Or you prefer Others call you a fallen star in French politics, the new king of a wealthy family, and a descendant of Orleans?"
Wendy's eyes met hers, and after a long time, she looked away first, "You've thought too much, it's past tense."
Qin Luo put his hands behind his back, clasped his fingers, and smiled brightly, "Well, since you think so, I won't force it, and I think with your father's criminal record, you don't have the guts to report me. Then. , From now on, you will still be my brother's classmate. This trip to Paris may not be very thoughtful. I hope Haihan will do it, but don't forget..."
Like a drowning person grabbing a straw, Wendy nodded hurriedly a few times, half-listening, picked up her things, and left Qin Luo as if she was running for her life.
Qin Luo looked at her hurried and thin back and smiled mysteriously, "Don't forget... to find an excuse in front of your aunt."
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Qin Li waited blankly in the old opera house on the ground. When he saw Wendy coming out alone, he went over to greet her.
"Are you okay?" Qin Li looked up and down without changing his expression, still feeling a little worried.
Danger is around us...
It's better to be careful.
"It's okay... I'm back to Marseille. I'll fly back to Kassel tomorrow." Wendy's face turned pale, but everything else was normal. She no longer felt embarrassed in the maze, but she had regained some of her reserve and calmness in the academy. , eyes behind thick lenses, a dark green covering all thoughts.
She smiled at Qin Li in a friendly manner, tightened her grip on lifting things, and strode out of the opera house.
Qin Li looked at her silently. Even if he leaves, he still needs time to sort out his thoughts, as well as Lois.
Late at night, Wendy was sitting on the bus, thinking about today's dream-like and script-like experience.
After all, she was too immature to actually go to such a strange appointment. She was really deceived by Qin Luo's innocent and harmless appearance at first. Sure enough, Wendy took off her glasses, rubbed her eyes, and closed her eyes. , Sure enough, there is no one in this world who can be trusted casually.
For so many years, you have relied on yourself, so what if Qin Luo knows? Wendy opened her eyes with cold eyes. The world is a huge machine. She is never willing to be the "raw material" of the machine. She also wants to be the "operator", but she also has her own way and blindly believes in those machines. People with unknown identities will only become flesh and blood in other people's mouths, just like my father.
Father... Wendy's eyes softened, and there was some lingering resentment in her eyes.
Ten years ago, a small villa near the Bois de Boulogne in Paris, France.
Eight-year-old Wendy was sitting on the roadside entering the woods, leaning against the fence, reading a book obediently. Victor Vivare, at this time, his once proud and beautiful blond hair, had become pregnant. Age has faded, and only the face full of fine wrinkles is kind and approachable. The deep-set eyes stare at the daughter for a long time, like thousands of invisible threads, hanging between the father and daughter.
"Wendy, how many times have I told you to let dad go out? The business in Russia is huge and can add a lot of things to your small laboratory and library!"
Victor was half embarrassed and half reluctant to persuade the little girl who insisted on blocking the intersection. In fact, he could just leave, but he would break his daughter's heart. To him, that would be more pure than eating for thirty years. The original long stick is terrifying.
"Héloïse said that Dad wants to give Wendy a new mother. I don't want to be someone else's stepdaughter, and I don't want you running around. I want Dad to stay with Wendy all the time. In the past two years, Dad has hardly come home to see me. Wen Wendy is very unhappy to be alone. I have to sit here and read all the books you don't let me read." Wendy raised her head and held back powerful threatening words.
Victor knew that his daughter was a bit spoiled, but this matter was too important. The invitation from the mysterious Russian arms tycoon Alexander Bunin was not something everyone could have. It might be a chance to revive the family. Good opportunity for business.
"Wendy." Victor tried his best to keep a straight face, trying not to think about his wife who had been sleeping for eight years in Père Lachaise Cemetery.
Seeing this, Wendy closed the thick uncovered book in her hand, jumped up, and shouted loudly, "I'm going to find mom! Aunt Lizzie! I don't want to see dad again!"
Wendy ran quickly into the small garden holding the book. Young Elizabeth Vandro hurriedly caught Wendy who rushed to hug her. She felt helpless and pitiful as she looked at the child who was playing tricks and did not want to leave his father again. Ke Duo saw that Wendy didn't even turn around to say goodbye to him. Thinking of her childish and ridiculous excuses, he always felt like her aunt was messing around. He felt upset, so he turned around and walked out the door.
Without waiting for a response, Wendy realized that her trick did not seem to have the expected effect, and her eyes were obviously disappointed, but she still slowly raised her head and looked at Elizabeth, "Dad... is gone?"
Elizabeth was silent, patting her back and stroking her little face with her fingers. She had dark green eyes, just like her sister.
"Just wait until dad comes back."
It was indeed his father who was waiting for him, but he was not his father.
In short, after Wendy saw him, she never uttered the word "dad" again, only "father".
His wrinkles that always concealed smiles and kindness disappeared, his skin was fair, his head of light golden hair was made of gold and gems, his smart and frivolous blue eyes kept turning, his broad and cool lines There was a faint smile on his lips.
Wendy raised her head, her eyes dull, staring at her father's young and unfamiliar face. She unconsciously leaned on Elizabeth and pulled herself back. Her father's young and handsome face made her feel boundless panic and a big hole in her heart.
She had never seen such a shining young father. She had dark green eyes and golden brown hair. Apart from his wide mouth, she had little resemblance to him, just like a stranger.
The inexplicable fear and alienation seemed like all the invisible lines between father and daughter had been severed.
"Oh, I think this is...my daughter? You, miss, are you Aunt Elizabeth? How are you doing while I'm out these days?" Victor grinned, flashing his white teeth at Wendy.
Elizabeth Vandro frowned, and her eyes slowly moved from Victor's young face to the enchanting young woman beside him. A woman's belly is bulging, as if she is pregnant.
Wendy looked at everything in front of her in horror. She had a terrifying intuition that this person was not her father! no! He will never be seen again!
