Yan Zhou's brain began to spin rapidly.
feather? !
feather……
She recalled the "white chicken" feather.
When he took it out of the bracelet, Yan Zhou's face suddenly turned ugly.
The spiritual energy penetrated, and this feather... indeed had some vague connection with himself.
"Who or what are you?"
Fei had a mouthful of old blood that couldn't come up or come down. He held it back and tried to evoke an elegant smile:
"It's not convenient to talk here. Let's talk in private."
There are so many people coming and going around here, it is really not a place suitable for talking.
*
Painting hall spring.
Entering along the gate, big red lanterns are hung high, bringing warmth and light. As dinner approached, the restaurant was bustling with people, full of lively and peaceful atmosphere.
Fei was very close to the man in the restaurant and asked for a private room on the second floor.
Yan Zhou sat down and could overlook the entire street through the carved windows.
This location was the place they passed by when they first came to the underground city.
She turned to look at Fei, and it turned out that this person had noticed them from the beginning.
"...I've been here since I can remember. Maybe it's because of my racial inheritance. I know clearly that I don't belong here, but I haven't found a way out after living for so many years, until I met you..."
There was melancholy in his eyes:
"I just sensed a familiar aura from you."
Yan Zhou held up his chin, tapped his fingertips on the table, and asked a very core question: "So... what kind of... race are you?"
Fei:……
The word you were about to say just now was because you wanted to say something!
He lowered his eyes: "I admit that I am not of the same race as you, but we also have human blood. As for that feather...it comes from my body."
"I don't know what race they are specifically. Maybe after I go out with you, I can use my bloodline to find my fellow race."
The main body... bloodline pulling...
"Are you a demon?"
Fei raised his eyes in confusion: "What kind of demon clan? There is no such thing in my inheritance memory."
Yan Zhou rubbed his eyebrows and said, "It's nothing, just a casual question...Wait a minute! Your ability to throw feathers is not something you learned through inherited memory, right?"
Fei was silent.
It really is.
His inherited memory told him that if you want someone to help you wholeheartedly, give him the most beautiful tail feather and your wish will come true.
But apparently...
His black face had no effect on the person in front of him.
Feeling the very light red thread on the feather, Yan Zhou's eyes became darker: "Do you know that giving the feather is equivalent to unilaterally pulling the red thread, and here, same-sex marriage is not allowed!"
Fei nodded thoughtfully: "Of course I know. I'm not afraid that if you don't help me, I'll act as insurance. And you're a woman... aren't you?"
The insight attribute unique to his race allowed him to see through the other person's gender at the second glance.
Why it wasn't the first time... It was because the other party seemed to have used some kind of power to cover up his body, and he used some ability to penetrate it.
Yan Zhou:......
The disguise of spiritual power was easily broken... It seems that he has a lot of background.
That's all, she mentioned that same-sex people should not get married just because she wanted the other party to cut off the red line. It didn't really matter if she knew.
"I can help you, but you have to cut the cord."
"This...I'm afraid it can't be done now."
Yan Zhou frowned: "What do you mean?"
Fei said quietly: "There is no teaching in the inherited memory."
…
The atmosphere fell into an extremely embarrassing situation.
Yan Zhou inhaled, exhaled, and finally raised his hands to cover his face.
Disaster is coming, disaster is coming! It's all her fault for throwing the space bracelet into the space because of her stupidity.
Seeing Yan Zhou's regretful look, Fei lowered the corner of his mouth, feeling that he was being disliked, and added:
"It's not everyone. I'm not picky."
"I feel that you have a familiar power and a special space..."
His eyes flickered: "You can take me out."
Yan Zhou raised his eyebrows and asked, "Then I thank you?"
Fei shut up, he was afraid of being beaten.
After calming down for a while, Yan Zhou began to ponder the meaning of Fei's words. A special space... Could it be the Sea of Knowledge?
Her brows were slightly warm, and she couldn't sit still in the calm and composed Gudao in the sea of consciousness, and probed into Yan Zhou's thoughts.
Gu Dao: Yaoshou, after one sleep, my house will be rented out to others!
"Is this the only way? Why can't you use the same method we use to get out?"
Fei sighed: "My family has a special connection with the place of birth. As a small space, this place has been rounded off to become my birthplace... I am now equivalent to half of the people here, so your tools are natural Will treat me as an Aboriginal.”
"If you want to get out... you can only hide in a hidden space."
He looked at Yan Zhou, the hint was obvious.
Yan Zhou clicked his tongue, a little unhappy with this semi-coercive situation, so he said:
"It's just a red line. Anyway, I'm mostly celibate, so it doesn't matter if I don't care..."
Fei's face was expressionless: "It doesn't matter, but you have my breath on you. Maybe my people will find you as soon as you go back."
As he said this, he grinned as if he was looking for a good show: "Then, they will know that you are the one who started in chaos and abandoned everything."
"Click"
Yan Zhou pressed his hand hard on the table, and several cracks appeared on the wooden table.
The two of them didn't give in to anyone, staring at each other as if they were competing.
In the end, Fei took the lead to look away and said: "I swear, after you help me go back, I will contact my fellow tribesmen as soon as possible to find a way to lift the red line..."
Looking at the cracks on the table, Yan Zhou picked up the water glass and took a sip of tea, and said calmly: "You'd better keep your word...otherwise..."
The young man's yellow jade eyes were as if they were gilded at this moment.
"I don't mind cutting it off by force. Neither you nor I can get any benefit from it."
Fei's hand holding the teacup shook and he replied: "I won't break my promise."
Yan Zhou nodded, his expression calm:
"Then we have reached a consensus, but I will not let anyone enter a place like the Sea of Consciousness rashly."
Fei didn't know what the sea of consciousness was, but it sounded like it was that special space.
"how do you want to do it?"
Yan Zhou: "We need to sign a fair contract."
…
Following the instructions, Fei bit his finger and dropped a drop of blood on the yellow paper given by Yan Zhou.
The blood was absorbed immediately, and at the same time, he felt something was wrong all over his body, and a part of his body was faintly restrained by the person in front of him.
Fei was surprised: "What kind of contract is this?!"
Yan Zhou lazily said: "Don't be nervous, it's just a master-servant contract."
Fei:……
"Allow you to tie a red thread for me, but not allow me to sign a master-servant contract for you? There is a saying called courtesy."
The boy with black hair and yellow eyes was not in a happy mood, and he frowned and retorted.
Fei silently.
He finally realized...this person really wasn't an ordinary vengeful person.
Yan Zhou said coldly: "You don't have to worry about what I will do to you. I signed this contract simply to achieve stability and fairness in the transaction between us. I will terminate it when the transaction is over."
(End of chapter)
