They Are Not Human! - Chapter 143

[Chapter 142 Rose Castle 03]

Wen Qing smelled the faint smell of blood on Sikong’s body.

He was stunned for a moment, thinking that Sikong was injured, opened his mouth, and was about to speak, but the smell of blood disappeared without a trace.

Wen Qing’s lips and teeth were filled with the rich fragrance of roses, lingering on Sikong from head to toe.

Obviously, Sikong stayed in the rose garden for a long time.

Wen Qing smelled it carefully.

There is really no other smell, only rose scent.

He didn’t think much about it, thinking that the fragrance of the flowers was too strong, causing him to smell it wrong.

Feeling that Sikong was touching his head, as if he was coaxing a child, Wen Qing’s cheeks were slightly red, and he quickly let go of his hand.

He asked slowly, “Is it you who was in the rose garden just now?”

Sikong hummed.

Wen raised his eyes to look at him, a little surprised: “So you are now the eldest young master of Rose Castle?”

Sikong responded, the corners of his lips rose, and his tone was gentle: “Yes.”

Wen Qing blinked, thinking, Sikong is In the words of the eldest young master, it means that the moody person Bai Tong and the others met was the second young master.

Thinking, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Asha just said that the second young master usually stays in the room, which means that there is not much chance for them to meet.

Sikong will definitely follow him out of the castle.

The second young master is moody, and the third young master has a little three-headed dog…

Because the person in front of him is Sikong, Wen Qing is very relaxed, standing in front of him with his eyes lowered and contemplating the advanced tasks, completely ignoring the smile on Sikong’s face.

Sikong looked down at him.

Wen Qing’s eyes were wet and red, her eyelashes were stained with a little teardrop, her long pressed eyelashes drooped slightly, and her fair cheeks showed a little red, looking pitiful and cute.

It was exactly how he liked it.

“Sikong…” Wen Qing raised her head again.

Sikong’s brows and eyes were half-closed, looking at the light smile on Wen Qing’s lips, the trust in his eyes.

Did you see Sikong so happy?

Then if he knew the truth…

just thinking about it, the smile on Sikong’s lips became bigger and bigger, and his excited fingertips trembled slightly.

He raised his hand slowly, fingering the tears on Wen Qing’s cheeks.

Wen Qing was stunned by his actions, took a step back quickly, and said embarrassedly, “I’ll just wipe it myself.”

“Don’t move.” Sikong whispered, pressing his left hand on his shoulder, and his right hand on his shoulder. On Wen Qing’s cheeks, thumbs wipe away tears.

Feeling the warm skin and fresh life under his fingers, he almost couldn’t control himself.

He flexed his fingers and wiped away the tears.

one more time.

Tears were wiped away, but Sikong was still rubbing his soft and tender skin.

The white and tender skin on his cheeks quickly turned red, and it was obviously rubbed out by someone, hooking the sadistic desire in his heart.

Wen Qing didn’t notice Sikong Hao’s abnormality until his strength became heavier and heavier, his cheeks hurt a little, and he couldn’t help frowning slightly.

The water vapor that dissipated under the eyes floated up again.

Wen Qing shouted again: “Sikong?”

Sikong came back to his senses, paused, lowered his eyes to restrain his emotions, and said lightly, “Sorry.”

“You have something dirty on your face.”

Wen Qing was stunned, thinking it was Similar to the zoo dungeon, he smelled of a three-headed dog or something, and Sikong was helping him.

Wen said softly, “Thank you.”

Sikong let out a low laugh, slowly retracted his hand, and gently brushed Wen Qing’s wet eyelashes with his fingertips, and said in a low voice, “Why are you crying like this?”

Wen Qing’s cheeks were flushed, and she whispered, “You don’t know. Yes .”

Sikong lowered his eyes and said softly, “I know now.”

The voice of this sentence was very soft, and Wen Qing didn’t hear it clearly, only two words.

He pursed his lips and continued to talk about what he wanted to say just now: “I just saw the three-headed dog.”

Sikong raised his eyebrows: “Really?”

Wen Qing nodded and said while gesticulating: “But it is only so Gao.”

“The eyes of the three heads are also black, not red.”

After speaking, he glanced around to make sure there was no one around, and asked Sikong in a low voice, “It’s a bit like the three-headed dog we saw earlier. , there is a little difference.”

“Could it be the former son or grandson, right?”

Wen Qing raised his eyes, looked at himself deeply into his boss’s dark eyes, and could not see his emotions.

Seeing that he didn’t speak, Wen Qing asked in a low voice, “Can’t you say this?”

Sikong responded casually.

Wen Qing snorted and said in a low voice, “That’s fine.”

He continued to ponder on his own , the more Wen Qing thought about

it, the more he felt that there was a relationship between them.

The little three-headed dog is playing with the ball, and the big three-headed dog might be playing with people.

And this is still a god-level dungeon… Shouldn’t Ji Yu be there?

Wen Qing was a little worried, and quickly asked 001 in her heart: [System, if it’s a three-headed dog, can I use the dog trainer’s halo? ]

001: [Hmm. 】

Wen Qing continued to ask: [But it has three heads, do I want to slap it three times? Or just any one? ]

001 said indifferently: [Any one, it just has three heads. ]

[Not three dogs. 】

These two sentences, Wen Qing heard 001’s tone was a bit cold, as if he was upset and angry.

Wen Qing was stunned, wondering: [What’s wrong with you? ]

001 sneered and asked: [What can I do? 】

Wen Qing is more certain now, 001 is angry.

He slowly said to 001: [I am different from you. 】

【I can’t hear what you are thinking, and I can’t find out that you are angry in time, let alone why you are angry. 】

Wen Qing said seriously: 【So if you are still angry, you can tell me. ]

001 was quiet for a while, and said to him: [It’s not because of you. 】

Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, and replied in a low voice.

001’s tone softened a little, and then said: [I’m fine. 】

Wen Qing was still a little upset when she heard 001, she mumbled vaguely, thinking to herself, if it has nothing to do with herself, she can still make 001 angry…

Could it have something to do with love action movies?

001: […]

[You do the task well,] It paused and couldn’t help but emphasize, [Wipe your eyes. 】

See who is who.

Wen Qing pondered the meaning of his clean eyes, did he mean his yellow eye disease?

Wen Qing stopped thinking about it and looked at Sikong.

Sikong stood aside and looked at himself quietly.

Behind him are two overlapping long knives, with a gloomy air-conditioning that blends perfectly with Sikong’s temperament.

Wen Qing couldn’t help but take a second glance.

Sikong glanced at the knife and asked casually, “Do you like it?”

Wen Qing shook his head: “I don’t like it.”

He had never been interested in this kind of thing.

Sikong chuckled: “It’s a pity.”

“These two knives are quite useful.”

“Madam!”

Suddenly, a girl exclaimed behind her.

Wen Qing tilted her head and looked over, it was Asha.

Asha ran towards him quickly, without running two steps, as if she saw something scary, her face turned pale instantly.

Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, then looked back and saw that there was nothing.

Sikong looked at Asha coldly, and his tone was still gentle: “What’s wrong? Asha.”

“What did you see?”

Asha knelt directly on the ground, trembling all over, and stammered: “I, I “…”

Sikong narrowed his eyes and asked again, “Have you seen the second young master?”

Asha opened her mouth and squeezed out a sentence: “Yes, I saw the second young master…”

Wen Qing stood in Asha’s place. Between him and Sikong, facing Asha, Sikong’s expression could not be seen.

Seeing that Asha was so frightened, he became more and more sure that Bai Tong and the others met the second young master, and even the maids in the castle saw his discoloration.

Asha knelt on the ground and continued: “I, I’m worried about Madam.”

After speaking, she raised her hand and slapped herself hard: “It’s all Asha’s fault, Asha shouldn’t let Madam mess around alone. Walk.”

“My wife has only been married for a few days, and I’m not familiar with the situation…”

Asha slapped herself fiercely as she spoke.

The delicate cheeks flushed instantly, and the slap echoed in the corridor, clear and loud.

Wen Qing was stunned for two seconds, then stepped forward quickly and stopped Asha’s movements: “Stop hitting.”

“I told the housekeeper that I want to walk alone.”

Asha made a move and watched with tears in her eyes. follow him.

Wen Qing lifted the man up and asked suspiciously, “I told the housekeeper, didn’t he tell you?”

“No,” Asha lowered her head, her voice choked, “Mr. housekeeper won’t tell us.”

Wen She froze for a while, then said, “I’m fine, you can do other things.”

Asha opened her mouth, and after feeling the gloomy gaze on the side, she quickly lowered her head and didn’t dare to make a sound.

Seeing her speechless appearance, Wen Qing became even more puzzled: “What’s wrong?”

Asha shook her head.

Sikong said, “Asha is your personal maid, just let her follow.”

Wen Qing replied and asked Asha to follow him.

Asha is very measured, not very close to them, keeping a certain distance.

Wen Qing glanced at Asha out of the corner of the eye, recalling how Asha looked like she had seen a ghost just now, and then turned her head to look at Sikong.

Sikong’s facial features are deep and his outline is sharp. There is no big change from his previous appearance. The only difference is that he is more emotional now. Wen Qing can see that he is a little happy at the moment.

Following Sikong through the corridor and out of the gate, Wen raised his head slightly, and saw that the sky also changed.

The gloomy sky has dissipated some of the dark clouds. Although there is still no sun, it is much brighter than the sky just now.

There are rose bushes planted at the door, and the rose petals are filled with water droplets, which are bright and dripping, and the green leaves are even more vibrant.

These plants are completely unaffected by the weather.

Wen Qing stood at the door, looked at the brightly colored roses in the distance, pursed her lips, and asked Sikong in a low voice, “Where are we going now?”

Sikong said lightly, “The gardener.”

“The new gardener who came a few days ago . It does n’t work, my hand is broken.”

Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, then glanced at the roses, the flowers were not tall, they could reach the waist, they would not have been broken.

Remembering that Bai Tong said someone had played the role of a gardener, Wen Qing paused.

He stood on tiptoe, leaned close to Sikong’s ear, lowered his voice, and asked in a voice that only the two of them could hear: “Because of the second young master?” The

warm breath brushed across his neck, and Sikong narrowed his eyes and responded in a low voice .

The next second, Asha’s stumbling voice sounded behind him: “Husband, madam…”

Wen Qing turned her head to look at her.

With a pale face, Asha said nervously, “You, your clothes are stuck with leaves.”

After that, she took a trembling step forward and reached out her hand cautiously.

At the moment when he was about to touch the corner of Wen Qing’s clothes, a hand moved faster than his.

Sikong leaned on his side, picked up the leaf stuck behind Wen Qing, threw it to the ground casually, and looked at Asha with a warning.

Asha froze and stepped back quickly.

After taking two steps, Sikong turned his head to look at Wen Qing.

Because Asha suddenly made a sound just now, Wen Qing distanced herself from him again.

The two were separated by half a meter.

Sikong moved his nose slightly, sniffing the fragrance of roses in the air.

He and Wen Qing were too far away to smell the unique sweet fragrance on Wen Qing’s body.

Sikong half closed his eyes and glanced at Asha.

Asha’s eyebrows were lowered, and she seemed relieved.

Sikong snorted softly, walked to Wen Qing’s side, raised his hand around his waist, and brought it to himself.

Wen Qing froze for a moment and looked at Sikong blankly.

Sikong slowly lowered his head, kissed Wen Qing’s earlobe in front of Asha, and whispered, “Be careful.”

Wen Qing swayed slightly and leaned against Sikong.

Sikong’s breath went straight into his ear, itchy and cold.

For some reason, Sikong felt a icy chill.

Wen Qing endured the discomfort and asked in a low voice, “Be careful of what?” Sikong looked down at his rosy earlobes

and hooked his lips: “Don’t let Asha find out that something is wrong.”

“Come closer to me.”

The lead infiltrated, Wen Qing couldn’t help shrinking her neck, and asked in a low voice, “How good is our relationship?”

He was a little puzzled, as Asha said just now that he had only been married for a few days.

Are you close to your eldest son?

“Yeah,” Sikong replied, his expression unchanged, and said in a low voice, “You are very clingy to me.”

“After all, I’m the eldest son,” Sikong admired the crimson gradually spreading on Wen Qing’s ears, and spit out two words in an understatement. The word, “Like a father.”

Wen Qing’s eyelashes trembled, and out of the corner of his eye glanced at Asha behind him.

Asha lowered her head, her face was still pale, and her hands by her legs were trembling slightly, which looked a little strange.

The action of being held by Sikong is a bit ambiguous and uncomfortable, and Wen Qing is not used to it, nor does he like it.

After hesitating for a while, he turned his head and said to Asha, “Asha, are you not feeling well?”

“Why don’t you go to rest first.”

Hearing this, Asha’s face turned even whiter and bit her lip. , shook his head again and again.

“Asha is not, not feeling well…”

Sikong: “It is her duty to serve you.”

Asha refused to leave, and Wen Qing had no choice but to be hugged and continued to walk forward.

There are rose bushes outside the castle. The flowers are very beautiful, but the thorns are very permeable. A rose has countless thorns, standing upright, with red tips. I don’t know if it was the original color or something else. Something got soaked.

Passing through a rose bush, walking to the side of the castle, there is a two-story cottage.

Before entering, Wen Qing heard the chatter inside.

“Miss maid, why do you have to hire a gardener every so often?”

“It’s because the rose garden is too big.”

“Miss maid, can you tell me what color roses adults like?”

“I wasn’t chosen last time. , this time for sure.”

These

are the heavy men’s voices, which can be heard clearly from a distance.

The voices of several people talking became louder and louder, and soon, another female voice sounded.

“Quiet!” She also raised the volume because the voices of the gardeners who came to apply were too loud.

“Young masters don’t like noisy people! I advise you to talk less!”

“And you, both forty and fifty years old, you are lucky not to be selected to be a gardener—”

Hearing this, Wen For a moment, do the maids know what will happen in the castle?

Asha hurried forward, opened the door, and scolded: “Lily!”

The maid in the house who was wearing a talking froze, turned around, and knelt down without even raising her head.

There was more than one maid in the house, as soon as Lily knelt down, the others also knelt down.

A few gardeners look at me, I look at you, and hesitantly knelt to the ground.

Wen Qing was stunned for a while, then looked at Sikong.

Sikong looked calm and said lightly, “Get up when you kneel.”

“Yes…” The maids stood up nervously.

The maid who was scolded by Asha just now did not stand up. She raised her hand and slapped herself a few times. She lowered her head and said, “Lily is wrong.”

Sikong glanced at her and said lightly, “Don’t make me say second. Over and over.”

Lily moved, unable to believe that she was let go like this.

Sikong glanced at the four or five gardeners in front of him, frowning slightly: “Is there only so many people?”

Lily nodded and said quickly, “Because I have recruited many people, this time there are only five people.” There

were five people in the room . There are four gardeners, four are very old, all over thirty years old, the last one is very young, wearing overalls, and his face is still childish.

Among them, the oldest gardener lifted the flowerpot behind him and said to Sikong, “Sir, this is a black rose that I have carefully cultivated.”

Sikong glanced at the rose, not even at the works brought by others, and looked directly at the rose. The youngest gardener raised his chin: “You stay.” When

these words came out, not only the little gardener was stunned, but several other old gardeners were also stunned.

The man standing beside the little gardener patted the little gardener on the back: “Don’t hurry up and thank the lord!” The

little gardener hurriedly bent down and thanked: “Thank you, lord.”

He glanced at Wen Qing, who was being held by Sikong, and added: “Thank you madam.”

“Your madam is so beautiful.”

Wen Qing said quickly, “I’m not his madam.” The

little gardener quickly apologized: “Yes I’m rude, miss.”

Hearing this title, Wen Qing was silent.

He looked down at his clothes, and said to the little gardener, “I’m a man.” The

little gardener’s face flushed, and he stammered, “Yes, I’m sorry, young master.”

Sikong laughed lowly and said to Lily. Said: “Take him down.”

Several old gardeners were led out of the hut by the maids, and the little gardeners were led back by the maids.

Wen Qing looked at the lace on his body, the hanging jewels, and then looked at Sikong beside him.

Sikong and his clothes are similar.

He lifted his eyelids, Sikong was still smiling.

It was the first time I saw Sikong smile like this.

Wen Qing pursed her lips and asked slowly, “Is it so funny?”

Sikong nodded, turned his head to look at him, and said with a smile, “I haven’t been so happy for a long time.”

Wen Qing froze for a moment, looked up look at him.

Sikong slowly lowered his head and leaned in front of him.

Wen Qing stepped back subconsciously, but her hands tightened around her waist and brought him to Sikong again.

Sikong stared into his eyes, pressed against the tip of his nose affectionately, with an ambiguous tone: “You will make me happier.”

“Right? Mother.”

Wen Qing was stunned, not because of Sikong’s behavior, but because of Sikong’s words.

This, this is all fucking…

After a long while, Wen nodded lightly: “Hey, my dear son.”

[End of This Chapter]