The gardener had never seen the man.

By appearance alone, his features are unmistakably outstanding; yet there is another paradoxical haze that hangs over him, making a certain quality in him more striking than his appearance.

As he strode closer, the gardener felt a sharpness like a blade.

It's like a gust of wind and rain.

The candle flame suddenly flashed, and it will be extinguished. A corner of the man's cloak was raised behind him, bringing a chilling wind.

The gardener glanced at the main seat subconsciously, and found that the twins had already stretched their bodies, watching the person who came. Those eyes were not like the admiration and possessiveness they had when they looked at the young master - on the contrary, it was like seeing another beast occupying their own territory, full of vigilance.

That shouldn't be the way they look at the master.

The movements of the dolls stopped in unison and froze in place. The action was like a pack of wolves suddenly staring at their prey, and the man walked towards them, through the ferocious pack of wolves, his jaw tightened, without saying a word—

He just stretched out his hand.

In just one click, the hand went around the young man's back and brought the person on the throne into his arms. The young man's face was buried in the dark cloak, his head was resting on his chest, and he still sluggishly said nothing.

"Why," the man glanced at them, his voice calm, "I am too happy to say anything when I come back?"

The twins stared at him with green eyes, their chests heaving up and down, and their hearts were obviously not as calm as they appeared on the face. The younger brother's footsteps couldn't help but step forward slightly, as if he was about to say something, but was held down by his brother's hand.

"host……"

He said slowly.

"Owner."

He bowed slightly, placed his hand on his abdomen, and saluted the man respectfully and gracefully. In terms of etiquette, no one can pick out the slightest mistake in him.

"you are back."

The gardener shuddered, and some inexplicable taste came out of it.

He was keenly aware that the relationship between this so-called master and these servants was not good, but rather delicate.

Now facing each other, this wonderful tension is not like master and servant.

It's like... love rivals meet?

He was startled by his own thoughts, raised his head involuntarily, and glanced at the maid.

"We don't know about your return," said the older brother of the twins, raising his head again, "do we need to prepare dinner for you?"

"unnecessary."

In this depressed atmosphere, the man said plainly, "Just serve me some tea."

The valet was stunned for a while before realizing that he was instructing him. He held the tea tray with stiff legs, filling the sudden master with so much tea that it almost overflowed.

The man only took a sip. From the gardener's point of view, it was only a slight touch of his lips on the surface of the tea, just a touch of water.

He lifted the cloak in his arms, the young man's face was pale and striking, and his fingers were clutching the side of his collar, like a porcelain doll.

"Why is he so quiet?"

The master asked with his eyes down.

"Young master is just not feeling well," the twins replied with a calm expression, "so I took some medicine."

The master raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he was amused. He slowly repeated these four words word by word: "Not feeling well?"

The twins' smiles suddenly disappeared from their faces. The gentle and elegant masks just flashed by like a wave of water, and 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, what if you're not ready?"

The man asked quietly.

The twins flashed an almost grim smile.

"Everyone who comes to the banquet must prepare a birthday present for the young master. This is the rule you... set in person at the beginning."

Sweat oozes from the gardener's palms. He looked at the eyes of the NPCs present, and realized a fact that was about to happen——

"Come on!"

His voice burst out completely, and he rushed out 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 shattering plates came out endlessly. The fragments smashed the gardener's head and flew out, stabbing the footman's arm.

The snow-white tablecloth was completely lifted by the dolls, and the restaurant became a battlefield. In this huge war, tables, chairs and walls were sacrificed, the ceiling trembled, and the floor tiles were lifted. If it wasn't for the gardeners and the others running fast, I'm afraid they would all be among the victims at this moment.

This was the first time they saw an NPC fight scene. Seriously, this scene compared the dungeons they had experienced before to scum.

This is so special!

It's the live version of the fairy fight! !

With one enemy many, the man did not show any signs of weakness. On the contrary, his movements were swift and swift, one by one in the palm of his hand, stunned the doll who rushed forward. The corner of the cloak fluttered behind him, and he still firmly protected the young man in his arms. Knives, forks, and dinner plates had become his handy weapons.

The doll's attack 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 up and eat an enemy a hundred times stronger than themselves.

The man pulled the tablecloth away. The snow-white tablecloth fluttered and fluttered, 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 clanging sound of metal hitting.

The dolls attacked him like a mountain, and they turned out to be paediatrics - they circled around him in vain, but couldn't touch the man at all. In this whistling attack, the man didn't even move his hair.

Certainly not ordinary people.

The gardener thought, becoming more vigilant.

The snow-white porcelain plate flew over. With a sound of "dang clang", the delicate daggers drawn by the twins out of nowhere smashed the flying porcelain plate into several pieces. They gritted their teeth, and the black air around their bodies rose from nowhere, almost forming two small vortexes, and the candle flames flickered in this black air. They were standing in the center of the whirlpool, trying to take the treasure from the master's arms, but they were afraid of hurting that person and couldn't move forward, so they could only stand on the periphery, hoarse voices and angrily said: "Return the young master to me! "

The man didn't answer, only let out a slight laugh. This laugh was akin to sarcasm, teaching the twins' eyes to darken completely.

"You lost him."

"You can't protect him..."

The man does not answer.

The twins took a step back, their eyes turning red. They blew a whistle, and in this whistle, countless dolls suddenly began to twitch and struggle.

They seem to be controlled by an unusual force, tossing and turning on the ground, their furry bodies twitching. The obvious change happened gradually. When the second whistle sounded, the sharp fangs jumped out of the doll's mouth, and sharp claws were born on the palm of the hand.

The soft tail became a barbed whip, swaying from side to side in the air. The round ears turned into horns, and they were small on the top of the head. At this moment, they were more akin to demons crawling up from hell than innocent dolls for children.

The little demons were wailing and screeching as they climbed up on each other. Their bodies were built in one place, like a big devil that was almost taller than the high ceiling. The huge black shadow stretched out a wide, fan-like hand, and slammed the man's neck fiercely.

At this moment, the gardener held his breath, almost thinking that the man was dead. This doll mountain is so tall that it is almost worthless compared to a man. In the giant hand that stretched out, every doll made of it grinned, wishing it could 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 on the scene. But there is no doubt that it will not help them to end the war too soon. Instead, they will have a little breathing space when the fight begins.

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 spot the threat posed by these dolls. The maid hopes that the man can hide for a while and keep a low profile.

Besides, he looks so good...

It is best to have a fight with the remaining NPCs after finding a plan. Then, the casualties will certainly be greater than they are now, and their tasks will be easier to accomplish.

"You can't win!" she shouted loudly. "With one enemy, you might as well retreat to the door first—"

But before she could explain it, the man raised his head and met the giant hand that was pressing down. He didn't blink his eyes, and put his hand on it lightly and playfully.

His hands are not small. However, in front of today's giants, everything seems much smaller.

The maid was a little afraid to look.

Their palms finally met, and the man seemed to use strength.

"Boom!"

With a loud noise, Toy Mountain staggered back three steps in a row, still a little unsteady. After maintaining balance for a long time, he fell to the ground.

Compared to the other party's huge momentum, the man only used one palm, which was light and not worth mentioning - one palm.

only one palm...

The extraordinaryness of the NPC was fully displayed again, and several players had 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 shiny gray doll rabbit with no stitches from head to toe. It has not yet shown the appearance of a demon, and the dark buttonhole is watching a few people anxiously at this moment, and then beckons them to go forward.

The players looked at each other, hesitating between believing and not believing. Only the female player looked at it carefully, suddenly shivered slightly, and whispered: "There is a black spot on his neck, like a mole..."

The gardener was puzzled: "?"

"The one who disappeared 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 on their backs. Immediately, the gardener wiped his face and said hoarsely, "Follow it first."

If they really are their companions, they are easier to trust than NPCs.

The gray rabbit moved quickly on both legs, leading the way ahead. It followed three players, and gradually walked out of the hall, out of the corridor, all the way upstairs.

Stepping upstairs, it opened the door familiarly. There were needles and threads scattered inside the door, which was the doll's room where Kou Dong had been at the beginning.

Only now, the dolls are no longer here. Only the gray rabbit suddenly began to jump up, its head bit by bit, as if guiding something.

The gardener looked at it for a while and asked, "Is there an attic here?"

Several people immediately began to search. They stepped on the tables and chairs, touched them with their palms a little, and searched the ceiling inch by inch. The valet's voice rose suddenly and shouted: "Here! Here!"

He still didn't dare to pull it away. He held his hand on top of it for a while, and then quickly withdrew, "Come on someone, I'm too tall, I can't work hard..."

The gardener heard his shirk, but he didn't bother to bother with him at the moment. He stepped forward himself, and pulled down the secret door, which was impossible to see at all—

Dust is everywhere. The attic stairs that had not been opened for many years were unfolded squeakly, and were connected to the ground one after another.

The gardener glanced up, and his heart suddenly stopped.

...is human.

He saw a vague shadow in white!

Meanwhile, the war in the restaurant has finally come to an end. The man stood there unharmed, causing the twins' eyes to turn red.

"You don't deserve it," their voices were sharp, "you can't protect the young master—you lost him!"

"How do you match?!"

"You don't deserve to touch him!!"

The doll's teeth creaked, wishing he could tear him apart to eat meat.

The man's thin lips pursed slightly, not bothering with them. He just pulled up the hood on his head silently again, hugged the person in his arms, covered his face with dignity, and immediately turned his head and walked out. He's going to take this person away from here again, just like he brought people silently before.

Bright red blood slowly rolled from the twins' eyes. With their eyes open, they still ran towards the man despite everything.

"Master..."

"Master!"

"enough."

Under such unyielding obstruction, the man finally spoke up.

He looked at them, his eyes cold.

"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 stiffly and calmly, "you are just his cage, you should have known."

However, neither the doll nor the twins bought it, and still retorted fiercely: "Liar!"

"you are lying!"

The man's jaw tightened even more, and he no longer cared about the stubborn NPC. He was about to open the door when he suddenly heard another voice.

A very soft sound that seems to be blown away by the wind.

"Are they cages?"

"..."

The man's footsteps stopped.

"what about me?"

After a long silence, the voice did not get an answer and continued to ask.

"Then what am I?"

It sounded extremely dry, like swallowing a sour olive.

"Answer me, cub—"

"Am I the bird in the cage?"

Ye Yanzhi stood there stiffly. The action of lowering his head seemed to consume all his strength, and he did it very slowly and with difficulty. When his neck finally curved out of an arc, he met the person 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 looked at him as well.

Ye Yanzhi knew that his acting was good. But now I know that I will also be deceived by his acting skills.

"...you are awake."

Kou Dong affirmed his problem.

"right."

Ye Yanzhi's eyelashes were as thick as ink.

"The arrow in your hand has a hit rate of only 20%."

- Are you going to use it against me?

"It's only 20 percent," Kou Dong replied calmly, "so, it's not used to deal with you."

His wrists flipped, and the arrow jerked away, the sharp shank pointed at his own neck.

"Baby, I'm not an NPC. I won't be only 20%."

He heard his own voice ask. He seemed to be separated, his soul was trembling in pain and wailing because this person was indeed 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'm a bird?"

The author has something to say:

Kou Dong: I am a hostage myself!

Ye Yanzhi: ...

you are vicious!