[MTL, BL] The Top Streamers of the Horror Circle are Wild in The Novice Village

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Ten years ago.

The young man was wearing a school uniform, with a small pink face under his soft hair. Although his facial features were still childish, they already exuded an air of beauty and beauty. .

Although it is not very suitable to describe the appearance of fifteen or sixteen years old, it is not very suitable to describe it with pink and jade, but there are no other light words to fit him.

In front of him is a table of handmade small cakes, with strawberry cheese, matcha vanilla, and even regional black rock.

"You know that you have to eat it if you don't get it, right." The old man was wearing a white coat, holding a needle in his hand, and the thin needle sprayed a beam of transparent liquid upwards.

The boy nodded obediently, but still put a mouthful of strawberries in his mouth.

"This is the last injection." The old man picked up the young man's lotus root-like arm and injected the medicine into the young man's body. During the whole process, the young man did not respond, not even blinking his eyes. Those are a pair of pure and unsullied eyes, so good to see that it makes one feel guilty.

"Why don't you ever ask me what I called you?" the old man wondered.

The young man slowly raised his head and said calmly, "Because you are a good person."

"Oh? How do you judge whether I am a good person?"

"You give me a place to sleep, send me to school, and give me food." This is already a great luxury for homeless ghosts.

The old man is a good man to him.

"Then do you think those human beings are good people?" The

young man tilted his head to think for a while, and replied, "Some are, they gave me gifts and sent me to you."

Good-looking ghosts are also welcome.

The old man smiled, until the corners of his eyes were wrinkled with kindness. He fondly stroked the boy's hair, and the more he smiled, the colder he became: "Silly child, send you to me so that they will have a chance to live~"

It was too late when the boy realized the danger. The arm radiated a burning sensation around the pinhole, until the unbearable stinging pain spread all over the body.

The boy crouched and fell to the ground, his eyes were pitch black, and only the tear in his soul told him that he was still alive.

He gritted his teeth and swallowed the scream that was about to come out, his voice squeezed out of his teeth: "Why, what, what?" The

man's voice came from above his head like a spell: "It's too beautiful. It won't last long in the door, Wei Qing, remember to be a devil in the future." When

Wei Qing woke up, the room was still the same, and even the small cakes on the table were still the same. The only thing that changes is the surrounding walls.

The white wallpaper seemed to be corroded, and the remaining pieces of paper twisted under the black flames and disappeared in a short while.

And what was exposed below the piece of paper was an ice-cold iron pillar.

He finally saw the whole picture of the "new home".

After ten minutes of silence...

"It turned out to be a cage." Wei Qing murmured.