GBT Chapter 77

Jiao Bai returned to Lan Mo Manor completely unscathed.

It was dawn, the sky tinged with a light blue, the entire castle shrouded in a hazy halo, both eerie and mysteriously beautiful. He got out of the car at the iron gate and strode into the dense forest path.

The lush green leaves rustled against each other, the branches swaying down as if blown by the wind, as if congratulating him on escaping from the barrel of a gun.

Back at the small inn, Qi Yi Liao’s voice came from the phone, and the murderous intent surging in Chu Dongshan’s eyes was replaced by astonishment, but he didn’t stop pulling the trigger. However, in a split second, he moved the muzzle upward. The bullet grazed Jiao Bai’s head and hit the wall.

As Jiao Bai’s ears rang, Chu Dongshan kicked away Qi Er, who wanted to protect his master, walked towards him, patted his cold, stiff cheek with the gun, and left a warning.

“Boy, if you get close to Li Jue again, even if Old Qi protects you, it’s useless. I’ll still make you die miserably.”

After that, Chu Dongshan put away the gun, bent down and slowly picked up Li Jue from the ground, holding him like a one-of-a-kind, fragile treasure, carefully and preciously.

Jiao Bai’s thoughts returned, he pushed aside the drooping branches, and a thorn pricked his finger.

As a result, a piece of the branch’s leaves was torn off.

Jiao Bai crushed the leaves and threw them away. The children of large families are trained, so even though Chu Dongshan is a playboy in this comic, his reaction ability and skill are still excellent.

Chu Dongshan single-mindedly guarded Li Jue, wanting to take him out of the cage that imprisoned him, contributing multiple fight scenes to the comic, and ultimately dying under Shen Er An’s gun.

Tsk.

As Jiao Bai walked, he looked up.

Egg-white-like floating light was drilling into the gaps between the branches and leaves, not frantically or violently, but very gently.

June 9, 2024.

The first day after the college entrance examination, the horizon behind Jiao Bai was split by a golden line, and a large warm color rushed towards him, accompanied by a summer breeze mixed with the fragrance of grass and trees, his steps unconsciously became lighter. He actually had a feeling of coming home.

Jiao Bai entered Lan Mo Manor and saw the servants cleaning. They all stopped what they were doing, stood in two rows, and bowed respectfully to him.

“…” Jiao Bai quickly flashed away. He almost flashed to the corner, and felt that his behavior was not good, so he retreated back, and greeted everyone with a smile, “Good morning.”

Then he withdrew.

In the future, try not to get up early, he really can’t handle this classic scene from rich families.

Jiao Bai slipped away quickly, not noticing the subtle glances the servants cast at him.

The owner of Lan Mo Manor likes peace and quiet, so the servants usually choose a time to work, making as little noise as possible, and leave after they’re done, not staying behind. The number of times they’ve seen the young man hasn’t exceeded one hand.

Each time they were more surprised than the last.

Aunt Liu told them not to take the young man too seriously, saying that he wasn’t the young master and wouldn’t live there for long, he would leave sooner or later.

But the bodyguards valued him very much.

Moreover,

Although they had never personally witnessed the owner’s attitude towards the young man, seeing him so carefree and relaxed, as if he were in his own home, it was clear that he wasn’t being restricted.

Jiao Bai walked through several long corridors, heading towards his residence.

Aunt Liu came out of another corridor holding a deep blue, slender-necked vase, without commenting on the bloodstains on his clothes, nor asking questions, only telling him to go to the kitchen to get some soup, to clear his lungs and nourish his liver.

Jiao Bai was about to say that he didn’t want to drink it so early in the morning, and would wait until he woke up, when he heard her softly say, “Get a bowl for the Master.”

“He’s up?” Jiao Bai asked, yawning.

Aunt Liu glanced at him, her eyes full of clear resentment and blame.

Jiao Bai was baffled.

When he entered the room and found that the glass door leading to the small courtyard was open, and there was a blurry figure sitting in the small courtyard, the drowsiness on his face instantly disappeared without a trace.

Jiao Bai’s hand was still gripping the hem of his T-shirt, preparing to take off his clothes and go to the bathroom to take a shower, his mind was blank.

When he came back to his senses, he was already standing in the small courtyard, facing the man leaning in the recliner, and asked, “Third Brother, why are you here?”

No response.

Jiao Bai lowered his head and moved closer. In the rising sunlight, the most popular supporting character in “Broken Wings” was wearing an iron-gray shirt, his tie neatly and restrainedly tied under the collar of his shirt, his legs bent and stretched under his trousers, lazy and casual, his eyes closed, his hair lightly lifted by the wind, his eyebrows deeply furrowed, and the lines from his nose to his chin were deep and charming.

Old man.

Jiao Bai called again, “Third Brother?”

Still no sound. The person in the recliner seemed to have fallen into the bottom of the world, lifeless.

Jiao Bai’s waist and back unconsciously bent even more, and he stretched his hand under Qi Yi Liao’s nose to check his breathing.

His hand was grabbed.

A hoarse, low question came from his ear: “What time is it?”

Jiao Bai didn’t answer, he complained to himself.

Even if he suspected that Qi Yi Liao had ascended to heaven, he didn’t need to get so close to check his breathing, just look at whether there was a white border on the avatar on the list.

For the first time in his two lifetimes combined, his IQ had suffered a Waterloo, simply terrible.

Jiao Bai used his other hand to take out the phone from his pocket: “A few minutes past five.”

The ending sound that hadn’t yet fallen changed its tone. The hand he was holding trembled slightly, feeling a little itchy.

Qi Yi Liao was sniffing his wrist: “Too bloody.”

Jiao Bai: “…”

He didn’t know if it was his illusion, but he seemed to feel the lines and touch of the old pervert’s nose.

Did he brush against me? Jiao Bai thought strangely, frowning.

“There’s blood on my hands, I wiped it off casually, and didn’t have time to wash it.” Jiao Bai was about to break free, but the fingers on his wrist had already withdrawn.

Qi Yi Liao sat up, lowered his head and rubbed his temples, looking very uncomfortable.

Jiao Bai glanced at Qi Yi Liao’s avatar.

Only a small portion of the cat’s fur was still not white, its little head was drooping, its eyelids were lifted, its golden pupils were facing upwards, and some white was exposed underneath. Its expression was particularly aggrieved.

As if to say: You still know to come back?

Jiao Bai was amused by his own thoughts.

Qi Yi Liao didn’t stop rubbing his temples: “What are you laughing at?”

“The college entrance examination is over, I’m happy.” Jiao Bai coughed twice, “Third Brother, how long have you been sitting here?”

Qi Yi Liao stood up and answered irrelevantly: “Your small courtyard is cool, which is conducive to calming the mind.”

Jiao Bai twitched his lips, okay, this big castle is yours, you can be wherever you want. He followed Qi Yi Liao into the bedroom, looking him up and down.

Qi Yi Liao waited for him to finish looking before speaking helplessly: “Stop looking around, go take a shower, you smell like blood.”

Jiao Bai clicked his tongue.

In the middle of this summer, Qi Yi Liao stayed in a small courtyard where he planted a pile of flowers and plants, and vines climbed densely all over the wall, but he didn’t even have a mosquito bite, and he didn’t have much of a sweaty smell on his body.

Jiao Bai took clothes from the closet and was about to walk towards the bathroom when Qi Yi Liao’s shout came from behind: “Are you injured anywhere?”

“No.” Jiao Bai replied lazily, and footsteps came from behind. Then, he was turned around by the scruff of his neck, and his shoulders and back felt a chill.

The T-shirt appeared in Qi Yi Liao’s hand.

Jiao Bai: “…” This was just too sudden.

The lights in the bedroom were on, illuminating the bruise on his stomach.

He had severe dermatitis, and avoided even slightly strong light. This year, his dermatitis was better, but he still habitually avoided the sun, so his skin was very white, and the color was unhealthy.

That large patch of bruising appeared on his stomach, looking as if he had been severely beaten, shocking to the eye.

Jiao Bai didn’t immediately look at Qi Yi Liao, he looked at the cat first.

The cat looked at him expressionlessly.

Jiao Bai immediately shuddered, Uncle was there when he was kicked down by Shen Er An at the clinic.

Uncle must have told Qi Yi Liao about this. How could he have forgotten this? He hadn’t slept all night, and his brain wasn’t working well enough.

Now it was good. When Qi Yi Liao asked, he wasn’t honest.

Jiao Bai grabbed the T-shirt that Qi Yi Liao was holding, but didn’t pull it out, he tugged it towards himself: “Third Brother, I didn’t deliberately hide this injury from you, it looks serious, but it’s not… hiss!”

Qi Yi Liao’s fingertips rested on his injured area: “It’s actually not serious?”

Jiao Bai howled in pain, and a lump of abdominal muscles trembled, and his slender waist was shaking.

Damn it, of course it hurts when you touch it, I’m not made of steel.

Qi Yi Liao’s index finger and middle finger gently pinched, and pressed down twice without using much force: “Where else are you injured?”

Jiao Bai silently raised his hand that had been squeezed painfully by Shen Er An. Several of his finger bones were injured, turning bluish-black, and had been aching faintly.

Just now in the small courtyard, Qi Yi Liao didn’t grab this one to sniff, otherwise he would have shouted on the spot.

Qi Yi Liao raised his arm, his palm supporting the young man’s hand that was stretched out under his eyelids, checked his bones, and shook his head after a while: “You’re also capable, taking people out, and getting yourself injured.”

Jiao Bai was speechless.

Qi Yi Liao returned the blood-stained T-shirt to him: “Go take a shower first, and wait for me in the room after you’re done.”

More than ten minutes later, Jiao Bai came out of the bathroom after drying his hair, and Qi Yi Liao, who had also changed his clothes, was already waiting, and there was also a bottle of medicated wine on the table.

Jiao Bai’s whole body was sending out signals of rejection: It’s not necessary, right!

Qi Yi Liao pointed to the bed: “Lie down.”

Jiao Bai gritted his teeth, he lay down on the bed, as if he were dead.

Come on.

Jiao Bai’s impression of medicated wine was two words: terrible. Because he was always injured in his previous life, he had bought medicated wine many times, and rubbed it on himself. It hurt so much that tears streamed down his face.

The sister at the pharmacy said that it was useless if he didn’t rub it until it was hot, so he could only rub it while in pain.

Jiao Bai tensed his hands and feet, but found a cool sensation coming from his injured left hand.

It didn’t hurt.

“Wipe your hand first, the injury on your stomach needs to be cold compress, and apply the medicated wine tomorrow.” Qi Yi Liao pressed his slender finger bones.

Jiao Bai relaxed because it didn’t hurt, and his consciousness began to sink, and then float up again.

He could rub the injury on his left hand himself, couldn’t he?

Besides, did he need to lie on the bed to wipe his hand?

The bed was too soft, and Jiao Bai’s shoulders and back unconsciously sank into it, sinking deeper and deeper.

Qi Yi Liao said lightly: “Do you want your friend to come and live with you?”

Jiao Bai moved his eyelids: “I don’t know, I’m waiting for a call from the clinic, I’ll ask him what he thinks after he wakes up.”

“Can he live here?” Jiao Bai yawned.

“Yes.” Qi Yi Liao had a smile on his lips, “It’s good to have a peer to play with you, so you won’t be bored and run around in Lan Mo Manor.”

Jiao Bai looked at Qi Yi Liao, who was radiating the light of a bodhisattva as he treated his injury, and then looked at his activity level.

Then there was nothing more to say.

The old pervert’s activity level made Jiao Bai’s heart turn cold.

Just as Jiao Bai was about to fall asleep, he suddenly remembered something, and he woke up a lot: “Third Brother, Chu Second Young Master’s side…”

“He’s serious about your neighbor from your hometown.” Qi Yi Liao put the lid on the medicated wine.

Jiao Bai twitched the corner of his mouth: “Chu Second Young Master shot at me.”

“I know.” Qi Yi Liao rubbed the top of his head, “Go to sleep, and eat breakfast when you wake up.”

Jiao Bai opened his eyes, looking like he wouldn’t rest in peace even in death: “He thought I was going to push Li Jue downstairs, but Li Jue jumped off the building, and I pulled him back in time.”

As for Li Jue drugging and imprisoning Shen Er An, Jiao Bai didn’t say anything. After all, that involved Shen Er An’s self-esteem and privacy.

Although he was sure that Qi Yi Liao had already learned the general situation from his subordinates.

“Mm.” Qi Yi Liao’s hand, carrying the scent of medicated wine, moved down, brushed past the young man’s soft eye tail, pale cheeks, and landed on his slightly rounded chin, gently pinching it.

“Uncle believes in you.”

Jiao Bai closed his eyes, and quickly fell asleep.

Qi Yi Liao went to the small courtyard to make a phone call, he lit a cigarette and held it in his lips, and tilted his head slightly in the slowly rising smoke.

The blood-red clouds on the horizon reflected in his dark pupils, as if they were gradually soaking in.

After the cigarette burned out, Qi Yi Liao flicked the ashes in front of him, turned around and walked to the glass door, opened it and closed it.

The young man on the bed was fast asleep, a mosquito was crawling on his neck, but he didn’t notice it.

The mosquito didn’t know where it flew from in the castle, how many people’s blood it had sucked, its belly was bulging, it was very full, and its reaction was very slow. It was dirty and stupid.

Two fingers picked it up. All the blood it had drunk burst open.

Qi Yi Liao lowered his eyes, his gaze falling on the bright red on his fingertips, he raised his foot and went to the bathroom, washing his hands for a long time before coming out.

The person on the bed muttered, he turned over, his hand touched the phone beside the pillow, and groped to grab it.

The resentment in Qi Yi Liao’s eyes disappeared, he walked to the bed and pulled the young man’s phone out.

The phone was pulled out, but the pendant was still being held.

The young man’s fair fingers were hooked on the black keychain, the small key was clipped between his fingers, rubbing against it.

Qi Yi Liao looked at it for a moment without much expression, his throat moved, almost imperceptibly.

The next second, Qi Yi Liao lifted the young man’s back collar, caressed the bite marks that had long faded, and after a few moments, he slowly lowered his head, his lips opened, and there was a faint, hot gasp from deep in his throat.

It was like the roar of a trapped beast hitting the cage in the depths of a prison.

At the moment when Qi Yi Liao was about to bite down, his teeth suddenly stopped, only letting his lips brush past, he turned away as if with great difficulty, arched his back, his elbows pressed against his trembling legs, his hands crossed against his forehead, and blue veins popped up on his neck. He had no idea what was floating and sinking in his half-closed eyes.

“Re-strain…”

“Cage…”

Two voices sounded at the same time.

The former was the devil adding shackles to himself, and the latter was the sleep talk of a sleeping person.

Qi Yi Liao tilted his head, staring at the young man clutching the small key, and laughed strangely: “It’s yours, no one is going to steal it from you.”