Murder God Chapter 29
byChapter 29 029 Dinner.
Chapter 29
Jian Zhi could no longer remember how many lies Ye Chenzhi had coaxed him into telling.
His last memory lingered on the bunch of tentacles that picked him up from the dressing table, and he happily wanted to go into the bathroom to help him take a bath, but Ye Chenzhi threw him away. He reluctantly circled twice in mid-air and slowly disappeared.
The pillows are soft and the bedding is fine. The Jian family’s manor focuses on enjoyment. Everything is arranged just right, which is quite corrosive to one’s will.
The curtains were now tightly drawn, and only a little light leaked through the gaps, casting a few spots of light on the birch floor.
Jian Zhi’s hands were so sore that he couldn’t even lift them up. Fragments of memories crept into his mind, awakening his fuzzy thinking.
The stained mirror tied his wrists with tentacles, pulled him up, and sat on his knees on the dressing table, forcing him to reveal everything to Ye Chenzhi.
“…”
His face burned, and he couldn’t help but curse.
“Damn, crazy.”
My voice is also mute, so I might as well not scold and save some energy.
Ye Chenzhi leaned over from the side, held him in his arms, and put his ear against his: “Why do you curse as soon as you wake up?”
“…”
Forget that this person doesn’t have to sleep.
Jian Zhi wanted to kick him down, but his legs were sore.
Thinking about what happened when he wanted to kick Ye Chen yesterday… Jian Zhi gave up again and said instead: “Get off my bed.”
Ye Chenzhi laughed obviously: “It’s so quick to fall out.”
He leaned against Jian Zhi’s ear and repeated word for word what he said yesterday:
“Didn’t you say you want me to hold you to sleep?”
Jian Zhi automatically ignored his words: “Give me a cure and get rid of all these messy things. I’ll go there later…”
“What are you going to do?” Ye Chenzhi put his hand on his waist, and the fine warmth spread to it, making it a little itchy, which relieved a little of the soreness.
“There is a dinner at the Round Table, and I will go to it.”
Jian Zhi paused for a moment and then told him:
“I killed the head of the family.”
Ye Chenzhi glanced at him in surprise, as if he didn’t expect it: “Then you move very quickly.”
“Don’t pretend,” Jian Zhi said, “didn’t you already know this?”
“It depends on what you said,” Ye Chenzhi helped him erase almost all the marks on his body, leaving only a hickey on his lower waist, “you made me sound like a bad person.”
“If you don’t know, what did you do back yesterday?”
Jian Zhi picked up a bathrobe from the back of the chair and put it on casually, exposing a large area of skin when walking. The cold white color made Ye Chenzhi unable to take his eyes away, and it looked like he was not wearing anything at all.
“There’s another one here.”
He was standing in front of the mirror in the cloakroom, his shirt buttoned up, looking at himself carefully.
Don’t worry about what’s behind the waist, since others can’t see it anyway. If Ye Chenzhi wants to keep it, just let him keep it.
“This one on my neck is too conspicuous.”
He called out, but Ye Chenzhi didn’t respond. He came out of the cloakroom again, and before he could reach the door, he was pushed into his arms by someone waiting for him. Ye Chenzhi pressed against him and rubbed the named hickey.
“Eliminate.” Jian Zhi said.
Ye Chenzhi kissed him again: “No.”
If he had just regarded Jian Zhi as an ordinary human being before, whether it was kissing or marking him, it was just the god who wanted to monopolize his family, but yesterday, when Jian Zhi said that he wanted to run away with him, he really felt that something had caught him.
It doesn’t matter whether it’s true love, falsehood, or expediency.
He wanted to believe it all.
“Just keep one, okay?” he whispered, “They all like you.”
Jian Zhi went to the Round Table dinner party, which was like a sheep entering a tiger’s mouth.
He had seen with his own eyes their selfish desires and the way they looked at him.
Everything made him want to go on a killing spree.
It’s just that it’s not allowed.
Jian Zhi would not allow him to let them die so easily.
He wants them to lose what they care about most one by one, and then die in despair after seeing hope.
Just like the old man from the Jian family.
Ye Chenzhi respected his idea, so he had to stop and follow his plan, using this group of people as stepping stones. While sending Jian Zhi straight to the top, he planned with him how to lure out the “thing” that sent them here.
Since it appeared on the kitten once that night, “it” has never appeared again.
“I know you want to know more about this world and also want to draw ‘it’ out,” Ye Chenzhili straightened his collar, “…just think of it as my selfishness.”
Jian Zhi looked at him speechlessly and said, “Let it snow, now.”
It is late autumn, and most of the branches are already bare except for those evergreen tree species.
The wind is blowing and the temperature has dropped, but it’s still far from snowing.
But Ye Chenzhi didn’t care about that much.
What does the natural climate have to do with him? If Jian Zhi asks him to do it, he will do it.
A layer of frost quickly formed on the glass windows, followed by a suddenly gloomy sky and falling snowflakes.
Jian Zhi was aroused by the sudden drop in temperature, and goosebumps appeared on his skin. He opened the closet, took out a wool vest, put it on the middle of his suit, and commented: “In ancient times, you were a fool.”
“Isn’t it normal for a beauty with a fortune to smile?” Ye Chenzhi smiled, his eyes full of affection, softening his brows, “Besides, I haven’t spent any money yet.”
Jian Zhi tied a scarf around his neck. It was dark brown and made of cashmere. It surrounded his face and made his chin pointy, making him look a bit thin.
“I’m leaving.”
Ye Chenzhi looked at his back and couldn’t help but smile deeper when he thought about it.
When it snows, you can wear a scarf to cover up that hickey.
He was in an exceptionally good mood.
It felt like someone had stuffed me with candy.
The dinner of the Round Table was grand and the venue was set at the Golden Palace in District 1.
Many years ago, that place used to be the territory of the royal city. From the exterior to the interior, everything was gorgeous and complicated, demonstrating the highest standards of the Federation.
This extremely symbolic place only hosts the Federation Celebration at the end of each year.
Now, the Round Table is just a dinner party, and the venue is chosen in the Golden Palace, and the ambition is obvious.
Their control over the federation is also clearly revealed.
It seemed like a clear hint that all ambitious and capable people in the federation should gather together.
Even for this dinner, you can enter the venue after evaluation without an invitation letter.
Jian Zhi was mentally prepared before arriving at the scene.
There would probably be many people he didn’t want to see at this dinner party.
What I didn’t expect was that it would come so quickly.
As soon as he got out of the car, before the driver could close the door, a hand stretched out from the side.
The joints are long, there are thick calluses on the fingertips, and there are two scars on the back of the hand.
“Jian Fang.”
Jian Zhi avoided him and had no intention of giving him this face.
“Are you done yet?”
“Xiao Zhi, brother knows he is wrong,” Jian Fang followed him, walking half a step behind him, “As long as you are willing to pay attention to me, I am willing to do anything.”
Jian Zhi glanced at him, suddenly smiled, and raised his chin: “Do you want to stab Cyril?”
Jian Fang was stunned for a moment, his reason told him that this would never work.
Today is the dinner of the Round Table. If he stabs Cyril, he will risk half his life. Something has happened to the Jian family now. Whether they are willing to protect him is another matter.
But there was another voice in his head.
Quietly, bewitch him in a very low voice, just stab him once, and don’t ask you to kill him. Just run away after stabbing him without anyone noticing.
Jian Zhi’s smile deepened a little, and she put her fingers on his arm: “Think about it, brother.”
Jian Fang’s rationality went offline. As if he had done it countless times before, he protected his younger brother into the scene and promised in a low voice: “Okay, tell me when you need it.”
The Golden Palace is magnificent and magnificent. The dome is so high that people almost ignore its existence. A huge crystal chandelier hangs in the center, hanging layer by layer, reflecting fine and dazzling light.
There are light-colored murals painted on the inside of the dome. Gods who don’t know where they come from are looming among the clouds and mist. When reflected by the light, they seem to be moving slowly.
The entire hall was bright and gorgeous, with the smell of perfume and wine floating in the air, and the low voices and the crisp sounds of glasses clinking together.
In the center is a prepared bar table, with waiters dressed in it, holding trays and handing wine glasses to the guests, so that they can drink and chat anytime and anywhere without delaying their relationship.
Jian Zhi randomly selected a glass of champagne and took a sip.
He doesn’t like drinking, and he’s not dependent on alcohol. But in this atmosphere, he doesn’t want to appear too cold.
As soon as he came in, many people noticed him.
Eyes fell on him one after another, wondering what they were thinking. The most obvious one came from the other end of the hall.
Jian Zhi glanced over and saw that it was Cyril.
The leader of the Round Table was holding a glass of whiskey, looking at him unscrupulously across the crowd.
The meaning of that look is complicated.
Appreciate, explore, play, and… be intimate.
The heater was turned on at the dinner venue, blocking out the cold outside, making the entire hall feel like warm spring.
But Jian Zhi was wearing a cashmere scarf.
He knew that this child of the Jian family had always been in poor health, and it was reasonable for him to be afraid of the cold in winter. However, his cashmere scarf was out of place in the entire venue, and he felt as if he had wandered in by mistake.
And the way he looked at him was like a lost child looking for someone familiar in a strange place.
Cyril’s heart skipped a beat, and his eyes met with Jian Zhi’s. When he saw that Jian Zhi immediately looked away, he couldn’t help but smile more.
He picked up the wine glass and gestured to him from a distance.
Jian Zhi smiled and raised his glass.
Cyril paused, nodded to Jian Zhi, and said something to a group of people next to him, who had a clear and ambiguous smile on their faces.
He drank the wine in one gulp, gestured to those people, and nodded as if to apologize.
Jian Zhi watched this scene quietly and said to Jian Fang, who had been standing behind him, “You can go over and stab him.”
Before Jian Fang came back to his senses, he saw Cyril flicking his clothes and taking a glass of wine from the waiter’s hand. This time it was a much softer pink champagne. It looked a little funny when put together with his serious face.
Jian Fang watched helplessly. Jian Zhi seemed to have no intention. A little wine in the wine glass spilled and fell on her sleeves, and the whole person was filled with a charming aroma of wine.
Then, he walked towards Cyril with empty steps.
Before leaving, he turned his head and mouthed to Jian Fang: “The past is now.”
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