How did I turn the victim into Feng Aotian?

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The middle-aged man misunderstood the meaning of Hill's smile and behavior——

Click.

“Ah ...

A crisp friction sound, like the sound of plastic folding.

Hill crushed the middle-aged man's hand without hesitation.

The pain of broken bones made the middle-aged man scream loudly, and his rough screams echoed throughout the hall. His right hand with all the bones broken was like a twisted and tattered rag.

Many people leave the dungeon in the afternoon.

This voice attracted the attention of many people. Suddenly, more people gathered around and began to point and talk. The staff also came over here...

When the middle-aged man saw that something was wrong, he quickly covered his face, temporarily ignoring his phone and planned to run away.

He came to the dungeon just to make some extra money, and his main job was as a company employee.

If I were recognized in this situation, I wouldn't know whether I would be caught by the police, but the company would definitely fire me... and my life would be affected!

Talent activated——【Bubble】

Transparent bubbles appeared under his feet, and the middle-aged man rushed into the crowd that had failed to form a complete encirclement at high speed like an ice skater.

"AT...Stand Defense."

Hill raised the small leather shield in his arm, and the middle-aged man slid 5 meters and then turned 90 degrees on the spot to face Hill.

"Ah??...How could it be!?"

He did not change his own full-speed sprint speed, and charged straight forward with his small leather shield.

Duang! ! ——

The dull sound of meat hitting the iron plate.

The strong impact on his face made his face bloody and his fat body trembled and swayed. Then, like a puppet with its strings cut, he fell to the ground with a thud.

Originally, Hill wanted to reward him with a flower meal, but with so many people around, it was not convenient for her to do it.

The staff also came over and asked what happened.

Hill didn't want to care about these things, she just wanted to take her brother home.

She set up Sherlock.

"....Hill...let's notify the Tuner..."

"elder brother?"

Hillock straightened his tired body, handed the phone to the staff, and asked Hill to explain the situation.

"That middle-aged man molested my brother. He is a perverted and habitual offender. The cell phone is the evidence."

Hill finished speaking within twenty words, and the other party nodded quickly, asking several security guards to control the middle-aged man on the ground and drag him to the security office. The cleaners quickly cleaned up the scene with very nimble hands and feet.

The main thing is to prevent him from affecting the atmosphere in the hall.

The staff apologized to the two and asked the brother and sister to wait in a VIP room while the tuner and the police took their statements.

"Isn't it very uncomfortable, brother? Wouldn't it be better to go back quickly? Let them solve it themselves."

"For... that guy to be sentenced more severely... to be put in jail for sure... if he escapes... many girls will be molested... I can't let that bastard go..."

It was this kind of look, the person looked extremely fragile, but had an extremely firm will and determination. Hill couldn't help but hugged Shilok.

"He himself is in a chastity crisis, but he still worries about other victims... He is such a righteous brother, so great, so handsome!"

"Don't... come so close to me... use all your strength..."

Shilok felt like he was suffocating.

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When the siblings Hillock and Hill returned home, it was already 6:14, which was later than the originally scheduled time of :.

"Brother, we are home and you will be able to sleep in a comfortable bed soon."

"Um....."

Hill and Hillock were still wearing their gear from the lower dungeon.

Hill tried to take out the key stored in the bracelet. Because he was carrying Hillock on his back, he failed to catch the key when it was projected and it fell to the ground.

She bent down and picked up -

Tap, tap, tap. After the sound of hurried footsteps, the uneven door opened with a whoosh.

"They are too late! I'm going to go check over at the dungeon first, Coen, you wait at home - huh?!"

His unkempt yellow hair and dark skin made him look like a gangster. His anxious father, Claude, met the two of them.

When he saw Hill, he was surprised at first, then turned to anger. When he looked closely at Hill's flushed face and white hair on his back, his expression turned into worry.

"You guys are finally back....What's wrong with this brat?"

As Claude spoke, he reached out and carried Shilok onto his back.

"Hill! Little Shiloh! I'm glad you're back."

Mother Cohen came out and touched their heads.

"See, I told you they'd be fine. What happened to little Shiloh? Why did you change your mood and dye your hair white?"

Unlike her father Claude who was worried, she trusted the siblings very much.

Hill lowered his eyes guiltily.

"Brother, he overused his magic power and caught a cold? Anyway, his hair turned white..."

After hearing this explanation, the parents were skeptical, and finally they sighed in tacit understanding.

Nothing is surprising in the dungeon. As long as you can come back safely, you win.

"Sorry... Dad, Mom, we are back too late."

"Don't do this next time. If you don't come back by the agreed time, I will call the police immediately."

Claude warned in the tone of an adult, a father.

"Hill knows..."

"Alright, alright, it's good to admit your mistakes. Hill, come in quickly, the food is ready, wash your face and go eat quickly, you must be exhausted today."

Cohen smiled and patted his daughter's back, and Hill smiled shyly in return.

"Oh, this family really can't do without me."

Claude carried Shilok up the stairs.

"How come this brat is still so thin even though he's already in high school? Let's find a doctor for him first... Oh, I have to work overtime after dinner. Why should the section chief let us handle the trouble he created himself? We agreed to give him a raise, and if he doesn't give it to me, I'll really quit this time. But I still don't want to go to work..."

He grumbled, but took one step at a time and carried Shilok back to the room steadily.

90. Care

7:29 in the evening.

After Claude settled Shilok and had dinner, he went to work overtime reluctantly.

Hill came to Shilok's room with a plate of food, and saw that Shilok had just taken off his coat and was lying down to rest, so he volunteered to say to Shilok:

"Hill, help your brother change his clothes!"

The main reason was that the T-shirt and pants were stained with blood when exploring the dungeon, and it was too dirty to sleep like that.

After putting down the plate, Hill locked the door.

Hill sat down next to him and lifted up his brother's upper body.

"Um.....?"

Shilok groaned softly, his eyes blurry.

Helping him take off his clothes, the large area of white skin silhouetted under the light looked like a dream, allowing Hill to rub against it secretly.

She was kind enough to help Shilok change his underwear, and although Shilok said no, he was unable to resist at all.

Interesting.

"My brother now can't survive without Hill~"

There is a strange sense of satisfaction in my heart.

For the first time, Hill understood the fun of dress-up games, even though she had never played that genre.

"Brother, if you want, Hill can bring Yugi to live in your room. That way, the first person you see when you wake up is Hill!"

"No... Go back to your room..."

Shilok admonished with a bitter face.

"What a shame. Hill wanted to take this opportunity to sleep with his brother. Forget it, let's get down to business. Brother, you should eat something to replenish your nutrition."

"Is the order of changing clothes and eating...reversed?"

"Don't worry about these details! Just accept Hill's care."

Hill brought him milk porridge and orange jelly made by his mother.

"Hill, come feed you."

Not sure if it was out of shyness or because he wanted to give up, Shilok nodded with a blushing face.

Hill scooped up the porridge with a silver spoon, blew it cool, and moved it to Shilok's mouth, and his coral lips slowly opened.

She gently placed the spoon into Shilok's mouth, and his cheeks turned even redder as he raised his eyes to look at her.

Hill smiled at him, and he quickly lowered his eyelids and moved his mouth to swallow the food.

"Won't it be hot?"

"Hmm... the temperature is just right."

"Yeah, that's good.

She calmly blew on the porridge again and brought it to Shilok's mouth.

Shilok also continued to eat his porridge with a red face.

After the bowl of milk porridge was empty, Hill asked again:

“Can you still eat jelly?”

Shilok nodded and said:

"Well... I'm sorry to have caused you trouble this time, Ciel. I understand that I am not capable enough... Without you, I would not be able to leave the dungeon safely... nor would I be able to deal with... that scumbag."

"it's nothing."

Hill patted his chest and said proudly:

"Hill is my brother's partner. My brother can always rely on Hill."

"Thanks...."

Hill scooped up the shaking orange jelly with a spoon and put it into Shilok's mouth, and he swallowed it with a red face.

"Eat slowly. If it's not enough, Hill can help you get more."

"It's okay.... It's enough to finish eating this..."

Hill enjoyed this quiet time.

I hope the relationship between you and me can be built up layer by layer like this.

Don't rush, don't be anxious, just accumulate slowly.

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During the meal, Hill persuaded his parents not to find a doctor for Shilok, but to let him rest for a night and see how he gets.