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Chapter 43 The Ghost in the Mirror III

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    Ever since the bronze mirror was taken home by Zhou Feiyin, Bai Qi lived with the bronze mirror in Zhou's house, practicing daily without asking about the outside world, and Hei Qi was so anxious that he almost hit the wall.

    "Cultivation has no time. I used to be in Yaohuang. Since I have been bigu, how can I not meditate for more than a hundred years?" Bai Qi, who was so troubled that he couldn't calm down, opened his eyes.

    "Now we are in the mortal world." Hei Qi was anxious, "After a hundred years, people outside would have died a round earlier."

    "Noisy." Bai Qi picked up his Confucian uniform and stood up calmly.

    "Aren't you going to find out if Zhou Feiyin is Qin Wenlan?" Hei Qi provoked him deliberately.

    "How to identify?" Bai Qi asked.

    "Pick off his clothes!" Hei Qi said.

    "" Bai Qi squinted at Hei Qi for a while, "You're not serious."

    Black Seven "" Is it not serious?  Which God would not even want to lift up a man's face?

    Bai Qi took two steps forward, and outside the bronze mirror was Zhou Feiyin's bedroom. Over the past few months, Zhou Feiyin's daily necessities of life, Bai Qi had seen everything he should and shouldn't have seen.

    It's just that Zhou Feiyin's whole body Bai Qi has been seen n times, but whether it is intentional or not, the left waist has always been a blind spot.

    "Where's Zhou Feiyin?" Bai Qi asked Hei Qi.

    "Qiu Lihai came half an hour ago, saying that there is a visitor." Hei Qi replied.

    Bai Qi nodded in response, and continued to walk forward, only stopping when there was an empty obstacle in front of him.

    Bai Qi stretched out his hand, circles of black spread out and rippled under his fingers, and soon, Bai Qi's body atomized, and when he recondensed his body, he was already outside the bronze mirror.

    "" Hei Qi was dumbfounded.

    Bai Qi, with his feet on the ground, took photos back and forth in front of the mirror, "Come out, these months of cultivation are finally not in vain."

    "You" Hei Qi was surprised, isn't he "wasting his time" these few months but practicing?

    "It's sad not to be smart or hardworking." Bai Qi sighed.

    Hei Qi "" was obviously very angry but had no words to refute.

    In the main hall of Zhou's residence, Zhou Feiyin was sitting in a wheelchair, and a middle-aged man was sitting on the chair below, who was staring at Zhou Feiyin anxiously waiting for a reply.

    As soon as a cup of tea was brought to his mouth, Zhou Feiyin suddenly stopped his movements, and then suddenly raised his head to look in the direction of his master bedroom.

    The middle-aged man froze in fright, Qiu Lihai thought Zhou Feiyin had something to say, and immediately looked over.

    Zhou Feiyin turned his eyes back, but he couldn't help but drive the wheelchair out after drinking half of a cup of tea, "Don't follow."

    Qiu Lihai stopped when he heard the words, and the middle-aged man got up and asked helplessly, "Did I say the wrong thing?"

    "No." Qiu Lihai said.

    "Then our business"

    "Go back and wait for the letter. I'll ask for you after Mr. is done." Qiu Lihai saw off the guest.

    Bai Qi looked around in the master bedroom. Even if he didn't look at the person, he could tell that the owner here was a dull and boring adult man just by looking at the bedroom decoration.

    Bai Qi sat on tiptoes on Zhou Feiyin's desk, tossing an orange in his hand while picking on the furnishings of the bedroom, as if he was in his own territory.

    "It's still comfortable." Bai Qi kicked his legs and put his feet on the chair.

    Gu Hua's appearance is natural and delicate, with a bookish spirit, dressed in plain Confucian clothes, even if he lowers his face, there is a gentleness that can't be dissipated between his brows and eyes, it can be said that a gentleman is as gentle and refined as jade.

    But now Bai Qi has taken over his soul body, sitting on the table with his Confucian uniform half open, barefoot and uninhibited.

    "Host, Zhou Feiyin is back." Hei Qi reminded.

    Bai Qi glanced at the door, picked up the pen on the table and drew a paralyzed face on the orange, then disappeared back into the bronze mirror with his body.

    Zhou Feiyin pushed the door open and entered the room, and the oranges that fell on the ground rolled to his feet, spinning leisurely before stopping.

    Zhou Feiyin stared at the orange in front of his feet and remained silent for a long time. After a long time, he bent down to pick up the orange, and fell silent again after seeing the painting on the orange.

    "Host, are you not afraid of scaring him?" In the mirror, Hei Qi asked helplessly.

    "I was so scared to death that I happened to be your companion." Bai Qi replied.

    Hei Qi let out a 'tow' when he heard the words, "What if he invites monks and priests to catch ghosts?"

    "How can there be so many ifs?" Bai Qi flicked Hei Qi out like a marble.

    Bai Qi sat down cross-legged, staring at Zhou Feiyin with his chin resting on his hands, "A cripple, I can't bear to tease him so hard."

    'hehe.  ¡¯ Saying that pigs will go to heaven is more credible than saying that the host has a conscience.

    ? Zhou Feiyin walked to the table, put down the oranges, andAfter watching it for a while, he suddenly asked Hei Qi, "Do you know about ghost presses?"

    "Knowing" Hei Qi got stuck at the beginning of the sentence, and Hei Qi's eyes swept back and forth between Bai Qi and Zhou Feiyin, vaguely guessing Bai Qi's plan.

    "Bai Shangshen, calm down." Hei Qi cautiously dissuaded.

    "I'm very calm. I'm a ghost, and a thousand-year-old ghost." Bai Qi stepped out of the bronze mirror after speaking.

    Black Seven "" The host is too good at doing it, but there is nothing he can do about it.

    Bai Qi got out of the bronze mirror, flirted with his long hair hanging over his shoulders pretentiously, and walked windily to the bed.

    Zhou Feiyin lay flat on the bed, and even the angles of the quilts tucked on both sides of his body were the same. It would be hard to believe that he didn't have obsessive-compulsive disorder.

    Bai Qi bent down and approached his face, his cold fingers traced from his eyes to his lips, and Zhou Feiyin showed no sign of waking up the whole time.

    "Tsk, sleeping too deep can easily lead to accidents." Bai Qi's tone was unclear.

    Bai Qi withdrew his hand, but then suddenly turned over and sat on Zhou Feiyin's body, grabbing his collar roughly with one hand.

    Bai Qi's movements were too big, even if Zhou Feiyin didn't want to 'wake up', he had to 'wake up'.

    Zhou Feiyin opened his eyes, a pair of bottomless black eyes stared straight at Bai Qi, how could he be half sleepy?

    Bai Qi grabbed Zhou Feiyin's collar with one hand, and the nails of the other hand that suddenly became sharp were pressed against his throat.

    Zhou Feiyin, who was under the control of others, was so calm that he didn't even see any fluctuations in his eyes, as if he was determined that Bai Qi would not hurt his life.

    Bai Qi approached Zhou Feiyin, with a playful smile on the corner of his mouth, "Xiao Langjun, robbery!"

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