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His hand was beautiful, slender, and his pale fingertips reached the bottle. The smile on the corner of Yan Rong's mouth widened, almost with a cruel look, and he slammed it over.
¡ª¡ª"Hiss!"
The moment he touched the bottle, his cold heart, which had long been unable to beat, began to ache violently. Yan Rong frowned, covered his heart, and curled up in pain.
It seemed that the most vulnerable place was mercilessly pierced by dense needles, and it seemed that the whole body was being burned by fire.
"Yan Rong!"
The man was chopping vegetables in the kitchen, when he heard the painful cry of the ghost outside, the hand holding the knife shook, and it happened to land on the index finger of his left hand.
The blood came out almost immediately, and the bright red blood was very conspicuous on the white fingers.
He didn't bother to look at his injured hand at all, he dropped the knife and came to Yan Rong in a panic. When he saw the painful appearance of him clutching his heart, his pupils constricted suddenly.
He Qing shook his hands, trying to help him up, but he pushed him away with a painful face.
Yan Rong was controlled by the pain, his body was trembling, his eyes were blood red, he gritted his teeth and asked him, "What's in that bottle!"
Why did he feel so uncomfortable when he touched it.
It was uncomfortable, as if I was about to die again.
Trapped on the seat, watching the man weakly leaving him to flee without hesitation appeared before him again, the ghost stared at He Qing, full of vigilance and distrust.
Seeing that the man just looked at him in bewilderment but did not speak, Yan Rong grimaced, "What is it! What's inside!"
He Qing stared at him blankly, and finally, under his vigilant eyes, walked over and hugged him.
As the two hugged each other, the bone-chilling chill seemed to be suppressed by something, and even the pain in the heart was almost gone.
Yan Rong hugged the man greedily, narrowed his eyes in enjoyment, and let out a sigh.
And where he couldn't see, He Qing leaned his head on the ghost's shoulder, his lips were pale from the cold, and his face was full of pain.
The pain subsided, and Yan Rong's mood improved a bit. I don't know if He Qing has been obedient to him these days, and he even feels a little wronged in his heart.
Ask again this time, the ghost's voice calmed down a bit, "He Qing, what's in that?"
The man had a pale face and a flat tone, "You don't need to know."
Yan Rong, who was slightly relaxed just now because the pain was calmed down, immediately showed displeasure in his eyes, but this time he didn't show it, but asked a little cunningly, "Is it only me who can't touch it, or everyone else?"
He Qing knew what he was thinking, put his hands behind Yan Rong's back, and warned, "Don't think about it."
These words were naturally understood by Yan Rong as the ghost that never showed up.
Wasn't it because of that ghost that He Qing trapped him here in the first place?
Yan Rong's eyes were dark, and his heart was full of anger.
He is evil in his bones, and now that he knows how much He Qing doesn't want him to touch that bottle, he wants to touch it even more.
If that ghost died, He Qing would never be able to get rid of him again?
Thinking about it, the ghost suddenly paused and was a little stunned.
Why would he want to be with He Qing forever? Shouldn't he kill that ghost and then kill He Qing?
But then, he found a good reason for his idea.
Because He Qing is a stunner.
Whether it is appearance or figure, they are unexpectedly perfect.
He is only temporarily dormant now, and after he figures out how to use the ghost's ability, the initiative will be in his hands.
Until then, he will definitely trap He Qing in the room and not allow him to go anywhere. He can only stay on the bed obediently, and he is not allowed to wear any clothes on his body.
Thinking of the future scene, Yan Rong suppressed his anger, just kept embracing the man, and asked him, "How do you know how to imprison me?"
He Qing's complexion has gradually turned around. He didn't want the ghost to find his suddenly pale face, so he answered every question.
"It's my uncle, a book he left behind, which records the method."
Yan Rong's eyes darkened, his face thoughtful.
"Can I read that book?" His attitude was great.
The man didn't hesitate at all, and replied directly, "No."
it is as expected.
The ghost didn't find it strange either, he would only find it strange if the man was willing to show it to him.With a wave of his hand subconsciously, his hand passed over the man's head.
Fortunately, he ran fast, or I would have to explain it here today.
"I'm quitting, I'm quitting, you can find someone else!" Even if Yan Ze gave him 20 billion today, he would not dare to take this job.
"Don't go, no matter what, you have to find a way for me today."
The old man was dragged and couldn't go, so he had no choice but to dig around, found an old book, took it out and shook it.
"This book, handed down by my ancestors to catch ghosts, is sold to you for 100,000 yuan."
Just when Yan Ze was looking at the book with a dubious expression, Yan Ze stood at the door opened by the old man in He Qing's house, and took a light step.
Wait until it comes out completely.
He looked down at his hands, and the corners of his lips curled up.
What should I do first?
How about killing Yan Ze?
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