Chapter 151:

Just as the heart of the mind was eager to ask for a psychic beggar to turn to the opposite side, Yang Yue in the room not far away was worried that it was difficult to sleep.
In the end, Xiao Yu’s pale and weak, but strong and calm appearance has been dangling in his mind. Yang Yue finally sat up and grabbed his hair with trouble.
Minghai: "...?"
When I received my doubts from my childhood, Yang Yue sighed: "I just worried about Xiao Yu alone. I was worried about the last time the ghost house, and other people around him, who were crying, and stayed alone. I didn't know how to be afraid of it all night."
Minghai recalled the situation in the haunted house: "........................"
Although I was annoyed at the time, I thought it was a bit pitiful now. Although Naruto was cold and not indifferent, I realized that Yang Yue was destined to sleep well before he was sure of Xiao Yu’s situation. He simply turned over and took the initiative. Bed: "Go."
Yang Yue’s eyes brightened and he was happy for his intimate feelings, but he still said:
You don’t have to bother with me. I’ll go alone.
Hesitated for a moment, he added,
If Xiao Yu is too scared, I will leave Accompany him, don't come back."
"I am with you." Naruto did not say anything more, and directly opened the door.
Yang Yue has no choice but to follow up. His mouth responded to his own reaction as a fuss: "I always feel that my heart is not practical. This house... is weird... maybe it is psychological?"
Naruto did not answer, he also had some uneasiness, but did not want to say it, and increased the anxiety of Yang Yue.
The two of them quickly arrived at the door of Xiao Yu’s room and raised their hands and knocked on the door.
There was a huge crash in the house. Yang Yue could imagine that Xiao Yu was scared to jump and hit the furniture, and it was funny and sympathetic.
After a while heard about the friction of Sosso, there was a small and embarrassing inquiry: "Who is..."
"It's us, Yang Yue, and Minghai." Yang Yue smiled and said, "We are a bit worried, so come over and see you."
Soon, the footsteps gradually approached, and the door was forced to open. Xiao Yan’s black hair was cluttered, and it was a bit embarrassing, but it made people feel cute. Yang Yue subconsciously reached out and sorted out his hair for a while, and then he reacted to his own actions too much relatives, and some of them slammed their hands back: "How, one person... okay?"
Xiao Yu was obviously a little embarrassed by Yang Yue’s movements. When the other party took back his hand, he reacted. He took a step back and seemed to get the wound. He took a small breath and said:
Oh... well, still Okay..."
Although he had had an intimate cuddle when he was a child, as he grew older, Xiao Yu and Yang Yue became more and more alienated. Of course, this is Xiao Yu’s unilateral initiative to alienate, because of jealousy, now suddenly Both of them were awkward.
Seeing that Xiao Yu and Yang Yue were so cold, Ming Hai directly put Yang Yue in front of him, then held Xiao Xiao’s shoulder and pushed him into the house.
隋垣 was attacked by the powerful protagonist, but he still bowed his head very conspicuously, stiff and red-faced. Until I was pushed to the bed by the other side, sitting on the bed, pinching my ankles, picking up my trouser legs, and then I reacted, and suddenly the whole person was a little bad!
Being taken care of by the secret crush object, this welfare is not too good! It’s completely unbearable! However, how should he react? !
I can only try to make myself stiffer, my hands clinging to the sheets, my head and the low ground almost let the chin touch the chest, only the two red ears are exposed, and the calf that is held in the hand by the sea is tight. Slightly trembled, under the light of the flashlight, it looks white and beautiful.
- Well, of course, this is the result of beautification by the halo. In fact, it is just an ordinary leg...
Yang Yue opened his eyes subconsciously. I don't know why. I always feel that my heartbeat is out of control, and my face is slightly hot. Obviously it is a normal movement to check the injury, but I don't know why, let him inexplicably have a kind of to the blasphemy of others - this is not a conservative ancient! I can't even expose my arms and legs! And... Xiao Yu is a man! Even in ancient times, there was nothing about Lu Yilu? What the is he tangling!
It must be Xiao Yu’s overly shy performance that makes him so strange... What is so shy! You are shy, I am not normal! (╯‵□')╯(┻━┻
Compared with Yang Yue, the protagonist who has always been calm and self-sufficient has been calmed down. He is half-squatting in front of the bed, and the action of examining the wound is quite orderly, except that the palm of the hand holding Xiao Yu's ankle is slightly hot and gazing at the purple-green place. The eyes are also somewhat over-focused.
For a time, the gas field in the triple room was exceptionally strange, but soon, the subtlety was broken by a shattering sound.
The three were shocked and invariably cast their sights on the side of the bedside table and the ceramic decorations that had been broken on the ground. Just now, the ornament was placed on the bedside table.
"...how suddenly fell down? We have no one to touch it?" Yang Yue was a hairy man.
"...maybe, is the reason why I just bumped into the bedside table?" I was suspicious of the opening, but my heart was more certain that there must be another "person" in the house.
Because he was the one who made such a reaction by shaking his ankle, about ten. Eight is Zhao and he...? Think of it here, 隋垣 reflexively shrinking the leg.
The action of 隋垣 reminded Minghai that Minghai quickly released his hand and stood up:
It’s not a big deal, it’s not serious, it just hurts. Pay attention when you get on the road tomorrow.

"Ah...thank you..." I replied with some absent-mindedness, my eyes flashing, I couldn't stop scanning the room, I hoped to get a hint of hints, so that he could determine the existence of Zhao Yihe.
Fortunately, he is not the only person to behave like this. Yang Yue also observes this room, and his heart is more and more uneasy.
Yang Yue has always been careful and has good observation. To put it bluntly, there is an obsessive-compulsive disorder. He thinks that he can't turn a blind eye to a crumbling display on the bedside table. He will definitely reach out and make sure that it will not fall. Previously, the ceramic display did not attract his attention, which means that it could not be naturally dropped.
- But, if it is not natural, what can it be? Yang Yue had a chill in his heart. He swallowed his throat and pressed his guess to his heart. Because, even he himself can't believe the possibility, he can only hope that he is mistaken.
But no matter what, at this moment, Yang Yue is absolutely impossible to let Xiao Yu stay here alone.
"If you can't do it alone, go back with us and squeeze together." Yang Yue took the initiative and refused to help him. Although he has always been gentle, he will never be vague at the crucial moment.
In fact, he does not want to follow the protagonist. He wants to stay alone and try to communicate with "Zhao Yuhe". However, Xiao Yu’s people made him impossible to refuse, and he just stood up unwillingly and tried to struggle:
...in fact, I can do it alone...

"Yes, yes, of course you can, but I don't trust, is this the head office?" Yang Yue perfunctoryly appeased, even he himself did not notice, the attitude that has always been gentle and polite to Xiao Yu has been unconsciously Changed.
In the end, he was forced into the room of Minghai by Yang Yue and then pressed in the middle of the bed: "Close your eyes, hurry to sleep, and get up early tomorrow!"
隋垣: "....................."
- Although the protagonist is indeed possessed by the wife and wife, this does not mean that he is a nostalgic old mom!
About the plot in order to promote the emotional development between the protagonist attack, the room they assigned to is a double bed. Two people were more than asleep, but the three were crowded.
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Although he still remembers Zhao Wei and his heart, since there is no way to do anything, he has always been deliberately thrown aside and soon slept, and Yang Yue is still worried about the ceramic decoration that has just fallen. Silently handed the protagonist to a look.
Minghai, who has always had a good heart with Yang Yuexin, understands that this mansion is not quite flat. They can’t completely relax their vigilance, or they can stay in the middle of the night and stay in the middle of the night to be at ease.
I don’t know if I don’t have a plug-in. At this moment, his plug-in is already strong. He has played a role in the land. If he has done nothing, he will start to let the two protagonists of the world spontaneously him.
- I have to say that his creator's "can successfully get help from the world's people" is quite accurate.
As a actor, I have already set the skills to ensure high-quality sleep no matter where I am in the situation. When I wake up, I am fascinated, but the main character is a bit wilted.
"You... didn't you sleep well?" Since I got help, I have to express my concern. I look forward to Yang Yue, and I sneak a sneak peek at Naruto from time to time.
Apparently, Yang Yue was very pleased with this. He raised his hand and slammed his head: "It’s just a little bit of a bed, it’s okay." Then he made some awkward teasing. "It’s you, sleep like a small one. Like a pig, it's extra sweet! It's really jealous."
When the vigil is staying, in addition to vigilance around, Yang Yue’s other time is ten or eight. Nine are staring at Xiao Yu. It is obvious that he is asleep, but I don’t know why. In this even more creepy mansion in the middle of the night, only watching Xiao Yu’s sleeping face can make him feel a peaceful comfort.
He was said to be lowered again by Yang Yue, and he did not say anything. Yang Yue is a bit tricky to his character, but he can't stop trying to tease. He has no choice but to seek help from his own family.
Minghai looked at the side and ignored Yang Yue’s help. Although his expression was still cold, his eyes squinted at the two people, and he only felt that the years were quiet.
Unfortunately, this warmth did not last long. The three quickly got out of bed and prepared for the departure. When they pushed the door out, the other four people were waiting in the hallway.
When the three men came out together, the four people expressed surprise. The bad boy picked up his eyebrows and reached out to hook his neck. He sneered badly: "Hey? Not alone last night, I was afraid that I couldn’t stand it. I cried and hugged my pillow and asked them for help from Minghai."
"No...no..." He blushes and tries to remove the arm of the bad boy, but he can't completely resist the other side's strength. Fortunately, Minghai did not stand any longer, and reached out to hold the wrist of a bad boy.
The bad boy shrank a little, unwillingly glanced at him, and shrunk his hand back, while he took the opportunity to hide behind the sea of ​​singer, the dark eyes flashed with the light of shame and joy, and seemed to suppress what Deeper feelings. Yang Yue saw the slightest sigh of God on one side, and seemed to be aware of what he was, and he could not grasp the clue.
Despite his busy performances, he did not forget to calmly observe the expressions of the rest. In the plot, Xiao Yu is sleeping alone from beginning to end, but he has changed this point. On the one hand, it is dangerous, on the other hand, it is an opportunity.
If the destroyer perceives the change of the plot, it may reveal something different. What you have to do is to seize the loophole in this moment.
The bad teenagers were angry and dissatisfied with the actions of Minghai to maintain Xiao Yu; the glasses teenagers raised their eyebrows slightly, and they were a little surprised; the young girls were holding their hands with their arms, slightly smiling and laughing; the elegant girl frowned and her eyes were a little tired. .
He lowered his head and grasped the hem of the sea clothes. He quickly examined and judged his mind, combined with the design of his own hands, and scored a suspicious degree for everyone.
It was about the subtlety of the atmosphere. Yang Yue quickly talked about what happened last night, focusing on the porcelain he felt strange, saying that this mansion does not seem ordinary and must leave as soon as possible.
He was relieved a little. He originally intended to induce the protagonist to say this, but he did not expect Yang Yue to be on the road, freeing him from trouble. In the plot, Yang Yue and Ming Hai did not take the initiative to find Xiao Yu, and naturally there was no porcelain drop, which caused Yang Yue to be wary. Fortunately, in this change, I have never taken the initiative to do anything from beginning to end. If the destroyer has doubts, the first suspect is Yang Yue and Ming Hai, and the "thing" that causes the porcelain to fall.
"Oh - well, Yang Yue, don't say it! It made me a hairy!" The girl was shrinking her shoulders and complaining, "This house is also true. It is clear that the outside is clear, but it is still inside. Such a sinister one must be abandoned if the lighting is not qualified!"
The elegant girl also showed an expression of uneasiness, watching Yang Yue’s eyes with a bit of condemnation.
"It must have not stabilized! Yang Yue, you don't want to scare yourself!" The bad boy snorted, "We slept here for one night, didn't everything happen?"
"Okay! In short, we are about to leave soon. It is normal and not normal here. It has nothing to do with us." The glasses boy interrupted calmly and walked to the stairs first.
Everyone followed suit, and there was less stability in the footsteps. There was more urgency. It was a pity that they could not wait to leave now. They were destined to see the sky safely.
Down to the first floor, the glasses teenager who walked in the forefront suddenly stepped forward.
"What's wrong, glasses?" The bad boy was stopped and some were dissatisfied.
"...it's not right." The glasses teenagers were slightly wide and looked down at the floor. "Here... was it so clean yesterday?"
Upon hearing his question, everyone subconsciously bowed his head and looked at the cleaned, dusty floor without seeing a trace of dust: "....................."
"...here, it's really not right, let's go!" This time, even the unscrupulous teenager who had never believed in evil was panicked. He pushed open the front of the glasses teenager, hurriedly ran towards the gate, and then passed through the hall. When I was at the restaurant, I stopped suddenly.
The aroma, the tempting taste of the coveted food, unscrupulously seduce the hungry stomach that has not been eaten since last night. The long table of the restaurant is covered with white, tablecloths with gorgeous lace, and the center is full of colorful The vases of delicate flowers are surrounded by seven steaming delicate mornings.
What is incompatible with this "beautiful" is the bright red handwriting that seems to have not dried up on the white tablecloth - "welcome".
Although the stomach kept yelling at the food in front of him, everyone did not eat it, but stood dead.
The first action was in Minghai. He walked cautiously, raised his hand in a red handwriting, and then put it on the nose and smelled it: "It seems... is it blood?"
The bad boy couldn’t stand it. He yelled and turned and fled to the door, shaking his hand and shaking it.
However, no matter how you try, the door of the mansion is no longer destined to be reopened for them as easily as last night...
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