Chapter 142: :Yanglin Town 54

"Wei Yan, just wait, I'll come." Therefore, as soon as he entered the kitchen, Zheng Quzhi pulled Wei Yan to the side corner.
Wei Yan glanced at the furnishings, grabbed Zheng Quzhi, and said mercilessly: "You can't reach the height."
Zheng Quzhi who tried to pretend: "..."
The two looked at each other for a while, Zheng Quzhi took the lead to look away, squatting awkwardly at Wei Yan's feet, and whispered: "But if we don't cook for that man, will we be beaten by him?" "
"No." Wei Yan shook his head confidently and pursed his lips: "The evil spirit is back."
Sure enough, the sound of a man's curse suddenly sounded outside when it was still quiet, and the sound of punches and kicks was heard from time to time. Zheng Quzhi covered his head with a headache. What kind of sin he did, he had to look at such a thing.
"Damn! Talk back!" The man's voice suddenly rose, and he yelled extremely angrily: "I raise you and those two drag oil bottles, I can't even eat hot meals after I make money, you are reasonable. ?!!!"
Zheng Quzhi was frightened by the loud voice, and hurriedly reached out to poke out Wei Yan, "Damn, if I marry such a man..."
Before he could touch anything, his hand was suddenly grasped by Wei Yan's cool hand, and Wei Yan's fingers were forced into the gap between the fingers, and the two suddenly intersected their ten fingers inexplicably.
Zheng Quzhi's words choked and tried to withdraw his hand: "Wei Yan, I didn't say that, this posture is a bit unpleasant!"
In his impression, intimate gestures like ten-finger clasping are only performed by couples. What the was he doing with the silly ten-fingered fingers of Wei Yan's two big boys?
Do you base it?
Thinking of this, he shuddered.
However, the more he withdrew his hand, the tighter Wei Yan held. The atmosphere suddenly became a little weird. Zheng Quzhi blinked, raised his ten-fingered hand and shook it in front of Wei Yan: "What do you mean?"
Wei Yan lowered his eyes, his thick eyelashes trembled, and his voice was low: "I need you now."
Looking at Wei Yan's pale face, Zheng Qu felt blessed to his soul, remembering that Wei Yan said that he needed his own shame, so he stopped talking.
There were various noises crackling outside, and then Wei Yan suddenly dragged him out. Zheng Qu knew that he wanted to see the situation outside in his heart, so he honestly followed Wei Yan.
At the door, Wei Yan stopped and stuck his head out.
"Huh?" Wei Yan suddenly let out a surprised voice.
Zheng Quzhi felt itchy in his heart, so he hurriedly poked his head out to see. I saw that most of the furniture outside was smashed, but the two people had disappeared, and there was a pool of blood on the ground.
"Hey?" Zheng Quzhi frowned. It was less than five minutes before and after the woman came back. How come the two disappeared?
After observing for a while, Zheng Quzhi pondered and asked, "Did they go back to the bedroom?"
Wei Yan lowered his head, just seeing the red ears, his eyes flashed slightly, and the other hand stretched out subconsciously.
The hot ears were suddenly surrounded by a breath of coolness, and Zheng Quzhi took a comfortable breath. I was torn my ears by a man, and my ears were red and hot, very uncomfortable. Now suddenly something cool was approaching, Zheng Quzhi didn't bother to care about whose hand it was. He hummed, "You touch it."
Wei Yan simply wrapped his entire ear and whispered, "Uncomfortable?"
"It's okay." Zheng Quzhi coughed, his face suddenly hot. It's very uncomfortable to have hot ears, but does it seem like he is a bitch?
After a while, Wei Yan pulled Zheng Quzhi up, glanced at the direction of the bedroom, and said, "Women have become evil spirits, which are more difficult to deal with. After this illusion, let's go back."
"Can I go back?" Zheng Quzhi stared at him, "Isn't it saying that they will die?"
"We initially entered the illusion of a man." Wei Yan frowned with a headache. At the beginning, he thought it was the illusion of a woman, but later discovered that they had entered only the illusion of a man.
The father and son, kindergarten teachers, dozens of parents, and children were all grievances condensed on football. In the end, they looked like men, but the grievances belonged to all of them, so they went to several illusions in a row. .
I probably explained it to Zheng Quzhi. Seeing that he was still ignorant, Wei Yan closed his voice, touched his head, and said warmly: "It doesn't matter if you don't understand, just follow me."
Zheng Quzhi's face was moved: "Hmm!"
Damn, he must hug Wei Yan's thighs tightly!
Suddenly there was a scream from the bedroom, Zheng Quzhi's eyelids twitched, and he could already figure out what would happen inside. Thinking about the man's arrogance just now, and then listening to the tragic cry now, it is actually somewhat ironic.
Snapped--
Zheng Quzhi was shocked by the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground. He raised his head subconsciously, and saw that half of the man had crawled out of the door, one eye was blind, and his body was wounded with multiple stabs.
He suddenly looked at Zheng Quzhi and Wei Yan, and made a voice: "Gurulu...uh..."
His tongue was cut.
His eyes were full of desire and pleading for survival, and Zheng Quzhi's head suddenly seemed to explode, and the pain was terrible. He couldn't help but hold onto Wei Yan, and said in pain, "Wei Yan...why does my head hurt so much..."
Wei Yan's eyes moved slightly, and he quietly looked at Zheng Quzhi, who was full of pain, without speaking for a long time.
On the other side, the man was caught by the woman and dragged into the bedroom. The figure swayed from time to time, and you could see the woman holding the pork chop knife in her hand.
"Wei Yan..." Zheng Quzhi was already pale in pain, and if it hadn't been for Wei Yan's support, he would probably be limp on the ground.
After a long time, Wei Yan sighed and habitually carried Zheng Quzhi on his shoulders and walked slowly towards the bedroom. The mess in the room, the smell of blood that can't dissipate. Wei Yan's eyebrows were light, and he placed Zheng Quzhi at the door of the bedroom, and said warmly: "Open your eyes and recite the Mantra of Rebirth."
He taught Zheng Quzhi when he was outside.
Zheng Quzhi opened a slit slightly. After seeing the situation clearly, his headache got worse. Fortunately, he still had a sober consciousness. He opened his mouth slightly: "Nanwu Amitabha Ye Dota Gado Ye... "
Obviously, the mantra that had been slouched before, was chanted smoothly at this time, as if it was engraved in the mind. After reciting this sentence, the next sentence was immediately followed by blurt out.
After several times, Zheng Quzhi's headache finally eased. Inside, the woman didn't stop her movements, cutting off the man's flesh with one knife.
The TV in the living room was still broadcasting the live broadcast of the World Cup. The woman smiled gloomily and violently lifted the knife. The knife struck the man’s neck, but because the knife was too blunt, the knife stuck on the neck but did not hold her head. Chop it down.