Chapter 65: Fifth villain (3) (1)

The wait is one night.
Those ugly faces have been looking for a long time, and they have slowly become numb. The two girls were physically exhausted and suddenly relaxed when they suddenly relaxed. But they dared not sleep, fearing that there would be no more spiritual events before they could run away.
Hang Qing couldn't help but say, "You can all rest, I will help you watch."
Both Le Tong and Ruan Yue showed a moving look, but they both spoke to refuse. Looking at Su Shishui, they came to guard him almost ...
"You come to watch?" Fu Yunjing laughed before waiting for them to say, "Let me watch with you."
Hang Qing waited for Fu Yunjing to come in, and he nodded: "Okay."
Le Tong opened his mouth and wanted to refuse.
Yin Jiayan said, "It is the wisest way to save energy at this time."
The two girls also knew that their physical strength was not enough. Although they felt uncomfortable at this time, they finally leaned on the sofa to sleep. The carpet on the ground was calm, and no faces floated out. It seemed that they didn't need to sit on their butts.
Hang Qing lazily walked to the tatami and fell asleep.
Fu Yunjing glanced at Yin Jiayan: "Aren't you sleeping?"
Yin Jiayan looked at Hang Qing: "I'm not assured."
Fu Yunjing returned to his true colors, and said lightly, "You can take turns to guard."
Yin Jiayan was immediately relieved, and leaning on the sofa, she planned to fall asleep in that position. Hang glanced at him. If you sleep in this position, do you want your neck the next day? Moreover, when everyone was resting during the day, Yin Jiayan didn't seem to sleep, right?
Hang Qing patted a vacant space around him: "Come here and rest."
Yin Jiayan opened his eyes and froze: "Me?"
"Ok."
Yin Jiayan paused. Just when Hang Qing thought he was embarrassed to come over, Yin Jiayan suddenly stood up and walked to the tatami. "Offended." Yin Jiayan said before she took off her defense and lay down on her back.
Fu Yunjing: "..."
Fu Yunjing could only lean on the sofa and lifted his long legs with a grievance. After leaning on the sofa, Fu Yunjing instinctively glanced towards Hang Qing, but the other side did not look at him at all. Fu Yunjing's gaze could not help but glide downward, and he noticed that the teenager had always been wearing robes. He was lying beside the boy before, so he didn't look at it so clearly and intently.
And now ...
Because of the relationship of lying down, his robe fell down, and the belt tied around his waist caught the robe, anyway, the teenager's big white legs were not exposed. But even so, judging from the perspective of Fu Yunjing, the appearance of the youngster still reveals a bit of tempting taste. How could anyone like to wear such robes often?
Fu Yunjing's breathing became a little unnatural.
It looks so good and looks like this ... It's a perfect homosexual object.
"Why look at me?" Hang Qing suddenly opened his eyes.
Fu Yunjing took a moment's notice, then realized his loss: "Curious." Fu Yunjing calmly and calmly.
Hang Qing didn't ask again. Curious is also normal. Anyone who enters a haunted castle on a rainy day and sees a solitary teenager in it will not be curious or even doubtful.
But although Hang Qing didn't ask, Fu Yunjing said to himself: "Why do you always wear pajamas?"
Hang Qing thought about it, "Because there are so many."
"How much?" Fu Yunjing raised an eyebrow, obviously a little puzzled.
"Well, it's all in the closet." Hang Qing said calmly.
But Fu Yunjing looked at his indifferent face, and felt that there must be something hidden behind him.
Of course, it cannot be related to any ghost story. Probably related to the particular hobby of this boy?
Fu Yunjing was again lost in thought.
This head Hang Qing also suddenly received a prompt: "The villain favorability increased by 15 points." Hang Qing faintly understood why the system gave him such an identity. For Fu Yunjing, nothing attracts his attention more than mysterious things. So when Hang Qing turned into a ghost, Fu Yunjing was destined to be curious about him.
Hang Qing opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but when he reached the mouth, he swallowed it again. With Fu Yunjing's personality, the more he actively provoked him, the more he would lose his favorability. So ... keep it cold. In this way, Hang Qing felt very relaxed.
Hang Qing closed her eyes again.
When Fu Yunjing looked at the other person again, he saw the other person lying there calmly, no longer wanting to open his eyes. At that moment, Fu Yunjing had a bit of regret. He took out a cigarette and lit a lighter for a long time, but he couldn't light it. Fu Yunjing could only frown and put the cigarette and lighter back, his tone meant unclearly: "Also said to watch ... 逞能! 嗤."
The faces on the walls were still twisting, and the lights in the tea room seemed to be gradually dimming. At this moment, Fu Yunjing feels frozen in his heart, without any slight mood swings.
Such a guard is too boring.
Fu Yunjing couldn't help looking at Hang Qing again, looking at it ... the sky seemed to light up suddenly. The rain outside was also gradually decreasing. Bright light entered the tea room, and the walls were calm. The whole tea room was so quiet that there was only a slight breathing sound, as if nothing had happened yesterday.
Fu Yunjing's eyes flickered, and there was a faint guess.
Others woke up one after another.
"It's okay?" Le Tong froze and got up from the sofa.
When Yin Jiayan heard the movement, he immediately got up. He frowned, and his sense of serious abstinence became stronger. "I'm afraid it's not that simple."
Hang Qing estimated that they also guessed it, and said it simply and generously: "This castle will have different changes sooner or later."
"In the morning, it represents a new student. After noon, everything started to decay? What charm started to appear at this time? The old castle began to haunt?" Fu Yunjing snatched his words and stared at Hang Qing.
"Yes," Hang said quietly.
"Why didn't you say it before?" Fu Yunjing's gaze tightened.
"You came to a place, but I told you that this place is haunted, and there will be changes sooner or later ..." Hang Qing's face did not change.
Le Tong interjected: "The average person may think you are ill ... keke, of course we don't think so!"
"So, it's most appropriate to speak at this time."
Fu Yunjing's gaze fell on his lips, and he smiled: "A clever tongue is like a spring."
Mr. Hang Qing always felt that these four words were spoken differently by him, as if there was a deeper meaning wrapped in them.
Le Tong's voice broke this embarrassing atmosphere: "Ruan Ning seems to have a fever ..."
"It's too cold on the sofa. I should have brought her a blanket last night." Hang Qing said as she approached Ruan Yue with her eyes closed.
Fu Yunjing shoved him away: "Just you, can you hold someone up?" The voice fell, and Ruan Yue was held up. Fu Yunjing also turned around and looked at Hang Qing, and that look was a little ridiculous.
Hang Qing immediately turned away.
Fu Yunjing seemed to love his reaction so much, and his smile couldn't help being stronger.
"Thin-skinned ..." Fu Yunjing smiled lowly before he came out of the tea room.
Le Tong smiled and walked out with Hang Qing: "Mr. Su rarely dealt with people before, right?"
"Ok."
"No wonder ..." Le Tong sighed, "I really want to write a protagonist like Mr. Su!"
Hang Qing pondered for a moment.
Like him, he can only do supporting roles. It has to be the villain.
Hang Qing smiled lightly: "I have nothing to write."
Le Tong looked at his smile for a while, and the more aloof and alienated people were, the more irresistible he was when he laughed. She couldn't help but whispered, "Why? There are too many things to write about. The mysterious boy in the castle ..." Le Tong became more and more excited and didn't realize that if it was left in her text, Is a villain's standard configuration.
The path they have taken has resumed as usual.
The old castle returned to its former simplicity and beauty, and Le Tong couldn't help but said, "It's beautiful."
Yin Jiayan heard this sentence in the back, but frowned unconsciously, but he felt that the place was extremely ugly, it was an instinct. What would a haunted house like this look like once it was removed? Yin Jiayan's eyes fell unconsciously on Hang Qing's body. What about this person, will he change?
Suddenly, Yin Jiayan had a little regret and resentment.
But when he looked back and felt it carefully, Yin Jiayan felt that he was inexplicable.
Probably ... probably just the cherishment instinctively of beautiful things.
Yes, it is like that.
This head is still happy to make up for the brain, if you take the lead role of a teenager, what kind of plot can be written.
Hang Qing suddenly stopped.
"What's wrong?" Yin Jiayan asked behind his back.
"Nothing." Hang Qing narrowed his eyes. This old castle is under his control, but Hang Qing is too lazy to control it, and plans to let it go quietly. But just now, he felt that the castle was looming out of his control. Is it because Fu Yunjing started?
Hang Qing suddenly remembered last night, and after everyone else was asleep, Fu Yunjing said faintly: "... It's not interesting."
Fu Yunjing thought it was not interesting to abandon the tricks in the castle, so he decided to play with a big one himself? Wouldn't that be why the villains decided to play to death? Hang Qing thought it was ridiculous, but after thinking about it, it was not ridiculous to set up a spiritual world. Many ghosts and victims in many ghost films do not have half a dime. As long as you come, I will definitely kill you. This has become a law. Probably only the ghost legend in China is concerned about a revenge and resentment. Even if you are a ghost, you must be a three-viewer who is upright and does not kill innocent people.
Hang Qing resumed as usual, and continued to go forward: "Let's go and see Ruan Yue first."
"Yes!" Le Tong answered, and quickly followed his pace.
They quickly turned into the bedroom.
Fu Yunjing sat in his chair and immediately lifted his head when he heard their footsteps: "Come here?"
Le Tong glanced at this bedroom: "We didn't seem to have been to this room before." Le Tong turned his head and asked Hang Qing: "May I have a look? I want to find a clue." After that, Le Tong was embarrassed. Smiled.
"can."
Le Tong immediately found it in the room. Fu Yunjing sat there without moving, but said lightly, "I have already given her medicine when you were suffering. I brought a medicine bag."
Hang Qing looked at Fu Yunjing's attitude of sitting calmly, and instantly reacted, Fu Yunjing should have turned the room over.
Sure enough, Le Tong turned it over and found nothing. She walked back in despair and whispered, "Do we not know where we can leave now?"
Yin Jiayan volunteered: "I'll go and see."
A few big words emerged from the heart of Hang Qing-too naive.
Since this is a psychic world, psychic routines will not allow them to leave this world.
Sure enough, when Ruan Yue gradually became awake, Yin Jiayan returned with a calm face: "... the rain continued, the road was washed away, and some landslides." At this time, going down the mountain is tantamount to seeking a dead end. Of course, they stayed here, mostly because of play.
Le Tong murmured: "The standard ending ... in all detective texts and horror movies, there must be a place that can't be connected to the outside world. If there is a phone, the line must be disconnected. If there is a mobile phone, there must be no Signal. If there is a bridge, it must be broken. We are going to give it away ... "
Yin Jiayan frowned and didn't speak. As soon as Ruan Yuei woke up, she heard such a word, and she was almost frightened and passed out on the spot.
Fu Yunjing looked relaxed, and he even smiled: "Mr. Su must have a way, right? Mr. Su has lived here for so long, of course, he will protect us firmly, what are you worried about?"
Le Tong opened his mouth, looked at Hang Qing's appearance, and became silent.
Yin Jiayan has become more obvious, and he frowned: "Mr. Su is not well, how can we protect us?"
"How long have you been here?" Fu Yunjing turned to Hang Qing.
"It's been too long, I don't know." Hang Qing was cold.
Fu Yunjing was not angry. Instead, he smiled, and suddenly took out something from behind. It was a slightly mottled photo album: "Can I see it?" Fu Yunjing asked Hang Qing.
"Ok."
Le Tong was dumbfounded: "What is this? Senior, did you find it?"
Fu Yunjing's fingers were slender, and he easily opened the album. His knuckled fingers fell on the black mottled envelope, which was a bit indescribably sexy. Le Tong looked blushed. Hang Qing frowned unconsciously. When Fu Yunjing opened the photo album, his pinky pinched unconsciously. This scene overlaps with one's habits.
Song Xunzhi has this habit.
It was only because he suffered injuries to his little finger in his early years, and later developed the habit of holding up like this.
Hang Qing frowned. Why always think of another person? Is he too sensitive?
At this point the album had been opened, revealing the yellowed inner pages. The weird thing is that it's not the photos that come into the eye, but the clippings, big and small. They were cut from different newspapers and magazines, and both sides were covered with dangling.
Le Tong's eyes brightened: "This is the classic clue assist in the horror decryption game!"
Fu Yunjing tapped the upper right corner lightly: "The genius young artist won the first prize of the New Asia Cup." The news photo was cut out. The newspaper is, of course, black and white, so the cut out picture is not clear, but the young man standing in it can still see the trophy in his hand, his eyes drooping slightly, and his shy smile.
"Is ... Mr. Su?" Le Tong exclaimed, then moved closer. Even Yin Jiayan couldn't help but take two steps forward.
"This is collected by Mr. Su, is it the moment of winning the prize?" Le Tong asked with a smile.
Hang Qing opened his mouth and was about to speak. Fu Yunjing had already spoken first. He looked up at Hang Qing and whispered, "It's not your collection."
Le Tong was slightly surprised: "Ah? Isn't it?"
Fu Yunjing clicked a corner of the album: "There are comments here. Look at this word ... too stiff. Not as gentle as Mr. Su can write. Am I right?" After that, Fu Yunjing said Looked at Hang Qing again.
Le Tong looked at the two of them. If she remembers correctly, it seems that every time when the senior talks with Mr. Su, Mr. Su is indifferent and doesn't want to ignore him? The senior still thought that Mr. Su was a gentle person? But think about it, Mr. Su really seems to be a gentle person and has helped them a lot ...
"It's not mine." Hang Qing said.
Fu Yunjing turned a page again, and there were still densely packed newspaper clippings at the back.
Le Tong couldn't help but babble: "Mr. Su has won many awards ..."
Yin Jiayan suddenly stared at the album tightly and said quietly, "I have seen your painting exhibition."
Hang Qing raised an eyebrow.
Yin Jiayan's serious face showed a different color. He took another two steps forward and whispered: "It was six years ago ... I was very fortunate to have participated in your exhibition. But after that, No more news from you. "
Le Tong has stunned: "Six years ago? Mr. Su is sixteen? Great!"
"After that, only your paintings came out, but I never saw you at any events."
Hang Qing didn't speak.
Yin Jiayan looked at the indifferent appearance of the other party, but somehow he was disappointed.
Fu Yunjing ticked the newspaper clippings on the photo album and flipped back. The subsequent clippings became clearer. Su Shishui interviewed in the magazine was probably because he was still young at that time, so it was easy to blush. The picture he took was a little crimson on his face. He was wearing a white suit, sitting on the sofa, holding a small book in his hand, because the book was slightly tense, the book was slightly deformed.
Su Shishui at that time looked like a little prince.
Seeing this, Le Tong finally felt something wrong: "Why ... why would anyone collect Mr. Su's information like this? So many, it seems like there is nothing left out. Is it a fanatic fan?"
Hang Qing shook his head, but said nothing.
"Fever fan?" Fu Yunjing laughed. "Even fanatic is scary, isn't it? All your every move is in the eyes of the other party. Don't you feel like you are back?"
"A lot of rice rings will be like this ..."
Fu Yunjing didn't say anything, but he turned it back again. This time he turned it a bit faster, many pages were swept past, and he went directly to the second half of the album.
"My God!" Le Tong exclaimed.
The photos were densely packed.
Some are printed from the Internet, while others ... look like sneak shots. Zuo Li stood to lie down, eat, sleep, talk and draw ... There are different scenes and different postures.
Even paparazzi can't do that. Besides, Su Shishui is not an entertainment star, who will have so many photos of him?
Fu Yunjing tapped twice: "Does the rice circle play like this?"
"No, no." Le Tong's face was dumbfounded, and she hadn't recovered from shock. She blurted out, "Is this abnormal?" After speaking, Le Tong couldn't help looking at Hang Qing, as if For fear of saying something wrong, it violated Hang Qing.
In contrast, the look of Hang Qing is much more calm.
Le Tong slowly let go of this.
However, Fu Yunjing took a deep look at Hang Qing, and then turned back, but after a few pages, he snapped the album in his hand. Both Le Tong and Yin Jiayan were slightly surprised. Fu Yunjing said lightly: "There is nothing beautiful behind."
Le Tong died of curiosity, but in the presence of Hang Qing, she dared not ask.
Hang Qing reached out and took away the album.
This was not mentioned in the original plot, and this is also normal. After all, this ghost is just a small cannon fodder in the castle. Except when he gave his strength when he defeated the boss, there were very few plays at other times. So Hang Qing knew very little. Hang Qing flipped through the album curiously.
Fu Yunjing said, "This man has watched you for a year, haven't you noticed it? Isn't it ..." Fu Yunjing frowned: "Since this album is not yours, why does it appear here?"
Hang Qing was looking down at the photo album, and when he turned to the later part, Hang Qing suddenly understood why Fu Yunjing's response was so intense just now that he directly buckled the photo album. He was still slow before obviously.
Behind him are still photos of him secretly.
Just in contrast, he was wearing clothes in front, and more like a sneak shot from the bathroom. Hang Qingduo felt a little uncomfortable in his eyes. There are two girls here, of course, they cannot be seen.
Hang Qing left the album aside: "There are no clues in it."
Fu Yunjing stared at him: "Not necessarily ..." He paused: "Aren't you angry?" Fu Yunjing's voice revealed two points of anger.
Le Tong and Yin Jiayan also frowned.
"Does this actually mean that perverted home?" Le Tong's eyes widened.
Hang Qing laughed softly: "Well, I killed him." Hang Qing's laughter and the words came too suddenly, and that beautiful and cold face added a little flattering charm. It is as if a strong flower blooms suddenly on a landscape painting with light ink dots. None of them had ever seen the side of Hang Qing, and they immediately stumbled in place, and even unknowingly immersed in his laughter.
"You're kidding." Fu Yunjing said firmly.
"Well." Hang Qing's expression returned to normal, "I can't kill anyone."
Le Tong came back from the shock, and smiled busyly: "Yes, Mr. Su is weak, how could he kill someone?" Although Hang Qing didn't explain much, Le Tong already made up for himself. Get up: "Is that, as in many movies, there is a lunatic pervert who follows Mr. Su, and finally sends the" work "he made to Mr. Su? ... It is too perverted!" Le Tongyi filled with anger.
Hang Qing wanted to laugh. Le Tong actually found a reason for him so consciously.
Fu Yunjing was not as simple as Le Tong. He took a deep look at Hang Qing, and his dark eyes were bottomless. Hang Qing looked at him. Fu Yunjing had the urge to take a breath. This person is too pale. It feels like everything doesn't matter. But the closer you get, the more you find out that the young man with a cold attitude will have a thin face and can't help but look away. A little closer, you will find that this young boy who looks clean and fragile has a little bit of evil.
The boy looked at him just now and immediately made him think of the chuckle just now.
With a bit of demon tones.
Suddenly, Fu Yunjing's heart tightened.
It turned out that he was! It turned out he was like this ...
Hang Qing suddenly heard a voice: "The villain favorability increased by thirty."
Hang Qing was startled.
This favorability came a bit suddenly!
"Me, can I see it?" Le Tong stammered.
Hang Qing shook his head: "Can't watch."
"Is there anything behind? Scary picture? I'm not afraid."
"No," Hang Qing whispered, "Girls, can't watch."
Le Tong blushed and shut up immediately. At this moment, she felt the gentleness of the former Mr. Su deeply again.
At this time, Ruan Yue was about to ease over, and she struggled to get up: "I, I'm hungry ..."
Fu Yunjing suddenly reached out and held Hang Qing's wrist.
For the delicate skin, Fu Yunjing rubbed it unconsciously before he said, "I'm going to eat with Su Shishui. You are waiting here."
Le Tong hurriedly asked, "Are the seniors not taking a break?"
Fu Yunjing squinted at Hang Qing: "No."
Hang Qing ignored him.
Fu Yunjing felt that the feeling of grasping his heart and lungs was deeper.
"Let's go." Fu Yunjing tightened his grip on his wrist.
Only then did Hang Qing react, and followed Fu Yunjing out. Le Tong glanced at their back with a distressed glance, but remembered that there was still Ruan Yan to take care of, Le Tong still obediently stayed with Yin Jiayan.
The figures of Hang Qing and Fu Yunjing disappeared completely. Le Tong approached Yin Jiayan and whispered, "Have you ever seen Mr. Su's exhibition before?"
Yin Jiayan nodded his head: "My mother likes it very much, and accompanied her to see it."
"Awesome, what about Mr. Su's painting? I really want to see it ..."
"very nice."
Le Tong reluctantly rolled his eyes: "This description is too scarce ... to what extent do you see it? What kind of pictures do you paint?"
Yin Jiayan did not speak, as if she was remembering something.
"You are a little weird today." Le Tong looked at him. "Did you remember something?"
"It's just weird."
"What's weird?"
"Why, why did he disappear at the most famous time. Why did he appear here for so long, but no one knows it." At the year's art exhibition, it was still Yin Jiayan, a junior high school student. Come out of the young painter Su Shishui. At a glance of Jinghong, Yin Jiayan saw only one of his side faces. Therefore, when Yin Jiayan met again outside the castle, he was unable to recognize the other party as soon as possible.
"Perhaps there is a personal reason." Le Tong whispered. After speaking, she couldn't help looking at the photo album set aside. She touched it slowly.
Although she had almost guessed what it was, at this moment, Le Tong wanted to figure out what the pervert did, and what the annotations under the clippings were. Yin Jiayan noticed Le Tong ’s movements, and he did n’t know why. Instead of drinking Le Tong, he set his eyes on the album.
Yin Jiayan also wanted to know ... what happened to Su Shishui.
If you don't meet the other person again, maybe that memory will slowly fade away. But after he met again, the original picture buried deep in memory suddenly became bright and clear, and it couldn't be ignored by Yin Jiayan.
The album opened again.
"The endorsements are all dates ... here, here is not the date. What is written here ... is a poem?" Le Tong got closer: "I love mountains and seas, and mountains and seas are not equal. This man still writes poems? So rigid Writing handwriting? "
"This is a quoted verse." Yin Jiayan said lightly, and after frowning, he frowned again: "The report posted here was when Su Shishui won the China-Korea Youth Painter League Award ..."
"How do you know?" Le Tong looked at him curiously: "Have you always been paying attention?"
"My mother likes to watch, I'll ..." Yin Jiayan said half of the story, but he didn't say anything. He changed the topic and said, "At this time, Su Shishui's fame was almost pushed to the top. The teenager became famous and naturally attracted more attention ... he was playing in Korea ... "
Le Tong didn't hear his voice clearly, but just stared at the line closely, and couldn't help but pat the desktop: "I see! This man likes Mr. Su!"
Yin Jiayan hesitated: "Man ... and man? Impossible ..."
"You've seen this poem, too, isn't that just a clear expression of love that you can't wait for!"
Le Tong continued to flip backwards, and said, "Although this poem looks terrible, this person is really annoying enough, as if he can't wait to put Mr. Su's every move into it!" Finally, Le Tong turned to the second half. Le Tong looked at the above photo firmly, extruding two words from his teeth: "... pervert!"
Yin Jiayan was almost blindfolded, her fingertips trembled, and she raised her hand to fasten the photo album: "Don't look."
Le Tong didn't dare to touch it again. At first glance, it would make people feel as if their heart was about to jump out.
"What the is this place?" Le Tong murmured, "What dirty things are in this castle ..."
No one can answer her question.
Ruan Yue is a young lady and has never encountered such a thing. Then she could not help crying.
The room was silent, leaving Ruan Yue crying low.
Le Tongxi authentically said: "This photo album cannot be sent by a pervert ... This thing should be his treasure. Even if you want to show off to Mr. Su, you won't post it. So here is the perverted home?"
Yin Jiayan didn't say anything.
Le Tong quickly pressed his head: "Can't just think about it, I'll go out and find clues ..."
"Come on." Yin Jiayan glanced at Ruan Ye's direction, signaled that he would look at it.
Le Tong nodded and walked out immediately.
The rain stopped temporarily outside, and the corridor was bright a lot, and the horror atmosphere last night was cleared.
Le Tong started walking from room to room on the third floor. Because there was a photo album in her head, even if she was walking alone at this time, Le Tong didn't feel so scared. The castle is really big. Although it is only three stories high, there are many rooms on each floor. And each room is very wide. Because it was too long before Shui Mi entered, Le Tong felt tired after leaving. She pushed open the door and went in for a while, leaning against the cabinet, because the cabinet shook twice, and the vase on it fell. Came down.
"Pop", the vase was broken, and a beautiful booklet came out, looking like an invitation. Le Tong reached out and picked it up: "... This is really the Rose Castle? How could this be the case? We went in the wrong place?"
"Summer 13? The Rose Garden Banquet? Inviting ... Herman Dreiser."
...
Fu Yunjing kept pinching Hang Qing's wrist and did not loosen, they went downstairs slowly.
"What's that man's name?" Fu Yunjing asked suddenly.
Hang Qing lifted his eyelids: "Are you just so curious?"
"Not curious." Fu Yunjing hooked his lips. "It's the kind of person who should be dealt with in order to avoid harm to others."
"Then you don't need to do it. He is dead. Besides ... Are you a freshman? Ivory tower student who hasn't entered the society. Even if you know who he is, what can you do?" tunnel.
The corners of Fu Yunjing's mouth drooped, and there was a dim light in his eyes.
Hang Qing was caught off guard by the wall.
Fu Yunjing approached him, staring at his eyes tightly, with a feeling of affection: "There are more things you can do in your lifetime ..."
Fu Yunjing also looks very good.
The facial features are too handsome, and the uncontrollable suffocation between the eyebrows makes him look more full of male charm. Such a standard bad student image can easily win girls' favor.
Fu Yunjing got closer.
He could almost glimpse the blood vessels between Hang Qing's neck.
The person's skin was too white, as if it were going to be transparent.
Fu Yunjing's mind floated like that painting. At the same time, it seemed that he really smelled the aroma of rose in his nose. Fu Yunjing's heartbeat rose unconsciously, and he even felt a sense of intoxication.
Hang Qing pushed him away expressionlessly: "... can't see. Find something to eat first."
Fu Yunjing stood still. He took a breath and then followed Hang Qing: "You are really weird ... you will smile shyly, you will be faceless, and you will laugh like that." Fu Yunjing narrowed his eyes slightly, revealing A little aftertaste.
"You are also very strange." Hang Qing opened the refrigerator without looking at him.
"Where am I strange? Is it because Mr. Su thinks I am special?" Fu Yunjing added a tone of laughter.
"You look like bad intentions." Hang Qing stated the evaluation calmly.
Fu Yunjing: "..."
"Hold." Hang Qing handed the food to his hands.
Fu Yun Kyoto embraced his arms, turned to the kitchen, washed his hands and started to make food.
Hang Qing glanced at the wall clock at 10:30 in the morning. They still have plenty of time.
Fu Yunjing spent an hour preparing food for several people. But he did not immediately get upstairs. He put some in front of Hang Qing: "Eat first." Fu Yunjing accompany him for dinner before taking the food upstairs, he whispered: "Wait for me ..."
Hang Qing glanced at the smile on his face, and Hang Qing always felt that this smile seemed a little bad.
Is this really something to do?
Fu Yunjing's footsteps were getting farther and farther, until he could not hear them at all. Hang Qing glanced out the window, and he could see the garden. The deserted garden was empty and muddy, and looked dirty, because of the lack of human relationship, it looked a little scary.
"It's going to rain again ..."
It was only ten minutes before and after. The rain did swell down thinly again, slap on the glass window, and made a disturbing sound. Lightning and thunder followed, and the crystal chandeliers in the restaurant shook as if startled.
The crystal chandelier was shaking, making a sour squeak.
Hang Qing glanced up at the wall clock.
At half past eleven.
And Fu Yunjing has not been seen.
It's almost noon. Once this time passes, the whole castle will change dramatically, just like entering another world in the game. If the castle under his control is fine, today's castle will become more terrifying.
Hang Qing was a bit bored. He rubbed the corner of the table and stood up: "... Are there any ghosts?"
The restaurant was silent.
But a shadow appeared on the wall.
That shadow can only cling to the wall, it tries to struggle outside the wall, but