His hands were very nice and slender, and his pale fingertips reached the bottle. Yan Rong's mouth widened with a smile, almost waving with a cruel look.

--"hiss!"

The moment I touched the bottle, the icy heart, which would never have beaten, felt severe pain. Yan Rong frowned, covering his heart, and curled up in pain.

It seemed that the most fragile place was pierced with dense needles, and it seemed that the whole body was being burned by fire.

"Yan Rong!"

The man was chopping vegetables in the kitchen. He heard the voice of ghosts outside and shook his hand with a knife. It happened to fall on his left index finger.

The blood came out almost immediately. Yin red blood was very conspicuous on the white fingers.

He didn't care to look at his injured hand at all, dropped his knife and came to Yan Rong in a panic. When he saw the pain in his heart, his pupils contracted sharply.

He Qing shook his hand and tried to support him, but he was thrown away in pain.

Yan Rong was controlled by the pain, his body was trembling, his eyes were red, and he gritted his teeth and asked him, "What's inside that bottle!"

Why did he feel so uncomfortable when he touched it?

Uncomfortable, as if to die again.

Trapped on the seat, he looked at the sight of the man dropping his escape without hesitation and appeared in front of him. The ghost stared at He Qing, full of vigilance and distrust.

Seeing the man just looking at him helplessly, but not speaking, Yan Rong was terrified, "What! What is inside!"

He Qing stared at him stunnedly. Eventually, in his vigilant eyes, he walked over and hugged him.

As the two hugged each other, the bone-chilling chill seemed to be suppressed, and even the pain in the heart was almost gone.

Yan Rong hugged the man greedily, narrowed his eyes for enjoyment, and let out a sigh.

Wherever he couldn't see, He Qing leaned his head on the ghost's shoulders, his lips were pale and his face was full of pain.

The pain was subdued, and Yan Rong's emotions improved a little. I don't know if He Qing was compliant with him these days. He even felt aggrieved.

This time I asked again, the ghost's voice calmed down a little bit, "He Qing, what the **** is that?"

The man's face was blank and his tone was plain, "You don't need to know."

Yan Rong's eyes were slightly relaxed just after the pain was calmed down, but this time he did not show it, but he asked some cunning detours, "Is it only me who can't touch it, or everyone?"

He Qing knew what idea he was playing. He fell behind Yan Rong with both hands and warned, "Don't hit it."

This sentence was naturally understood by Yan Rong as the ghost who never appeared.

He Qing trapped him here, wasn't it just for the ghost at first?

Yan Rong's eyes were dull, and his heart was full of anger.

He was bad in his bones. Now that he knows how much He Qing doesn't want him to move the bottle, the more he wants to touch it.

If the ghost is dead, He Qing, can't he get rid of him anymore?

The ghost thought, his expression suddenly froze, somewhat stunned.

Why would he want to be with He Qing forever, shouldn't he just kill the ghost and then kill He Qing?

But then, he found a good reason for his idea.

Because He Qing is a stunner.

Both the appearance and the figure are unexpectedly perfect.

He is now dozing for a while, and when he has figured out how to use the power of ghosts, the initiative is in his hands.

By that time, he must trap He Qing in the room, and he would not be allowed to go anywhere. He could only stay on the bed obediently, and he was not allowed to wear any clothes on his body.

Thinking of the future scene, Yan Rong pressed his anger and kept holding the man's posture, asking him, "How can you understand the way to imprison me?"

He Qing's face was gradually turning back. He didn't want the ghost to find his suddenly pale face, so he had to answer questions.

"It's my uncle, a book he left with the method written in it."

Yan Rong's eyes darkened, his face thoughtfully.

"Can I read that book?" His attitude was excellent.

The man didn't hesitate at all and answered directly, "No."

it is as expected.

The ghost is not strange, if the man is willing to show him him.

That book was definitely not at home. When He Qing was away, he almost bored the whole house over, and he couldn't find any books at all.

In his heart, he planned to slowly talk from He Qing's mouth. Yan Rong was so good at the moment, he asked again, "Why did I just hurt?"

The man hesitated and said, "Because of the bottle."

"When you hug me, you won't hurt anymore. Are you doing it?"

He Qing lowered her eyes, her pale pale lips did not open, "Uh."

Others, Yan Rong asked again, he did not answer.

When Yan Rong's heart was completely gone, he slowly let go of the man and stretched his waist. The uncle said to the man who was still sitting on the ground, "Don't you say you want to cook for me?"

"Ok."

He Qing stood up, his face pale, but almost the same as before.

Yan Rong didn't care about it at all. His eyes had been attracted by the red on the man's left index finger.

"What's going on?" he asked.

The man lowered his head, only to find that he had forgotten the wound in his hand. He didn't take it seriously, and slowly lowered his hand. "It's okay, I accidentally cut it."

The ghost stared at the wound, reaching for it and falling to his lips.

He really seemed to be a living person at this moment, his lips warmed up, although it was only faint, but it didn't look like a ghost at all.

On the contrary, it was He Qing, his face was white, and his body was covered with coldness. If the two were seen together, it would be a man more like a ghost.

Touching a bit of cold skin, Yan Rong frowned, but said nothing. His lips landed gently on the wound, and he smiled at He Qing.

"If you are injured, you must deal with it in time, or it will not be inflamed."

He said in a serious manner, as if he was really good for a man, but his lips were open, including the injured place.

The dried blood entered his mouth, and the ghost's eyes narrowed slightly, like a child drinking milk, wriggling his lips, swallowing the outside blood into his abdomen.

The blood was like attracting him, exuding a seductive fragrance. It hadn't been touched before, and it was okay. Now that he was in the mouth, Yan Rong only felt comfortable from the bottom of his heart.

He held He Qing's hand and was not satisfied after containing all the blood outside. He squeezed the wound anxiously, trying to find more blood.

"hiss--"

Suddenly being pressed so hard against the wound, the man subconsciously shouted, and the ghost, who had just indulged in the charming fragrance, reacted violently, and he raised his head somewhat stunned.

There was still a trace of blood in his corner of his mouth, and his eyes were red. At this moment, it looked like He Li looked up to He Qing.

Yan Rong didn't need to look at it to know how uncomfortable he was now. He lowered his eyes slightly, looking at the blood squeezed from himself on the white finger, sticking out his tongue and licking his lips.

"Why would I want to drink your blood?"

He Qing shuddered and whispered, "I don't know."

"Huh."

Except for the initial indulgence, the ghost was completely awake at this moment. He stood up and took out the gauze from the medicine cabinet in the room to help He Qing wrap up the wound.

The scent of blood seemed to be unattractive as the gauze wrapped, and the restless expression hidden on his face finally disappeared. This was truly calm.

The man looked at his movements, his eyes were bright, but his voice was quiet, "Drink if you want."

"Lao Tzu is not a beast, there is nothing wrong with it." The ghost was knotting the gauze. Hearing his words that could be regarded as an invitation, he quickly grieved again.

He looked at He Qing's beautiful face, his lips raised again, like a never tired snake, and he entangled it again.

The man was originally sitting on the ground. At this moment, the ghost was lying on his body, making him have to lean back, and it was difficult to support.

Yan Rong and his face are face to face, and the tip of his nose seems to be fainted with a heart-pounding scent. He can't tell what the taste is, but it is certain that this taste has calmed down the whole person.

Somewhere, excited.

He exhaled, and his lips lightly touched He Qing's white cheeks. He slowly suggested, "Don't cook, I'll eat you enough."

The man lowered his eyes, seemingly expressionless, but that beautiful eye trembles his eyelashes, and once, like a small feather, flicking Yan Rong.

The smile on his lips gradually widened, and he slowly lay down next to He Qing without a figure, hugged the man and let him sit on himself.

When his eyes narrowed slightly, he was like a bewitching fox demon, laughing at the moment, it made the man at a loss.

"Mr. He, it's not as good as this. Let's play something new today."

The ghost stood up slightly, and no one but the two of them in the room was whispering. His lips were close to the white earlobe of the man. Seeing that there was a thin layer of red on it, he leaned in with satisfaction.

The magnetic voice was low and deep, and asked, "Today, you are on it, okay?"

There was no extra expression on He Qing's face, but with both hands, he grabbed the next carpet nervously, without opening.

Yan Rong is really like a ghost that has lived for hundreds of years and is proficient in confusing people, pinching the man's waist with both hands and moving a few times.

"That's it, okay?"

Seeing He Qing still didn't move, he was a little unhappy, threatening with half-truth, "If you don't agree, even if I die of pain, I will drop that bottle!"

Under his complacent and angry eyes, the man's cheeks were flushed with blushes, and he stretched his hands slowly and nervously with his hands on the ground nervously and carefully.

Although he had long known that he would be the reaction, Yan Rong was still displeased.

He can't do anything, just for the lonely ghost who doesn't know where he is now?

Unhappy in my heart, the ghost's movements became more violent, as if to throw a shot of anger on the people under him.

In the end, when I heard that the man who was always a calm and self-supporting man cried out and called his name to beg for mercy, it always seemed to be calmed by the heart burned by the fire.

He hugged the man who was struggling, and went to bed.

Before pressing down, Yan Rong kissed up.

After touching the somewhat cold lips, he smiled with satisfaction, maybe it was done cool, maybe He Qing's previous cry gave him great satisfaction, Yan Rong deceived him in his ear and announced in a low voice , "You are mine."

The man shook his body, cried with red eyes and met his eyes in disbelief, and got a soft kiss.

Not only did Yan Rong not take back his words, but he said more affirmatively, "From now on, you are my own. Do you understand?"

"Come, follow me now and say that you are my honour."

He Qing gasped low, her beautifully shaped lips closed tightly, and she didn't want to speak at all.

Yan Rong narrowed his eyes and pressed it up again, "Say no!"

After receiving a silent rejection, he felt angry in his heart, only to feel that the man was extremely ignorant.

He clearly behaved well when the two were together. In the end, he even hugged him and refused to let him go. How come now, he made this reluctant look again.

The more he wanted to get angry, he began to toss men.

By the early morning of the next day, He Qing was already in a coma, his face was red with tears, and his voice had been dumb, but he still refused to say that sentence under the persecution of ghosts.

Yan Rong's anger from the beginning turned into a faceless expression now.

When the first ray of sunlight came in the morning, he frowned and dropped the man and left the room.

If you don’t say it, don’t say it, when he is rare?

Yan Rong's latest new game is to run to the balcony to call people, whether he can get a response, or whether those responses call him a neuropathy, anyway, he is very happy as long as he confirms that what he said was heard.

The room was full of smell of sandalwood. The man was lying on the bed weakly. His beautiful eyes were already crying. He looked at the golden sunlight outside and shone on him, but he could not feel the temperature at all.

Zhang Qing lips, He Qing whispered a few words silently.

I'm yours.

Yan Rong.

【Ding! Yan Rong favors: 87, please continue to work hard. 】

He Qing, who is struggling to make a concave shape, almost didn't laugh out loud, "Don't cooperate so much, my emotions will finally come up, and I have to hold back. 】

The system has a serious suggestion. [According to the system detection, when you go to bed on average, the goal of the strategy will increase by two to three, and the host can always mate with the strategy. 】

He Qing is really going to be amused by the system. [You don’t want to say that, it’s so unpleasant, we are the great consummation of love and harmony. 】

[And...] He lay down in a different direction, exposing his miserable beauty covered with kiss marks directly to the door, his eyes sad, as if full of autumn water.

[Do you think I don’t want to complete the task in such a simple and rough way? But we not only have to go to the kidney, we have to take care of our heart, Rong'er is not so good to deal with, but really, heh, he really does a good job, and because of that, he can rest all night, I think... ...Oh, Rong'er is here...]

[System, chat next time. 】

After unilaterally cutting off the dialogue, He Qing continued to lie down in his original posture, and Yan Rong's figure appeared outside the door.

He had just regained a few neuropathy, and now he is in a much better mood. Now he is satisfied with watching the man leaning weakly on the bed, showing the little stars on his fair skin.

Although he refuses to be with himself, there are always ways.

Yan Rong raised his lips, smiled and stepped forward, grabbing He Qing.

"He Zong, do you still want to go to the company today?"

"Well." It's okay not to talk about this. When talking about this, the man who was still lying immediately struggled to get up.

Just after getting up and the sun shining on him, he subconsciously flinched and coughed softly.

Yan Rong didn't find out that he was coughing because of the sun. When he saw his uncomfortable look, he crossed his eyes with joy, and put forward to pretend to make good suggestions. "Since you are not feeling well, you should stay at home today."

"No." The man refused his offer without hesitation, and while coughing, he got up and put on some clothes.

After getting his rejection, Yan Rong's complexion fell, but he quickly hid, he said, "Don't go if you are uncomfortable. Otherwise, I promise not to touch you today."

He still wonders why Qing insists on going to the company every day to avoid his own demands.

Yan Rong knew that he wanted more, and it was normal for He Qing to be unable to bear it, so he generously stated that he could spare him a day.

The man shook his head again, and rejected him again, "I have something to do in the company."

After being refused again and again, the ghost's face was not good, and finally he could only watch the man who was pressed by himself for a night and his clothes were neatly dressed, and he calmly pushed open the door and went out.

He didn't give up after He Qing walked to the door and reached out to twist the handle, but he couldn't turn it anymore, so he finally gave up.

He came to God's case with hate and looked at the bottle behind the incense altar, his eyes full of jealousy.

If he was allowed to meet the lonely ghost, he must beat him up in disregard of He Qing.

Hiding in the dark and watching He Qing drive away, Yan Ze stood up and made a phone call with his mobile phone, "Yes, Master, you can come now."

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There is a legend in the street recently that a madman moved into the rich neighborhood next door.

The madman’s favorite thing is to stand on the balcony and yell. He will laugh wildly when he gets a response. Now he hears that someone turns him away and leaves only the inexplicably yelled person. Nowhere to spread.

Today, a strange person came to the community, wearing ancient clothes, with long white hair, and an old man who looked a little mysterious.

He was invited by Yan Ze to collect ghosts.

Ghost, naturally is Yan Rong.

The old man has been in the rivers and lakes for many years, and came to the family that the employer said, and he took out the master key and poke it into the lock core.

After a while, the door opened.

He squinted and walked in.

Five minutes later, the old man screamed and ran out, leaving the door open.

After seeing Yan Ze, who was outside the community, he stuttered stupidly, "Ghost...Ghost...There are ghosts!"

"Nonsense!" Yan Ze shouted at him. "Isn't it good to let you catch ghosts?"

"I, I don't want to do it anymore, you can find someone else!"

This master ancestor was indeed a ghost catcher, but in his generation, there were no ghosts to let him catch him. I just thought that the stories uploaded by the ancestors were all made up by blind makers. Signboards swaying everywhere to help people watch Feng Shui catch ghosts.

Speaking of ghost catching, in fact, most of them are suspicious of others. He used to do what he used to do.

Originally thought that this errand was the same, he was all ready to spread Sammy on the ground, then splash some water on the wall, and then went back to tell the employer he had a fierce fight with the evil spirit, and finally successfully surrendered it. Story.

Unexpectedly, when he opened the door, he found that there was a person standing inside. He was about to leave with guilty conscience, and was dragged in.

Then he subconsciously waved his hand, strung over the man's head.

Fortunately, he ran fast, or he had to explain it today.

"I'm not going to do it, you can find someone else!" Even if Yan Ze gave him 20 billion today, he would not dare to take the job.

"Don't leave, you have to find a way for me today."

The old man could not be dragged away, but had no choice but to dig in his body, found a dilapidated book, took it out and shook it.

"This book, my family's ancestor uploaded a ghost, 100,000, sold it to you."

While Yan Ze looked at the book with a doubtful expression, Yan Rong stood at the door opened by the old man in He Qing's house and took a foot gently.

Wait until it comes out completely.

He looked down at his hand, his lips hooked.

What should I do first?

Why not kill Yan Ze?