"elder brother… "
Feng Xuan was still a little dazed looking at her brother's figure, and her thoughts went back to Fang Shijie.
After clearing the world inexplicably, she was called by the big ghost.
The ghost looked at her up and down, nodded admiringly, and a token with the word "bing" on it floated out of his hand.
"Xie Wei, you have cleared the Fang world, and according to the rules, you should be sent back to the original world."
The big ghost smiled ferociously, showing an evil face: "But that is all lying to you. Those who can be summoned into the other world are all sinful people. Whether you pass the level or not, there are only two choices. One is to die, and the other is to die." Be a part of Fang World."
Feng Xuan's eyes were dark, and she said neither humble nor overbearing: "Since you came to talk to me, it seems that it is the second choice."
The big ghost laughed loudly and shook his head: "Don't be too complacent, if not... In fact, you will definitely die, but now you do have a second choice."
"Becoming an NPC in the square world, your soul will stay in the square world, but the adults have given you privileges. When your world is not open, you can continue to live in the real world."
Feng Xuan was slightly stunned, seeing the envy in the big ghost's eyes, she naturally understood how generous such a condition is, but...why
There is no such thing as a good thing in the sky, she can't understand this truth.
The big ghost didn't explain that much to him, just waved his hand and threw the token to her.
"Look at the good news."
Yuechu heard her calling, turned around and clicked on the latest headlines, and handed them to her.
"Xie Zhou, President of Huafeng Group, passed away last night."
Feng Xuan's pupils trembled slightly, she clicked on the hot search with trembling fingers, carefully read each word, wishing she could chew a few short lines to pieces.
She laughed out loud, tears flowed from the corners of her slightly raised eyes, and finally... finally...
Yuechu smiled lightly and patted her head, letting her vent her emotions. Perhaps the scar has been hidden for too long, but it has already degenerated and pus in an invisible corner. Only when it is completely torn will new flesh grow.
Seeing that Feng Xuan was a little calmer, he blinked mysteriously, and said softly: "This is just the beginning, the best show is yet to come."
Feng Xuan wiped her tears with a smile, and nodded vigorously. She held on to Yuechu's clothes tightly, this broad chest brought her endless warmth and support
Yue Chu patted her shoulder affectionately, looking out through the window. Beautifully dressed girls gathered together in twos and threes, laughing and walking past the street, just looking at it made people feel happy.
And he hoped that Feng Xuan would be like this in the future, happy, confident, and happy.
night
Yuechu was busy in the kitchen wearing a black apron. His knife skills were very good, and the vegetables he cut were thin and neat, and very fast.
The porridge was still cooking in the pot next to it, and it was steaming, and the aroma could be smelled all over the room before it was cooked.
And standing behind him, Fang Tian, who was staring at him like a vicious dog who only stared at the fleshy bones, was sticking out his tongue with a wheezing sound, almost bleeding all over the floor.
Originally, Fang Tian wanted to help, but he was clumsy, not only did not help, but also caused a lot of chaos, so he was driven out of the kitchen by Yuechu.
However, not long after, he felt as lonely as snow while watching TV in his room, so he ran into the kitchen again, watching Yuechu busy like this was also a happy thing.
Yuechu in the apron is so pretty...
The black rope was tied behind his waist, making his waist look extra slender, making people want to hug him from behind.
Yuechu turned around and almost pressed the spatula to Fang Tian's face.
He raised his eyebrows slightly, stretched out his hand to push him away, and put the washed vegetables aside for later use: "What are you doing standing so close? Be careful of oil splashing on your face later."
Fang Tian doesn't care, he is not afraid of splashing on his face, he can continue to use it after repairing it casually.
He continued to stick close to Yuechu's side, leaned close to his ear, and asked in a low voice: "When can I eat?"
Yuechu looked back and smiled: "Come on, after you finish frying this dish, you can start the meal."
Fang Tian only felt that that glance seemed to hit his heart, making his legs go limp, dizzy, as if he was lying in a cotton cloud, and flew floatingly into the sky.
After Yuechu turned around, her eyes became deep, staring closely at the white and slender neck, greedily licking her dry lips.
It's a perfect place for lip prints.
Ding dong, the door rang.
Yuechu was cooking, so she asked Fang Tian to open the door.
Fang Tian took the order to go, but his eyes, which were still slightly bright just now, turned dark. Even through a door, he could smell the stench of those old bull noses.
The ones standing at the door were none other than the old Taoist priest and Huang Song. The two waited nearby for three days but did not see Yuechu coming to the door, so they had to find it by themselves.
Fang Tian and the two looked at each other, blocking the door like a door god, without any hint of politeness.
Huang Song even went to check the house number, that's right, why the sudden change?
He scratched his hair, and asked worriedly: "Well, we're looking for Fellow Daoist Yue, don't you know he's there?"
Fang Tian looked indifferently, "Not here."
ah? Huang Song has a headache, what should I do if I'm not here
However, the old Taoist pushed the idiot apprentice away, and smiled kindly, and the surroundings of his face were a little deeper.
"I know that Fellow Daoist Yue is here, so I wonder if I can go into the house and discuss something important."
important matter? Isn't it just thinking about how to kill him
Fang Tian gave a cold snort, and was about to turn him away, when Yue Chu wiped his hands and walked over, and saw the two of them froze for a moment, frowning.
He pressed Fang Tian's shoulder, with a helpless smile on his face, and said to the two priests: "Please go back, you two, I really have nothing to say."
It's just that the smile on the face seems to have permeated Coptis chinensis bitterly, just looking at it makes people feel sad.
Fang Tian clenched his fists, he couldn't bear to let Yuechu fall into self-blame, but he didn't want to leave him even more.
For the first time, he experienced the dilemma in his heart, and he didn't know what to do.
The old Taoist said earnestly and earnestly: "Daoist Yue, even if you don't think about yourself, you should also think about the common people in the world. I see that your face is clear and honest, and you are definitely not the kind of crazy person. Why do you keep silent about this matter?"
Yuechu's eyes moved slightly, and his lips were pressed together tightly, revealing a powerless resistance.
He said bitterly: "I have my own difficulties..."
The old Taoist didn't say much, and took out a black pot and handed it to Yue Chu, saying with compassion: "If fellow Daoist Yue doubts what I say, why don't you try to pick up this pot."
Yuechu was slightly stunned, and was about to reach out to take it, but was stopped by Fang Tian.
He had already seen clearly what was inside, it was Karma Fire.
The old Taoist didn't hide it either: "This is the fire of karma I borrowed from the Daguan Temple, you might as well try it, fellow Taoist, to see how serious your sins are."
"Shut up!"
Fang Tian felt like a knife was twisting his heart, Yuechu had never been guilty, only him was guilty!
He desperately reached out his hand to take away the fire, but Yuechu grabbed his hand.
Yue Chu's hands can be regarded as slender and slender, far less broad than Fang Tian's, but they easily stopped Fang Tian's movements.
Naturally, he couldn't let Fang Tian touch this kind of thing, he sighed lightly, and took the fire of karma from the old Taoist priest.
I saw a small ball of flames suddenly burst out from the silent black jar, which burned Yuechu's hand.
It wasn't until the black pot fell to the ground that the flames were slowly extinguished.
Fang Tian held his hand distressedly, a trace of tears leaked from his usually cold eyes, which turned into scarlet hatred, and stabbed at the two of them like sharp arrows.
how dare they...
Yuechu didn't feel the pain, and looked at her swollen palms with calm eyes. Gently patted the back of Fang Tian's hand, he took Fang Tian's hand and turned sideways, letting the door open.
"You win, please."
Yuechu took a sip of tea, and said lightly, "I did meet someone, and I did doubt her."
Fang Tian was as stiff as a stone, his eyes were locked on him tightly, with the despair of breaking the boat.
It turned out that Yuechu had suspected him a long time ago, so the closeness of this period of time...
There was bitterness in his eyes, it didn't matter, even if it was a purposeful approach, he was willing to use it for him.
Yuechu put the mobile phone in front of the Taoist priest, and sighed: "It's not your words that really changed my mind, but this..."
"I suspect that someone was killed. There may be something wrong with Xie Zhou's death."
"On that day, I accidentally ran into my wife Fang Wan. She was the only person I met for the first time."
What
Fang Tian looked at Yuechu blankly.
The old Taoist took his mobile phone to check the news on it. Of course he had seen this trending search, but he didn't take it seriously.
He stroked his long beard, and looked at Yuechu with drooping clear eyes: "How can you be sure?"
Yuechu's face was solemn, and his eyebrows were slightly frowned. He was actually not sure, but his intuition beyond ordinary people told him that the probability was at least 70%.
He shook his head lightly: "I'm not sure, I even think that a woman as weak and beautiful as Mrs. Xie, who is still worried about her seriously ill son, can't be as bad-hearted as you said."
"That's why I was reluctant to say it in the first place, because such suspicions are unwarranted and deeply hurtful."
He raised his eyes and looked at the two Taoist priests: "I have said everything that needs to be said. As for the truth, you need to verify it."
Putting the full cup of tea in front of the two of them, the meaning of seeing off the guests is already clear.
The old Taoist pondered for a while, and decided to find out first. No matter whether Yuechu told the truth or not, he couldn't escape his eyes in the end.
"Okay, we'll go to Xie's house."
Yuechu breathed a sigh of relief, and then there was a little smile on his face.
"With the presence of two Taoist priests, I feel relieved."
Until the door closed, Fang Tian was still sitting on the sofa with blank eyes, the cup in his hand was extremely hot, but he kept holding the cup tightly without feeling it.
Yuechu raised her eyebrows amusedly, walked over and took the cup from his hand and put it aside, and gently blew on his hot and red palm.
"Why?"
Fang Tian asked in a hoarse voice, turned around and pushed Yue Chu down on the sofa, staring at him condescendingly.
That pair of pitch-black eyes were extremely deep, with a dark color like dark clouds overwhelming the city, staring deeply, deeply at Yuechu.
Fang Tian is not stupid, and he knows that Yuechu is smart and quick-witted, and if he connects all the things before and after, everything becomes clear suddenly.
Yuechu knew, and it could even be said that he had already discovered something was wrong with him.
But even so, he still chose to hide it for him.
Fang Tian's heart thumped wildly, and he pinched Yuechu's wrist tightly with his fingers, wanting to embrace this man presumptuously, but he was afraid that all of this was just his own fantasy.
Yuechu smiled lightly, her clear eyes were bent into crescent shapes, like silver sparkling spring water, flowing with a gentle smile.
"Are you asking me why I know you are the Ghost King of Fang Shijie and I am still willing to continue dating you, or why I want to hide my identity for you in front of these two Taoist priests?"
Fang Tian was startled, and almost fell directly on Yuechu's body.
He... how does he know so much? !