His hand was beautiful, long and slender, and his pale fingertips reached the bottle. Yan Rong's smile widened, almost with a cruel expression, and he swung it violently.
-"hiss!"
The moment he touched the bottle, his cold heart, which would not be beating for a long time, started to hurt violently. Yan Rong frowned, covered his heart, and curled up in pain.
It seemed that the most vulnerable place was mercilessly pierced by dense needles, and it seemed that the whole body was being burned by fire.
"Yan Rong!"
The man was chopping vegetables in the kitchen, when he heard the painful cries of the ghosts outside, the hand holding the knife trembled, and it happened to land on the index finger of his left hand.
Fresh blood came out almost immediately, and the bright red blood was very conspicuous on the white fingers.
He didn't bother to look at his injured hand at all, he dropped the knife and came to Yan Rong in a panic. When he saw the painful appearance of him clutching his heart, his pupils constricted suddenly.
He Qing shook his hands and tried to help him up, but he pushed him away with a painful face.
Yan Rong was controlled by the pain, his body was trembling, his eyes were bloodshot, he gritted his teeth and asked him, "What's in that bottle!"
Why did he feel so uncomfortable when he touched it.
It was uncomfortable, as if I was about to die again.
Trapped on the seat, watching the man weakly leaving him to escape without hesitation appeared before him again, the ghost stared at He Qing, full of vigilance and distrust.
Seeing that the man just looked at him helplessly but didn't speak, Yan Rong had a grim face, "What is it! What's inside!"
He Qing stared at him blankly, and finally, under his vigilant eyes, walked over and hugged him.
As the two hugged each other, the bone-chilling chill seemed to be suppressed by something, and even the pain in the heart was almost gone.
Yan Rong hugged the man greedily, narrowed his eyes in enjoyment, and let out a sigh.
Where he couldn't see, He Qing leaned his head on the ghost's shoulder, his lips were pale from the cold, and his face was full of pain.
The pain subsided, and Yan Rong's mood improved a little. I don't know if it's because He Qing has been obedient to him these days, and he even feels a little wronged in his heart.
Asking again this time, the ghost's voice became a little calmer, "He Qing, what's in that?"
The man had a pale face and a flat tone, "You don't need to know."
Yan Rong, who was slightly relaxed just now because the pain was calmed down, immediately showed displeasure in his eyes, but this time he didn't show it, but asked a little cunningly, "Is it only me who can't touch it, or everyone else?"
He Qing knew what he was thinking, put his hands behind Yan Rong's back, and warned, "Don't think about it."
These words were naturally understood by Yan Rong as the ghost that never showed up.
Wasn't it because of that ghost that He Qing trapped him here in the first place
Yan Rong's eyes were dark, and his heart was full of anger.
He was vicious in his bones, and now that he knew how much He Qing didn't want him to touch that bottle, he wanted to touch it even more.
If that ghost died, He Qing would never be able to get rid of him again
The ghost was thinking, his expression suddenly paused, and he was a little stunned.
Why would he want to be with He Qing forever? Shouldn't he kill that ghost and then kill He Qing
But then, he found a good reason for his idea.
Because He Qing is a stunner.
Whether it is appearance or figure, they are unexpectedly perfect.
He is only temporarily dormant now, and after he figures out how to use the ghost's ability, the initiative will be in his hands.
At that time, he must trap He Qing in the room, and he is not allowed to go anywhere. He can only stay on the bed obediently, and he is not allowed to wear any clothes on his body.
Thinking of the future scene, Yan Rong suppressed his anger, just kept embracing the man, and asked him, "How do you know how to imprison me?"
He Qing's complexion was gradually turning around. He didn't want the ghost to find his face that had suddenly turned pale, so he answered every question.
"It's my uncle, a book he left behind, which records the method."
Yan Rong's eyes darkened, his face thoughtful.
"Can I read that book?" He had a great attitude.
The man didn't hesitate at all, and replied directly, "No."
it is as expected.
The ghost didn't think it was strange either, it would only be if the man was willing to show him.
That book was definitely not kept at home. When He Qing was away, he was so bored that he almost wanted to turn over the whole house, but he didn't find any books at all.
Calculating in his heart to slowly get the words out of He Qing's mouth, Yan Rong was so easy to talk at the moment, he asked again, "Why did I hurt just now?"
The man hesitated for a moment, and said, "Because of the bottle."
"As soon as you hug me, it won't hurt. Are you doing something?"
He Qing lowered his eyes, his lips were still pale from the cold, "Yeah."
For the rest, Yan Rong asked again, but he didn't answer.
When Yan Rong's heart stopped hurting completely, he slowly let go of the man, stretched his waist, and said to the man who was still sitting on the ground like a grandpa, "Didn't you say you want to cook for me?"
"Um."
He Qing stood up, his face was a little pale, but it was almost the same as before.
Yan Rong didn't take it seriously at all, his gaze was already attracted by the redness on the man's left index finger.
"What's going on here?" he asked.
The man lowered his head, only to realize that he had forgotten about the wound on his hand. He didn't take it seriously, and slowly put down his hand, "It's okay, I accidentally cut it."
But the ghost stared at the wound, reached out and grabbed it, and landed on his lips.
He really seemed to be a living person at this moment, and his lips became warm. Although it was only faint, he didn't look like a ghost at all.
On the contrary, it was He Qing, with a pale face and a cold body. If the two were seen together, the man would look more like a ghost.
Touching the somewhat cold skin, Yan Rong frowned, but didn't say anything, his lips lightly touched the wound, and smiled at He Qing.
"If you are injured, you must deal with it in time, or you won't get an infection."
He spoke solemnly, as if he was sincerely doing good for the man, but he opened his lips, sucking the injured part.
The dried blood entered his mouth, and the ghost's eyes narrowed slightly, like a child drinking milk, wriggling its lips, swallowing all the blood outside into its belly.
The blood seemed to be attracting him, exuding a seductive aroma, it was fine if he hadn't touched it before, but now that he had entered his mouth, Yan Rong only felt relieved from the bottom of his heart.
He held He Qing's hand, and was still not satisfied after sucking all the blood out of it. His subordinates began to squeeze the wound eagerly, trying to find more blood.
"hiss-"
Suddenly being pressed so hard on the wound, the man subconsciously yelled, the ghost who was still indulging in the charming fragrance just now reacted suddenly, and raised his head in a daze.
There was still a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were red. The way he looked up at He Qing at this moment really looked like a fierce ghost.
Yan Rong didn't need to look to know how embarrassing he looked now, he lowered his eyes slightly, looked at the blood squeezed out by himself on the white finger, stuck out his tongue, and licked his lips.
"Why would I want to drink your blood?"
He Qing twitched his eyelashes and said in a low voice, "I don't know."
"Tsk."
Apart from the obsession at the beginning, the ghost has now fully awakened. He stood up, took out gauze from the medicine box in the room familiarly, and helped He Qing bandage the wound.
The scent of fresh blood seemed to lose its appeal along with the gauze wrapping, and the restless expression hidden on his face finally disappeared, and this was the real peace.
The man watched his movements with bright eyes, but his voice was extremely weak, "You can drink if you want."
"I'm not a beast, I don't have that problem." The ghost was knotting the gauze, and when he heard his words that could be called an invitation, his expression stopped, and he quickly became fierce again.
He looked at He Qing's beautiful face, and his lips curled up again, like a never-tiring snake, entwined around it again.
The man was originally sitting on the ground, but at this moment the ghost was lying on top of him, forcing him to lean back and support himself with some difficulty.
Yan Rong was face to face with the person below him, and the tip of his nose seemed to be smeared with a refreshing fragrance. He couldn't tell what it was, but it was certain that this smell made him feel at peace.
It also made someone excited.
He exhaled, and lightly touched He Qing's fair cheek with his lips, and slowly suggested, "Stop cooking, I'll be enough to eat you."
The man lowered his eyes, seemingly expressionless, but the eyelashes of those beautiful eyes were trembling, fluttering like little feathers, teasing Yan Rong.
The smile on the corners of his lips gradually widened, and he lay down next to He Qing without any image, and put his arms around the man, letting him sit on top of him.
When his eyes narrowed slightly, he looked like a bewitching fox demon, but when he smiled now, it made the man at a loss what to do.
"Mr. He, how about this, let's play something new today."
The ghost stood up slightly, obviously there was no one else in the room except the two of them, but he still whispered, his lips approached the man's white earlobe, seeing that there was already a thin layer of red, he leaned over with satisfaction.
The magnetic voice was low and deep, asking, "Today, you are on top, okay?"
There was no unnecessary expression on He Qing's face, but his hands grabbed the carpet next to him nervously, without saying a word.
Yan Rong is really like a ghost who has lived for hundreds of years and is proficient in deceiving people. He pinched the man's waist with both hands and moved a few times.
"That's it, okay?"
Seeing that He Qing still didn't move, he was a little unhappy, and threatened half-truth, "If you don't agree, I'll throw that bottle down even if it hurts me to death!"
Under his complacent and slightly angry gaze, the man's cheeks were stained with two blushes. He nervously and carefully supported the ground with his hands, and moved slowly.
Although he had known for a long time that he would react like this, Yan Rong was still a little unhappy in his heart.
He can't do it, just for that lonely ghost who doesn't know where he is now
Feeling unhappy, the ghost's actions became more violent, as if it wanted to scatter a shot of anger on the people under it.
In the end, when I heard the man who was always calm and self-possessed crying out his name and begging for mercy, my heart, which was always on fire, finally calmed down.
He hugged the struggling man and went to the bed.
Before pressing down, Yan Rong kissed her.
After touching those cold lips, he smiled with satisfaction, maybe it was a good job, maybe He Qing's crying before gave him a lot of satisfaction, Yan Rong stood next to his ear, and announced in a low voice , "You are mine now."
The man's body shook, his eyes turned red from crying, he met his gaze in disbelief, and got another soft kiss.
Not only did Yan Rong not take back his words, but he said more affirmatively, "From now on, you are mine, do you understand?"
"Come on, tell me now that you belong to Yan Rong."
He Qing was panting lowly, her well-shaped lips were tightly closed, and she didn't seem to want to speak at all.
Yan Rong's eyes sank, and he pressed down again, "Say it or not!"
After receiving the silent refusal, he was filled with anger, and felt that this person was very ignorant.
Obviously, when the two of them were together, he was also very happy, and in the end he even hugged him and refused to let him go. Why now, he acted like this reluctantly.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and he began to torment the man.
By the next morning, He Qing was half unconscious, his face was flushed from crying, and his voice had already been hoarse, but he still refused to say those words under the pressure of the ghost.
Yan Rong changed from being angry at the beginning to being expressionless now.
When the first ray of sunlight came in in the morning, he frowned, left the man and left the room.
If you don't say it, don't say it, treat him as a rarity, right
Yan Rong's latest new game is to go to the balcony to call people, regardless of whether he can get a response or not, and regardless of whether the response calls him crazy, anyway, he is very happy as long as he confirms that what he said is heard.
The room was full of a fishy sandalwood smell. The man lay powerlessly on the bed, his beautiful eyes were already red from crying. He looked at the golden sunshine outside, shining on his body, but he couldn't feel any warmth.
Opening his lips, He Qing silently uttered a few words.
I'm yours.
Yan Rong.
[Ding! Yan Rong favorability: 87, please keep working hard.]
He Qing, who was trying to get a concave shape, almost couldn't laugh out loud, [Don't be so cooperative, I finally got emotional, and I have to hold back.]
The system seriously suggested, [According to system testing, on average, every time you go to bed, the target's favorability will increase by two to three, and the host can continue to mate with the target.]
He Qing was really going to be amused by the system, [Don't make it so harsh, we are the Dzogchen of love and harmony.]
[And...] He lay down in a different direction, exposing his miserable beauty covered with hickeys, facing the door, his eyes were sad, as if they were full of autumn water.
[Do you think I don't want to complete the task so simply and rudely? But we not only have to lose our kidneys, but also our minds. Rong’er is not that easy to deal with, but to be honest, tsk tsk tsk, he is really good at his job, and because of that, he can keep going all night, I think... Hey, Ronger is here...]
[System, we will talk next time.]
After unilaterally cutting off the dialogue, He Qing continued to lie down in the original posture, and Yan Rong's figure appeared outside the door.
He just learned a few words of insanity, and now he is in a much better mood. Now he is very satisfied to see the man leaning on the bed weakly, with the dots exposed on his fair skin.
Although he refused to be with him, there was always a way.
The corners of Yan Rong's lips curled up, he walked forward with a smile, and embraced He Qing.
"Mr. He, do you still have to go to the company today?"
"Hmm." It's okay not to mention this, but as soon as this was mentioned, the man who was still lying down immediately struggled to get up.
Just getting up, after the sun shone on his body, he shrank subconsciously a few times and coughed softly.
Yan Rong didn't realize that he was coughing because of the sun, but when he saw his uncomfortable appearance, joy flashed across his eyes, and he leaned over to pretend to be kind and suggested, "Since you are not feeling well, you should stay at home today."
"No need." The man rejected his proposal without hesitation, while coughing, he got up and put on his clothes with some difficulty.
After getting his refusal, Yan Rong's face darkened, but he quickly hid it, he said, "If you don't feel well, don't go, otherwise, I promise I won't touch you today."
He still thinks that He Qing insists on going to the company every day to avoid his demands.
Yan Rong himself knew that what he wanted was too much, and it was normal for He Qing to be unable to bear it, so he generously expressed that he could let him go for a day.
But the man shook his head again and rejected him again, "I have something to do in the company."
After being rejected again and again, the ghost's expression was not good, and in the end he could only watch helplessly as the man who had been pinned down by him all night was dressed neatly, opened the door and walked out with a calm expression.
Reluctantly, he came to the door after He Qing left, reached out to twist the handle, but he couldn't turn it no matter what, so he had to give up in the end.
He came to the divine case with resentment, looked at the bottle behind the incense altar, his eyes were full of jealousy.
If he meets that lonely ghost, he must beat him to death without telling He Qing.
Hiding in the dark and watching He Qing drive away, Yan Ze stood up and made a call on his mobile phone, "Yes, master, you can come here now."
——
There is a legend on the street recently, saying that a lunatic moved into the wealthy neighborhood next door.
What this lunatic likes to do most is stand on the balcony and shout. At first, he would laugh wildly after getting a response, but now he turns around and leaves when he hears someone scolding him, leaving only the people who are yelled out for no reason. Nowhere to sprinkle.
Another strange person came to that neighborhood today, wearing ancient clothes, with long white hair, an old man who looked a bit mysterious.
He was hired by Yan Ze to hunt ghosts.
The ghost, of course, is Yan Rong.
The old man wandered the rivers and lakes for many years, and when he came to the house his employer mentioned, he took out the master key and poked it into the lock cylinder.
After a while, the door opened.
He narrowed his eyes and walked in.
Five minutes later, the old man ran out screaming, leaving the door open.
After seeing Yan Ze who was guarding outside the community, he stammered intermittently, "Ghost... ghost... there is a ghost!"
"Nonsense!" Yan Ze yelled at him, "Didn't it be agreed that you were sent to catch ghosts?"
"I, I quit, you can find someone else for this job!"
This master ancestor was indeed a ghost catcher, but in his generation, he had no ghosts to catch for a long time. He only thought that the stories passed down by his ancestors were all made up. He knew the essence of making up. The signboards are dangling everywhere to help people watch Fengshui and catch ghosts.
It is said to be ghost hunting, but in fact, most of them are people who are suspicious of ghosts, and he can just pretend in the past.
Originally thought that this errand was also like this, he was ready to sprinkle rice on the ground, pour some water on the wall, and then go back and tell the employer that he had a fierce fight with the evil spirit, and finally succeeded in subduing it story up.
Unexpectedly, when he opened the door, he found a person standing inside, who was about to leave out of guilt, and was dragged in.
Then he subconsciously waved his hand and passed it over the man's head.
Fortunately, he ran fast, or he would have to explain it here today.
"I'm quitting, I'm quitting, you can find someone else!" Even if Yan Ze gave him 20 billion today, he would not dare to take this job.
"Don't go, no matter what, you have to find a way for me today."
The old man was dragged and couldn't go, so he had no choice but to dig around, found an old book, took it out and shook it.
"This book, handed down by my ancestors to catch ghosts, is sold to you for a hundred thousand."
When Yan Ze looked at the book with a dubious expression, Yan Rong stood at the door opened by the old man in He Qing's house, and took a light step.
Wait until it comes out completely.
He looked down at his hands, and the corners of his lips curled up.
What should I do first
How about killing Yan Ze