Transmigrating into the Villain’s Demon-Revealing Mirror

Chapter 77

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The scene not long ago was repeated again. When Ji Huan was led away by Feng Chi, he looked back from time to time and found that Dong Chuan was still standing there, but the man looked very puzzled, with his left hand propping his right elbow, and his right hand touching his chin and frowning. Maybe they are still thinking about why Ji Huan gave up such a good opportunity to cooperate with him.

Simply puzzled.

Dong Chuan raised his head, meeting Ji Huan's eyes. He lowered his eyes again, and turned on his phone to search: What are the chances of instigating other people's wives to kill his husband together

A certain search page: 100% and 0%, you see which one it belongs to.

Dong Chuan raised his head again, and the figure in the distance gradually became smaller. The tall and slender young man casually put his arms around the shoulders of the boy beside him. Under the dim light, the man occasionally looked sideways, and the young man beside him raised his face and showed a smile. The man seemed to smile too.

Dong Chuan said in his heart: life is to face difficulties.

In the distance, Ji Huan was still brooding over the fact that Dong Chuan was preparing to instigate him against him. He tugged at the corner of La Fengchi's clothes, frowned and said in a serious tone: "I think it's the kind of guy who would mess with others." The one who killed my boyfriend?"

Ji Huan always felt that he was a salted fish. Without great ideals, there is no great ambition and ambition.

Listening to his complaints, Feng Chi looked at the resentful and speechless expression on the little guy's face again, the corners of his mouth that had been suppressed just now curled up uncontrollably again, his big hand rested on Ji Huan's head and gently rubbed it, The short, soft hair suddenly became messy, "I told you he's not good at thinking, so don't pay attention to him."

Although it was true, Ji Huan still felt that his thumping soft heart had been stabbed deeply, and the wound bottomed out. He grabbed Feng Chi's hand, raised his head and said seriously, "I'm going to eat a lot of skewers tonight."

"I'll bake it for you as much as you want."

Feng Chi, who trusted Ji Huan's physical fitness very much, was easy to talk to.

Before returning to the grill, more than a dozen skewers were placed on the plate, Feng Chi randomly picked up a skewer and tasted it, it was already a bit cold. He frowned, and suddenly raised his eyes to look around. The surrounding barbecue grills are very lively, a group of people crowded together lively, no one pays attention to them. He lightly lowered his eyes, a layer of light floated on his hands, and those cold skewers suddenly started to ooze oil.

Under Ji Huan's inexplicable gaze, Feng Chi handed him the skewers, and said calmly, "Eat."

Ji Huan: "... Then why didn't you use this trick from the beginning?"

Feng Chi raised his eyebrows: "Barbecue has to look like a barbecue, otherwise what's the point of coming here?"

Ji Huan: "What about now?"

Feng Chi: "I want you to eat quickly. You must be hungry after chatting with a fool for so long."

Ji Huan looked down at the fragrant meat skewers, and couldn't help sighing. Even if some people are old virgins, it doesn't prevent them from having a bunch of love words that they don't know where they come from when they fall in love. Perhaps this is talent, which no one else can envy.

While sighing, Ji Huan fed a bunch of them into his mouth. The taste was really good, neither burnt nor raw, and the saltiness was just right, even the chilli was sprinkled to that degree. Ji Huan's eyes rolled around, and he walked over and said with a smile: "After we retire from the Bureau of Demon Control, how about opening a barbecue restaurant on the side of the street? I will be in charge of serving guests, and you will be in charge of grilling!"

After thinking about it, Ji Huan felt that it was not feasible.

Feng Chi is still a bit of a clean freak, so he smells of oily smoke all day long, and he wears abstinent white shirts to go to barbecues, not to mention Feng Chi himself, even Ji Huan can't stand it. He shook his head, "Forget it, let's be salted fish at home."

Ji Huan kept twittering in Feng Chi's ear, twittering like a sparrow. Feng Chi didn't find it annoying either, he has always been a quiet person. But since getting acquainted with Ji Huan, he quickly adapted to Ji Huan's lifestyle. Ji Huan likes to talk, like a chatterbox. Every day he listened to it, he just felt that life was quite interesting, and the feeling of changing from deserted to lively, even made people nostalgic.

Feng Chi couldn't imagine what it would be like if Ji Huan left him one day.

Thinking of such a possibility, his eyebrows darkened, and even the air pressure around him dropped a lot. With the skewers in his mouth, Ji Huan was still picking out a new round of skewers for Feng Chi. Feng Chi baked what he liked in the round just now, so naturally he should choose what Feng Chi likes to eat in this round. After thinking about it, Ji Huan secretly stuffed his favorite grilled squid into this skewer. Just as he was about to hand the skewers to Feng Chi, his exposed skin seemed to feel a sudden chill. He looked up at the dark sky in confusion, and scratched his head in doubt.

The sky was fine, and the stars hung high in the night, twinkling and twinkling, and there was no sign of cooling or rain.

"Why is it suddenly cold?" Ji Huan muttered softly, and handed the skewers to Feng Chi, "Do you want grilled squid? I'll get you another skewer?"

Feng Chi lowered his eyes and smiled, "No, I'll eat with you."

Ji Huan blinked, and secretly curled his lips inwardly. Saying that I will eat with you, the ghost knows what it will look like after eating. But he doesn't reject it either. Ji Huan snorted twice, and just as he handed it over, he heard a sneer from behind him, "It's immoral."

Just as he took Feng Chi's hand, Ji Huan subconsciously turned his head to look at a sudden cold snort. Just behind their barbecue grill, the middle-aged woman in a long black dress and shawl had slightly slanted eyes, revealing a hint of sarcasm and disgust. Noticing that Ji Huan was looking over, she turned her head and walked to the next door.

this man...

Isn't it the middle-aged woman in the group of young people before? It seems that since seeing him kissing Feng Chi, his expression has been particularly disgusted.

Ji Huan curled his lips, turned his head and continued to squeeze to Feng Chi's side like a clingy man, and started talking in a rambling manner. In the end, he didn't see any reaction from Feng Chi after talking for a long time. He raised his head and looked, and Feng Chi's eyes looked at a certain place indifferently. His eyes were as cold as frost that had never been unsealed for thousands of years. Can freeze people.

Ji Huan was stunned for a moment, and quickly tugged on Feng Chi's sleeve, "What are you looking at her for? Just ignore her."

"You don't have to be angry?"

"It's okay," Ji Huan said honestly, "If a dog bites you, you can't bite back. What's more, if my relationship with you really hinders her eyes, it's her who is disgusting, not me."

As he spoke, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he stood on tiptoe to play tricks in Feng Chi's ear, "Well, if you can't get angry, next time we see her, we'll kiss her, she's disgusting! She's mad!"

Feng Chi was laughed at by him, "Okay, next time I will piss her off."

Ji Huan patted his shoulder, thinking that this is right. Although the place before he wore the book has promoted same-sex marriage, in fact most people still cannot accept it, and some words are even worse. But what's the use of saying it harshly, those who should love each other will continue to love each other, and those who want to break up will break up sooner or later.

Although Ji Huan and Feng Chi were few, they stayed until the end. Xiao He and the others next door came to take a look at the bamboo stick in front of Ji Huan, and couldn't help admiring him, and gave Ji Huan a thumbs up, "I really didn't expect you to look so thin, so edible won't you gain weight?"

Ji Huan touched his stomach, he was also quite surprised by this question. Blinking innocently at Xiao He, he chuckled, "I can't get fat, and I can't help it."

Xiao He rolled his eyes at him.

Ji Huan was full of food, and felt tired even standing up, leaning lazily in Feng Chi's arms as if he had no bones, talking to Xiao He from time to time. The two are about the same age and can talk a lot. Xiao He recommended several places for them to play tomorrow.

"It's getting late, shall we go together?" Ji Huan asked.

Xiao He glanced at his watch, "My friend hasn't come back yet after going to the bathroom, so you go first."

As soon as the voice fell, a young man ran up behind him. The man lowered his head, and waited until he stood still in front of Xiao He and the others before raising his head slightly, "I'm back, let's go back quickly."

His voice was hoarse, as if he had been crying.

Both Ji Huan and Xiao He were taken aback for a moment. After all, he is a friend, Xiao He lifted the young man's face without saying a word, the dim light could not cover his red eyes, obviously he had cried.

"What's the matter? Someone bullied you just now? Why does your face seem to have been beaten? Does it hurt?" Xiao He frowned, and lightly touched the young man's swollen face. The young man hissed in pain. With a cry, he quickly turned his head away.

"I'm fine, let's go."

"Why are you alright! Look at your current appearance, you don't talk even after being bullied, are you a bun?" Xiao He was almost pissed off by the youth.

While speaking, Feng Chi suddenly said, "She beat you?"

Although it is an interrogative sentence, the certainty in it is vividly displayed. The moment Ji Huan heard Feng Chi's voice, he followed Feng Chi's gaze. Seeing this, the corner of his eye jumped.

Why is it the middle-aged woman in the black dress again

Ji Huan pointed at that person, with a strange expression and tone, "Did she hit him?"

There was surprise in the young man's crying eyes, as if he couldn't figure out how Feng Chi and Ji Huan could guess it right away. He rubbed his sore and swollen eyes, looked at the woman walking towards him with provocative eyes, and pursed his lips involuntarily. He has a shy personality, just like what Xiao He said is a bun. If you are wronged about some things, you will be wronged, but now Xiao He is staring at him nervously, even the strangers he has known for a long time are full of concern.

The young man paused, the grievances in his heart surged like a tide, he explained in a low voice what happened just now, and noticed the speechless eyes of Ji Huan and others as soon as he finished speaking.

He also felt speechless. He just went to the bathroom, and when he came out, he ran into that woman. The woman pointed at him, scolded him for being disgusting, and actually liked men. He has a mild temper and is not very good at swearing, at least he can't be a shrew like that woman swearing at the street, so he planned to pretend he didn't hear it, and just walk away quickly.

Unexpectedly, the woman started to scold, and when she saw his indifference, she immediately grabbed his arm and slapped him across the face. Before he could react in a daze, the woman cursed again.

Xiao He: "Does this person have a bad brain? Forget it, call the police."

Ji Huan nodded, "Call the police."

As he spoke, he stretched his neck and glanced at the crowd. The woman in black had her back to them, and she couldn't see clearly. But Ji Huan could also see the pride in the other person's eyes just now when he walked towards him.

Ji Huan curled his lips and muttered in a low voice, "There is something really wrong with this person."

"Angry?" Feng Chi pinched his face, pressed him into his arms, and said softly, "Don't worry, some people won't have a good life."

"You mean—" Ji Huan blinked, and suddenly there was a hint of interest on his face. He hurriedly leaned over to the man's ear and asked, "What's wrong? Tell me quietly?"

Feng Chi rubbed his head with a smile in his eyes, "If I tell you, is there any reward?"

"What reward do you want?"

"Take a bath together tonight?"

Ji Huan: "... It's not that I haven't washed it before."

The two were sticky and huddled together, talking in a low voice. After a while, Xiao He also put down the phone, met the eyes of several people, and said, "Let's go to the lobby and wait."

This side is a little far from the town, and the police didn't come fast enough. Ji Huan was so tired that he leaned against Feng Chi's arms and dozed off. The little head was a little bit, and from time to time it suddenly woke up and stretched its neck to look at the gate—no one came.

He retracted again, hugged Feng Chi's neck and continued to sleep.

Xiao He and the young man watched it funny, and the unhappiness in their hearts gradually disappeared with the passage of time, Xiao He said softly to Feng Chi: "Mr Feng, why don't you take Ji Huan upstairs to rest, it's getting late .”

Feng Chi did not reject the two people's kindness.

Go to the room and turn on the light. With one arm around Ji Huan's waist, Feng Chi unbuttoned his shirt with the other, revealing a large white collarbone and chest. He went straight to the bathroom, adjusted the water temperature, landed on Ji Huan's clothes with his slender fingers, and undressed him gently.

Ji Huan was woken up by the dawdling fingers, and when he opened his eyes, he found that the gate of the holiday villa was gone, replaced by porcelain white walls and showers. He blinked in bewilderment, and suddenly woke up when the coolness floated on his body.

Holding Feng Chi's shoulders to expose his head, his thoughts were still a little confused, "Why am I in the bathroom?"

Feng Chi raised his eyes and looked at him with a half-smile, "Didn't you talk about taking a bath together?"

"No, don't you wait for the police to come first?" Ji Huan suddenly realized something, "And you didn't tell me how bad that woman would be!"

Ji Huan finally discovered the problem.

But even so, his clothes had already been taken off, and Feng Chi didn't intend to give him a chance to escape. With a hoarse voice, he whispered in Ji Huan's ear: "The secret must not be revealed, you will know tomorrow."

Ji Huan almost laughed angrily at him, and couldn't help kicking him, "Why do you always lie to me!"

That kick landed on Feng Chi's shoulder, and he didn't knock him down, but Feng Chi grabbed his ankle first. Ji Huan's legs and wrists are extremely thin, and it is effortless to hold them with one hand. Feng Chi lowered his eyes and pulled him closer to his arms. When his delicate skin touched the soaked shirt, Ji Huan's eyes turned red with a light rub.

Minor muffled hums soon filled the entire bathroom. Ji Huan lay on the man's shoulder dripping with sweat, gasping for breath. It took a long time to recover some strength, and holding Feng Chi's big hand, he rushed carefully under the water several times.

The slightly wrinkled brows made Feng Chi a little amused, "I don't dislike anything, what do you dislike?"

Ji Huan's ears turned red quietly.

This has nothing to do with whether you dislike it or not, the key is that he feels embarrassed.

Thinking about it, some ambiguous and hazy pictures suddenly played in his mind, Ji Huan was taken aback for a moment, and threw Feng Chi's hand away, "Forget it, wash it yourself, I've done it."

Seeing that Ji Huan was about to run away, Feng Chi pressed him into his arms without hesitation, and asked him in a hoarse voice, "Aren't you going to help me?"