MTL - I’m Just This ‘Sue’-Chapter 65 Fifth villain (3) (2)

Just after struggling twice, the shadow lay into a strip, which was faster than the group performance of the corpses falling down.

Twelve o'clock, after all.

"What are you looking at?" Fu Yunjing's voice suddenly sounded, and the shadow disappeared suddenly.

"Did they all eat?"

"have eaten."

"You don't rest?" Hang Qing asked him.

Fu Yunjing smiled: "Yes. Will Mr. Su stay with me?"

Hang Qing also wanted to know what kind of ghost Fu Yunjing had, and he agreed without hesitation. Fu Yunjing came over and took Hang Qing's hand very naturally. He also said, "Mr. Su is fragile, be careful when walking." The voice dropped, and his thumb seemed to accidentally rub the back of Hang Qing's hand twice.

The young and enthusiastic young man seems to be an innate skill.

However, Hangzhou Qing still has no fluctuations.

How can you count on a ghost?

Fu Yunjing took his hand to the second floor: "Where is your room?"

Hang Qing pointed in a direction, and when he finished pointing, he suddenly remembered. This is Fu Yunjing going to rest, so he asked what his room was doing?

Fu Yunjing did not give Hang Qing a chance to regret. He pulled Hang Qing into the room, and then looked at the whole room again: "Can I sleep?"

Hang Qing rejected him mercilessly: "No."

Fu Yunjing showed regret, but instead went to the sofa consciously, and planned to lie down without his jacket. When Hang Qing saw him, he felt softened for a moment. After all, Fu Yunjing did not sleep all night. It doesn't matter if he is a ghost, but Fu Yunjing is personal.

"You ..." Just after Hang Qing spoke, Fu Yunjing suddenly took off his vest, exposing his lean but muscular upper body: "I haven't taken a bath in two days, can I use your bathroom?"

"..." Hang Qing looked up at the wall clock.

11.50.

Hang Qing said very generously, "Go."

As Fu Yunjing walked towards the door, he bent over and took off his pants.

Hang Qing: "........."

When Fu Yunjing took off, Hang Qing turned his face unconsciously. Fu Yunjing glanced back and saw Hang Qing turned his back on him. Fu Yunjing couldn't help the smile on his face anymore, and it became stronger and stronger.

Fu Yunjing opened the bathroom door and walked in with pleasure.

The outside wall clock made an extremely subtle "ding"-the pointer was pointing at twelve o'clock.

The hot water came out of the shower, slowly, slowly, and turned red. Fu Yunjing bowed his head and rushed at his hair, and his blood was red. Fu Yunjing's face sank, he straightened up, shook the water and blood on his head, stinked his face and turned back with a punch to smash the mirror. The mirror fragments cut through the skin of his knuckles. Fu Yunjing ignored it. The hot water returned to normal almost immediately.

Hang Qing glanced at the bathroom door.

No shadows appeared on the bathroom door, as if people had disappeared from it. But Hang Qing was not worried at all. A villain, who has not started to zoom in, will not kill himself.

But suddenly, a "giggle" came out from under the bed. It's like the sound of being frozen and teeth clenching together. Hang Qing was a little speechless. Is this ghost still froze?

The sound of clothing rubbing against the carpet gradually sounded.

The ghost was crawling out from under the bed.

The wind was fierce outside and the windows were crackling.

A **** smell drifted into the nose.

The ghost should look disgusting. Hang Qing exhaled slowly. When the ghost was about to come out, Hang Qing was about to lift his foot and carry it back, lest the other person's honor scared him. Suddenly, there was a loud bang, and the bathroom door was slammed open from the inside. Fu Yunjing stepped on his long legs and walked to Hang Qing's side with a few strides.

"Ah!" A scream sounded.

The ghost was carried back to the bottom of the bed.

"Are you all right?" Fu Yunjing asked immediately.

Hang Qing glanced down, two drops of blood on the light carpet.

Fu Yunjing's hand was broken.

"your hands……"

"It's all right," Fu Yunjing said, holding Hang Qing to his side.

Extremely domineering, extremely manly actions made him suddenly detached from the identity of Mao Tzuzi. But ... Hang Qing pressed his elbow against his chest, expressionless: "You are not wearing clothes, and you have reached me."

Fu Yunjing's action paused, and then he showed a helpless look: "I'm going to wear it, don't move." But having said that, Fu Yunjing walked straight to Hang Qing's closet, waiting for Hang Qing to speak. He opened the closet: "My clothes are dirty and I don't feel comfortable wearing them ..." His words stopped.

Because the closet is packed with pajamas!

White, black ...

Unexplained makes people feel depressed.

"No other clothes?" Fu Yunjing asked, turning his head.

"No."

"That robe is fine too, maybe it fits better."

Hang Qing had to remind him: "Are you planning on being gentleman?"

Fu Yunjing felt a leak.

Fu Yunjing turned to glance at the white nightgown on Hang Qing's body, and he did not hesitate to wear a black piece on his body, saying in his mouth: "Occasionally I need to liberate myself."

Hang Qing: "..."

Ghosts are crying at you with such a disrespectful attitude.

"Sleeping, maybe waking up, nothing will happen." Fu Yunjing smiled and walked to the sofa.

Hang Qing ticked his fingers: "Come here."

Obviously it was just a simple action, but Fu Yunjing immediately felt a feeling of being clenched in his heart. With a brighter smile on Fu Yunjing's face, he turned without hesitation, approached Hang Qing, and then lay on the bed, his actions extremely crisp and clear.

Hang Qing then lay down.

Fu Yunjing whispered, "Are you afraid? Why are you not leaving here?"

Hang Qing ignored him.

"You shouldn't be stuck here for a lifetime ... what exactly is it that keeps you here?" Fu Yunjing said lowly.

Hang Qing still didn't speak, Fu Yunjing thought he was asleep.

"It's a pity ... beauties are imprisoned in the castle ..." Fu Yunjing said lowly, and looked up at the ceiling. There are paintings on the ceiling. There are countless different styles of paintings from the west, the east ... there are no awkward feelings. Was it painted by Su Shishui?

Fu Yunjing originally thought this journey would be very boring, but at this moment, he very strongly wanted to take the young people around him away from this ancient castle.

...

Hang Qing didn't sleep at all, and he heard a sound in his head: "The villain favorability increases by five points."

At this moment, Fu Yunjing suddenly turned around and held Hang Qing in his arms.

The ghost under the bed resigned uneasily "giggle" and "creak". The former is like a tooth collision, while the latter is like a nail scratching across the ground. Not only that, but the ghost did not dare to crawl out, and kept hitting the bottom of the bed.

"Well, wow--"

Fu Yunjing's face was a bit ugly, but he immediately reached out and held Hang Qing.

Hang Qing: "... Are you afraid? The quality of this bed is very good, even a ghost can't take it."

The ghost underneath seemed to have induction, and for her dignity as a ghost, she began to hit the bottom of the bed more forcefully.

Fu Yunjing: "..."

"I'm not afraid, I'm worried that you are afraid." Fu Yunjing said, holding him tighter, as if he was really worried about Hang Qing.

"There is nothing terrible about such a cowardly ghost. It has made you dare to crawl out ..."

The ghost was silent for a moment, and continued to hit the bedboard with force-"Clap!" The rhythm kept on.

Hang Qing: "..."

Fu Yunjing turned up and sat up, his face was gloomy, and there was a little suffocation in his open brows. He squatted down and reached out to catch the ghost under the bed: "Today you can see the killing ghost."

Hang Qing: "........."

Then a sour "squeak" sounded. It should be when Fu Yunjing dragged the female ghost under the bed, the female ghost unwillingly grasped the sound made by the ground.

"Ah!" This is the scream of the female ghost.

"Stabbing stabbing ..." Hang Qing didn't know what the sound was.

"Ah!" A higher scream.

Hang Qing couldn't bear it: "Student Fu, a little disturbing people." Hang Qing turned his head, and then saw the female ghost, lying prone on Fu Yunjing's feet with twisted hands and feet. Fu Yunjing's trouser legs: "Ahhhh!"

Fu Yunjing stooped down and pinched the female ghost's chin with a cold face: "Anyway, it's already a ghost, so you don't need a tongue."

Hang Qing: "..."

The female ghost shut her mouth in fright, and two **** tears slipped down her pale face. Hang Qing suddenly had a feeling that two men together bullied a weak woman. Hang Qing paused and said, "You put her back?"

The female ghost looked at Fu Yunjing tremblingly. On the pair of strange white eyes, she could vaguely see the taste of praying.

Fu Yunjing then stuffed the female ghost back with a somber face.

The ghost lay down underneath the bed, and then quieted down.

Fu Yunjing wiped the blood on his hands and lay down next to Hang Qing. The severe and sullen expression on his face receded, and he turned and held Hang Qing in his arms. The white robe of Hang Qing was stained with scattered blood. Hang Qing: "..."

This change of face is really fast.

This story tells us not to disturb a person who is going to sleep all night.

On this side, the room was quiet, and on the other side, Le Tong ran to spit out the gastric juice. The evil spirits chased after each other, and the entire castle was extraordinarily large and the roads were intricate and complicated. After Le Tong and Ruan Yue ran apart, they could no longer be found. Not to mention Fu Yunjing and that Mr. Su ...

Le Tong wiped the sweat on his face and once again avoided the attack of Li Gui.

It ’s useful to write more linguistic text and play more lingering games, at least you can feel the routine. For example, there must be an open door to kill, there must be a kill to go back ... When Le Tong was glad that he survived again, the room in Hang Hang was strangely quiet.

Le Tong gasped for two breaths leaning against the door of the room, guessing that the ghost didn't catch up so quickly, she carefully opened the door in front of her and tightened her muscles, ready to escape at any time. The door opened and the light was on, but it was empty. But even so, let Le Tong feel relieved. At least there are no ghosts.

Le Tong went in and closed the door backhand.

This is a male room, and it should be a room for a slightly older male. Because the layout of the room is very calm and atmospheric, no outdated elements appear. But this room is understated and luxurious.

Le Tong walked in and turned around.

There wasn't much dust in this room, and there wasn't any cobweb or dust because of the past twelve.

Le Tong walked to the desk, and there were books on the desk, just like there were people sitting here reading books not long ago. Le Tong was a little nervous. She walked over and found a book spread out on the table. The book was written with lines and words mixed with Chinese and English. But the Chinese handwriting ... Le Tong could tell at a glance that it was the man who wrote comments on the album!

Le Tong's breath was unconsciously heavy. She flipped over the table and saw the name on the title page of the book.

"HellmannDreiser"

Herman Dreiser.

It's the name written on the invitation.

That pervert really lives here!

But why never see the second person? Really killed by Mr. Su? No, it's impossible ... Le Tong continued to flip the cabinet, there must be other clues. Le Tong's breathing became quicker. This is no longer a computer game, but a real reality. She pulled out a thick album from the cabinet. Le Tong can't wait to open it.

Not a clipping.

All are photos of Mr. Su.

But there are no exceptions, all of them are photos of a pose.

These are pictures of Su Shishui lying in bed and sleeping peacefully.

Le Tong shivered. Is this person really sick?