Shuang Lang didn't know if she liked Zhang Bingwen or not, but one thing was for sure, she wanted to stay away from Han Mo. As long as I think of him, I will be fascinated by his body temperature. She doesn't even drink cherry-flavored beer, just to forget the unique memories of the two of them. However, it didn't go as he wanted, and Han Mo returned with great fanfare on the third day after he left the inn.

Shuang Lang was supervising the work next to the two-meter-deep pool, and Meng Shu mobilized ten workers to sit down the pipes and pools in two days. There is a 100-square-meter area of the inn that has been dug out of the pool, which looks like a swimming pool from a distance, and it is true. According to the design, on weekdays there is an anticorrosive wooden base plate and white jade bricks of the lifting platform. People can't find out that this is a swimming pool, only at night, the lights are turned on, the water is rendered a faint blue, Meng Shu can lie alone in the swimming circle of the unicorn, slowly and leisurely taste the fruit cheese.

Workers leave the pool, where the water flows slowly. Shuang Lang looked at the calm water, but he was a little frightened. Meng Shu got up and called Zhu Chi to see if he could use his skills to turn this pot of cold water into a hot spring like boiling water. It's just that she just went upstairs, Shuanglang's feet slipped and fell into the water with a "plop".

Han Mo pushed open the door of the inn, originally thinking that it would be very rude to say goodbye without saying goodbye, and wanted to explain it to Shuanglang. As a result, I happened to see Shuanglang fall into the water and make a big splash.

Her mind was instantly gray, and it was clear that the pool was empty, but she felt that countless hands were grasping at her clothes. Shuanglang wanted to shout desperately, but he couldn't come forward. It's obviously a pool designed by yourself, but you can't touch the edge. Water enters the nose and the eardrum bulges.

In the eyes of outsiders, Shuanglang's struggling appearance is a bit unbelievable. Obviously, I can easily climb up, but I don't know why I am slapping water in the pool. She couldn't even shout for help.

Han Mo didn't even think about it, he jumped directly into the water, hugging Shuanglang's struggling cold body. He jumped lightly from the water again, hugged the trembling Shuanglang, and gently placed it on the rattan sofa in the courtyard. Her eyes were closed, her face was pale, and her expression was pained. Han Mo looked at the unconscious Shuanglang, holding her forehead with one hand to tilt her head back as much as possible, and pinching her nose with the other. He took a deep breath and continued to blow into her soft, cold, purple lips.

The moment he touched Shuanglang's lips, he felt as if he was being concentrated by the thunder, and his whole body was full of pain and numbness. His pupils contracted, and his heart stopped twice. Shuang Lang woke up suddenly, facing Han Mo's surprised but deep eyes. Her whole body was weak, and her hands used all their strength to quietly caress Han Mo's angular face.

There is nostalgia and reluctance.

Meng Shu hurriedly ran down, holding his own towel and blanket. I secretly thought in my heart that this Han Mo could obviously extract the stagnant water in Shuanglang's body from his mouth with demonic power, so he had to do it mouth-to-mouth. Man...... She sighed and looked back at Zhu Chi, who had taken a dry bathrobe. White eyes.

"What's the matter with me. He grumbled quietly.

Han Mo took the towel and dried Shuanglang's wet hair. "Fortunately, you're fine, what if I'm a step too late?" his gentle voice pierced Shuanglang's heart.

Even if he didn't have the strength, he snapped and blocked Han Mo's hand that he wanted to touch. She said coldly, "You don't have to worry about it. ”

"Shuanglang. Han Mo frowned, "I know you have a dissatisfaction with me. ”

She turned her head sideways, not looking at him.

Han Mo sighed and helped her up slightly. Shuanglang's body was soft, and he was only at his mercy, but his eyes were full of hatred, and the gentle gaze like a spring breeze a few days ago had completely disappeared.

"I know, what happened last time was my fault......" Han Mo wiped her hair and said silently.

However, from the moment Shuanglang fell into the pool, another memory seemed to burst out of his body. It was a fear buried deep in her heart that made her tremble all over. She felt that she was going to die, to be buried in the river. I had forgotten that it was just a small pool. There was a voice in his head, like a valley echoing around Shuanglang's heart.

She repeated the phrase and stated it emotionlessly: "You all want to kill me." ”

As soon as she finished speaking, she was taken aback.

The words were not hers, but they came out of her mouth viciously, and even the tone of her voice changed. It's like urban legends and ghost stories in the world. She looked at the stunned faces of the three people, but said uncontrollably: "Throw me down, let me sacrifice, I won't let you go!"

There seemed to be a roar in his voice.

Even Han Mo was slightly shocked.

"Shuanglang, what's wrong with you? We never wanted to hurt you. Zhu Chi spoke first on the side, looking at her strange appearance.

Shuang Lang raised his head, his eyes indifferent: "You threw me down, didn't you?

Her eyes were erratic, as if there were dozens or hundreds of onlookers in addition to Meng Shu, Zhu Chi, and Han Mo. Shuang Lang looked around, "What do you do to save me?"

Han Mo choked up for a moment, he was shocked, but he actually felt a faint sense of stability. Not from that terrifying tone, but from this word by word, he felt a little relieved. It seems that he has been waiting for someone to say this unbelievable passage for a long time. Han Mo rubbed her body, and the ghost sent another sentence: "I saved you, I am different from them." ”

"What do you mean by that!" Zhu Chi was furious when he heard this. He wanted to rush up and ask how these two people spoke in a weird way. But was stopped by Meng Shu, and she may be the only one in the audience who knows what happened.

Shuanglang is afraid of water, maybe the former fortune teller said well, she did die because of water. Now that I have encountered the same scene as in my previous life, and the person I once accompanied is also by my side today, so that the dusty memories are stimulated. It's just that Meng Shu didn't know what kind of stimulation Shuanglang had received.

Could it be that someone threw him into the river and sacrificed it?

How many years ago did that have to be bad folklore?

As soon as Han Mo finished saying that, Shuang Lang suddenly fell into a coma.

"Let's get it to the house. Meng Shu turned around and heard someone slamming the door outside the inn, shouting: "Open the door!"

She raised her hand, and the door unlocked automatically. Standing in front of him was the new boyfriend that officially Shuanglang had just admitted - Zhang Bingwen.

He was supposed to pick up Shuanglang from work, and the two of them had a good meal.

only to see his girlfriend lying in the arms of other men.

In an instant, Zhang Bingwen's eyes were red and angry.