Zhao Lixin stuck to the wall, paying full attention to the movement in the bathroom, and those happy pictures kept coming to his mind.

The door slowly opened, and Yao Tian walked out wrapped in a bathrobe, and Zhao Lixin rushed up, holding the handkerchief in his hand to cover her nose.

"Ah, what are you going to do?" Haruda yelled as he leaned against the wall.

Zhao Lixin was very nervous, he pounced too quickly, forgetting that there was a threshold under his feet, his body instantly lost his balance, and Yaotian pushed him away and ran outside.

Zhao Lixin immediately counterattacked, like a reckless lion, he grabbed her wrist and tried his best to grab her into his arms, of course, Yaotian struggled hard, and the surrounding items were knocked everywhere by them, making a ping-pong sound.

Because things are not going well, the handkerchief has been pinched into a ball in his hand, Yaotian shouted, the movement was very loud, and the people around him were alarmed, Zhao Lixin's strength is strong after all, he must quickly cut through the mess, and his body emits a strong force, and quickly pressed her to the ground, covered the handkerchief, and covered her nose tightly.

Gradually, Haruka's body began to weaken, and then he passed out.

Zhao Lixin breathed a long sigh of relief, wiped the sweat on his forehead, there was really a taste of bitterness, the bathrobe had already fallen in the tearing just now, Yaotian's body was unobstructed in front of him, and he picked up Yaotian and put it on the bed.

Just like a passer-by on a long journey in the desert and encountering a chilled watermelon, he was already impatient, and kissed it while untying his clothes.

A gale suddenly rushed in from the window, the lights of the room flickered, a white light flashed, Zhao Lixin's body suddenly froze, he slowly lowered his head, a bright knife was inserted into his chest, and blood continued to drip on Yaotian's body. He couldn't make a sound of pain, it was all coming too fast, his body shook a few times, and he fell straight out of bed, his eyes wide open.

The room was steaming black, two black smoke condensed, showing a human form, looking at the corpse on the ground, the two couldn't help but be stunned, and their faces were sad, "This is not Mo Fan, we killed the wrong person." ”

The two glanced at Haruka, who was unconscious on the bed, and the messy environment around them, and soon they understood what was going on, this guy was so bold that he dared to run into someone else's house to do evil.

One person said: "Well, this guy has a bad life and becomes a ghost who resists death, and he is unlucky." ”

"It's not good, the task is not completed, and the grass is startled. Thinking of this, the two of them were annoyed.

At this time, there was a knock on the door, followed by an aunt's voice, "Haruka, what's going on inside you? Why is there such a big movement?"

The two men looked at each other, and then two clouds of black smoke flew out of the window.

Needless to say, these two people were sent by the East Turkistan, and they finally found out the details of Mo Fan, and planned to kill people tonight, but they didn't want to be destroyed by this unlucky urge, and he also became a ghost.

The aunt stood outside the door and was depressed, "There was a lot of movement just now, why is it so quiet now?"

Of course, one person in the room was dead, and one person was unconscious.

"Could it be that the two of them are playing tricks?"