40 7.7 I'm late
Rewind time to ten days ago.
Zhou Xiaoming died, and the entertainment industry was bombarded, and Yin Tong walked into the small room where Qianluo lived.
A lonely soul wanders through the world, completely unaware of what is happening. She watched in amazement as she floated out of the tall building, at the chaotic world around her, at the people who walked by with her in the silent night......
Little did she know that she had been dead for two days.
Zhou Xiaoming turned his head, looked in through the open window, and saw a beautiful girl lying quietly in the freezer, with a peaceful smile on her face.
That man...... Like yourself.
A strange thought suddenly rose in Zhou Xiaoming's heartβshe was dead.
At this time, she found that the shadow in front of her was standing next to her, staring at her with a pair of eyes that seemed to have a sense of pride in finding her prey. Zhou Xiaoming began to realize that this was her kind, and from today on, she would be a ghost without a father, mother, brother or brother.
A woman on the ground was staring at her. The woman had a sword at her waist, soft and gentle, and a slightly curly strand of hair hung down on her forehead, gently fluttering with the night breeze.
The unsuspecting Zhou Xiaoming slowly fell to the ground and stared at her as well. The woman smiled at her: "Senior brother must be you." Poor child. β
Zhou Xiaoming stared at her. This woman is very beautiful, with a soft temperament on her body, which is very comfortable. Zhou Xiaoming said, "Can you see me?" β
The woman smiled lightly, as if only perfunctory to her, and then nodded at her: "I'm sorry, little girl. β
Zhou Xiaoming was a little panicked.
Why apologize?
Immediately after, she saw the woman draw her sword suddenly, with three points of anger in the sword, and rushed towards her, Zhou Xiaoming was startled and hurriedly avoided: "What are you doing?" β
The woman seemed to just take out her sword to test her skills, and when she saw that she quickly dodged, she didn't say much, this time she was full of strength, and the sword stabbed fiercely.
Zhou Xiaoming was so frightened that she hurriedly avoided it, but she was not familiar with her body structure, and her movement was not convenient, so she couldn't dodge it for a while, and she was about to be stabbed by a sword-
At this moment, a soft voice suddenly sounded around him, and another sword suddenly stirred in, blocking the woman's attack.
Qian Zhen stood still, the sword in his hand no longer stabbed out, and his eyes looked at the sudden appearance of Qian Fang coldly: "What are you doing here?" β
Qianfang put away the sword and stood still under the moonlit night, with that signature scoundrel smile on the corner of his mouth: "Xiao Zhen, give senior brother a face, let this girl go." β
Qianzhen raised his eyebrows, looked at Qianfang, and then looked at the girl: "What did you say?" β
Qianfang said: "I won't take the money from this list, I'll give it to you." β
Qianzhen frowned: "I'm not short of money." What exactly do you mean? β
Zhou Xiaoming looked blankly at the man and woman arguing in front of him, and subconsciously wanted to escape, but the man stretched out his hand and gently pulled his arm, and said with a smile: "Little girl, if you go far, I won't be able to save you." β
The cold light in Qianzhen's eyes was even stronger, and he seemed to sense something, but he didn't say it.
Qianfang said: "Xiao Zhen, when the time comes, I will tell the patron that this child is still underage and cannot be killed." β
Qian Zhen raised his eyebrows: "Is there anything better about this day and two days?" β
Asano Fang took the girl into his arms and said with a smile: "I think it is necessary." It's a big deal for them to ask the Zhang family to do it, isn't it? β
Qian Zhen put away his sword, turned around, and said indifferently: "Although I don't know what you're doing, but in the future, if you dare to count this kind of thing of pretending to be a hero to others, you dare to count it on my head again." As he spoke, he looked back coldly: "You be careful of your dog's life." β
Let's go steadily.
With a hint of enthusiasm at the corner of his mouth, he looked at Zhou Xiaoming, who was at a loss, and said with a smile: "Do you know that someone is going to kill you?" β
Zhou Xiaoming said: "I am already dead. β
Shallow Fang stretched out his hand and touched her head symbolically: "I read the report, your name is Zhou Xiaoming, right?" Although I don't like acting, I take every scene so seriously, and I like you very much. β
Zhou Xiaoming's eyes widened in surprise: "Really...... Are you sure? β
Shallow smiled: "What did I lie to you for, you work so hard, of course people like you......"
Zhou Xiaoming lowered his head and did not speak.
Qianfang said: "However, I think you seem to have a sister, obviously not as beautiful as you, without your efforts, but the Zhou family thinks that she is a good daughter and treats you as a little mongrel." It's so pathetic, you're so good......"
Zhou Xiaoming felt a trace of vigilance in his heart: "What are you going to do?" β
He smiled and said, "I like you." β
Zhou Xiaoming didn't have a good impression of him at the time, and he wanted to turn around and leave at that time, but when he thought of the woman who chased and killed him, he couldn't help but cringe a little in his heart.
"You probably don't understand one thing now. No one in this world will really love you, only interests are eternal, do you believe it or not? β
Zhou Xiaoming said: "I don't believe it. β
Shallow Fang said, "Then I'll tell you a story, how about it?" β
Zhou Xiaoming hesitated and nodded.
"Once upon a time, there was a child who always thought that as long as he worked hard, he would get what he wanted, so he tried hard to remember everything that the master gave him, practiced hard, worked hard to help the master take care of everything, and carefully built his sect, hoping that this declining sect would be carried forward in his hands......"
Zhou Xiaoming was a little puzzled, not knowing what he was talking about.
Qianfang said: "He has lived with such expectations for fifteen years, and only a little genius walked into the master gate and ruined all this." At that time he hated the little guy who had robbed him of everything, so he used his hands and feet to destroy the child too, but do you know what he saw? β
Zhou Xiaoming was not interested in this story, but shrank back in fear.
Qianfang looked at him with cold eyes: "He actually saw the master who loved the little genius the most, and personally handed a stone to that child and let her destroy herself." He said, smiled, stood up straight, and said leisurely: "So at that time, he understood that people in this world don't really love anyone, but whoever is more valuable will choose whom." So, if you can't be worthwhile, you deserve to be killed. β
Zhou Xiaoming choked up in his throat: "What do you want to say?" β
He smiled and said, "I want to say, what I just said about liking you is all fake, and you just have interests for me." β
Zhou Xiaoming felt a burst of fear, this fear appeared from the woman who had just chased her, and at this moment, it appeared from this man, pressing her almost suffocating.
Smile lightly: "So, you can go to your so-called warmth now, but sooner or later you will find out that those things are fake, and what I can give you is real." β
With that, he turned away, leaving behind a message: "When you get tired of warmth, come to me." β
Zhou Xiaoming felt suffocated in his heart.
That's impossible.
She didn't believe it.
Soon, however, she met the person who could give her warmth.
After the struggle for life and death, the ghost slayer embraced her who had been able to leave a trace of her soul after all the hardships, and the warmth came from her body, and in the cold and silent night, it seemed to carry a deadly aroma, attracting people to follow, leading their necks to look at each other, and reluctant to leave.
The man stretched out his soft hand to caress her back and comforted her softly: "Okay, it's all over, don't cry......"
For the dead, that warmth is like the most precious thing in the world, even if it is intangible, it is worth exchanging for the whole world.
But it was she who plunged the sword into her heart, and after she had repeatedly backed down, she said to her, "Therefore I let you do it, fight fairly, and if I win by luck, I will send you to overpass." β
After that sword, Zhou Xiaoming clearly heard that something was shattering from the deepest part of his heart, little by little.
Once again, she found the shallow release.
Looking at the man's smirk, she said quietly, "You're right. So I've come to you. β
What's in the cold bit by bit.
Just as at this moment, she sat between the steel and iron frames, lowered her eyes and smiled, looked at the woman called Qianluo, looked at her companions beside her, and said, "How can I let you live well?" I'm going to ruin you. β
Shallow and stunned.
When the moon was empty and the silence was extreme, when the girl looked back and smiled, a face that was originally very familiar took on a somewhat unfamiliar taste.
Zhou Xiaoming in her shallow memory has always been a quiet and well-behaved girl, she will be very innocent and bright when she laughs, and there is an indescribable charm in her smile, which makes people feel extremely comfortable. However, the girl sitting on the steel frame at this moment laughed with a bit of sadness and indifference, although the smile was enchanting and beautiful, under the cold moon and clear light, it was difficult to make people feel kind.
Zhou Xiaoming looked at her with a smile: "I'm about to go up in smoke, you don't have anything to say to me?" At least, you're sorry? β
Asano said: "I've never done anything to be sorry for you, why should I think you're sorry?" β
Zhou Xiaoming laughed: "Also, you don't owe me anything, it's me who is self-inflicted." But ......"
Her beautiful eyes looked at Qianluo, and then looked at Zhang Youwei beside her: "Now, let's talk about it, which of the two people around you is more important?" β
Qianluo frowned: "What do you mean?" β
Zhou Xiaoming said with a smile: "That guy will only do things for the sake of profit, so the decisions he made are also very hateful, so I can only do it myself." But I don't have any obsession now, anyway, the people I hate don't end well...... You're all left, you're left. β
Asa looked at her suspiciously.
Zhou Xiaoming leaned on the steel bar: "Your cat is being hunted down by another world, right?" Although this guy next to you is powerful, the medicine on his body has not completely dissipated yet, right? β
She smiled and said: "What she is stepping on under her feet is a blood array, if she comes out, it will immediately affect the formation in the Zhang family's villa, so this ghost master surnamed Zhang only has two choices, either she dies or dies at night." What do you think will be chosen for a Zhang family? And you? β
"Who do you want to choose?"