The laughter in the computer began to go crazy, Mo Xiaozao trembled, and the hairs on his body stood on end. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

The sound of this voice made her uncomfortable.

"Anxia." With a sound like a mosquito chirping, her hand tightly grabbed Anxia's clothes, "I'm a little scared, I always feel that my body is cold." ”

"There's me." Anxia's long hair invaded from the case of the computer, and in the blink of an eye, the computer went dark.

The room was also quiet under the normal computer, and the snoring steel helmet rubbed against her hand, apparently begging for her touch.

She raised her hand and rubbed the fleshy little head of the steel helmet, and her hands were empty.

The steel helmet was already in Anxia's arms.

"Sleep for a while, and then get back to writing." The long hair arranged the things on the couch, and the little paws kneading the flesh of the steel helmet smiled.

She nodded naturally, crawled into her bed, and fell asleep.

The gradual and even breathing let An Xia know that she was asleep, and let go of the steel helmet casually, and her body turned into black smoke and disappeared into the room.

Anxia fluttered in the black night, searching for the hair of the leech spirit that had been in contact with her.

Long hair fluttered in the air, pointing straight to the tall buildings in the north.

An Xia also followed her hair into the tall building, and followed the direction of her hair into the men's toilet on one side.

In the dimly lit toilet, the lights glowed dimly, and the sound of pumping water sounded in the cubicle next to it, followed by the sound, and a man in disheveled clothes came out.

The man's hand rested on the door of the cubicle, and with the other he tugged at his pants.

"Your house is not what it used to be, what are you pretending to be? It's just your sister doing her best to maintain it. The man buckled his belt and walked straight to the sink to wash his hands.

Anxia knew just by looking at the man's movements that there was another person, or a girl, in there.

It was indeed as Anxia thought, there was a little girl with big eyes and thin cheeks in the compartment, a skirt that was pushed to the waist, and underwear that hung loosely on the shoulders.

"Ahh The girl screamed in hindsight, tears raging on her transparent face.

An Xia, who was in the dark, frowned, touching her hair without the slightest difference, and she couldn't feel the leech essence.

Naturally came out of the darkness, coldly looked at the girl, but was stunned, the clear fish stone between the white chest emitted a shallow light.

"Come with me." Reaching out and pulling the girl up, he walked out of the bathroom without saying anything.

Walking through the lively bar outside, two good-looking girls stood on the side of the street, stopped a taxi, and did where Mo Xiaozao lived.

"You sit for a while, she's not awake yet, but you can think about how to tell your story." Anxia let go of her hand, and the girl's body leaned softly against the sofa, her eyes empty.

Own story? I guess there is.

The girl took out her fish stone and held it in her palm and clenched it.

An Xia's gaze fell on the girl's body casually, and she reached out to pinch the nose of the steel helmet, and three traces appeared on her beautiful hand.

"Whew. I slept so well. Stretching his waist, Mo Xiaozao rubbed his eyes, and looked for An Xia in slippers.

Who made in recent days, Anxia will still be in the room during the day.

"Who are you?" She didn't find Anxia, and when she saw the girl, her face buried in the crook of her arm, and her skirt was stained with blood and dirty.

Her tone couldn't help but soften, "Why are you at my house?" ”

"I was brought by Anxia, and she said you would record my story." The girl said so, her face was much paler but much better than yesterday.

With one hand propped up on the edge of the couch, the girl forced herself to pull the corners of her lips and give her a smile.

"Your story?" Mo Xiaozao exclaimed, and instantly understood An Xia's heart.

She doesn't have a lot of experience, and many things or stories can only be told to her by others, and the more different the experience, the better it is for her to shape the story.

It's just that who will tell their secrets to others?

Mo Xiaozao pursed her lips, turned around and gave the girl a bottle of An Muxi brought by Mo Xi.

"Thank you, let me introduce myself first, my name is Yan Su." Yan Su didn't say what his last name was, and took off what he was carrying.

Spread out hands lay an ornament, the beauty of which is amazing.

"This is a fish stone?"

"Yes, according to my elders, this fish stone is called Runkui, and it is a demon who has a great marriage with my uncle."

Mo Xiaozao turned out to be a fish stone, and his heart seemed to have broken all emotions, joy, anger, sorrow and joy poured out, and finally turned into a long sigh.

I kind of know why Anxia brought this Yan Su over.

"I know her, but please tell me your story." Doing his best to be gentle, his eyes fell on An Muxi in Yan Su's hand.

It was her most extravagant food, and it was fake not to feel distressed.

She thought silently, looking away for Anxia's figure.

"I, I, I want to think." The white hand quickly retracted, his eyes widened in panic, and he opened his mouth to bite his arm.

Yan Su let go of his arm, and the purple tooth marks sank deep into his arm.

"I'll get you a medicine box." Mo Xiaozao's face changed, and he stood up and walked towards the cabinet on the side.

She didn't take two steps before her body was pressed by a force, and the person also fell down on the sofa, and when she raised her head, she could see Yan Su's panicked little face.

"No, you don't." The little face quickly turned red, and the delicate little mouth snorted, "I'll tell you my story, don't go." ”

"Okay."

Mo Xiaozao didn't know how to answer, but just glanced at the purple tooth marks stiffly.

"My uncle was killed by my father." Yan Su opened her mouth to shock her, and the person nested in the sofa, "I saw it with my own eyes." ”

"How old are you?" A thousand words were stuck in his throat, Mo Xiaozao only asked this sentence, and his heart was turbulent.

"Twenty-two, I saw it eight years ago, when my uncle and Runkui knew each other for two years." Yan Su's voice was not loud, and his calm eyes were relieved.

It's just a hint of madness in the depths.

She only cared about feeling distressed about Yan Su, and naturally she couldn't see the red blood-like madness, and her hand hugged Yan Su's body to try to warm the other party.

"Actually, my uncle doesn't like Runkui, this shemale love doesn't exist at all."

"But Dad is worried that Runkui will help his uncle, and he is worried that he can't be the one who inherits the company."

"Runkui was beaten back to the prototype in front of his uncle's eyes, and everyone in the family saw it, and his uncle also committed suicide for Runkui because of respect for this friend."

Sentence by sentence, Yan Su told her about a man who designed a brother, and he didn't forget to sarcastically mock himself at the time, even if he was a girl, he was seriously ill.

Leukemia, enough for her father to give up on her.

"What else?" The sound of the sudden insertion was not loud, but because it was An Xia's voice, Mo Xiaozao's body was shocked.

These are all things from the past, and they don't count as her story.