Is his fiancée disfigured? And her bodyguard was also injured? Last night again? Could it be?

That's right, it must be! The woman was indeed newly engaged.

God, don't make such an international joke at this time, why don't you give me a buffer?

Lan Song saw the strange expression on Xia Chanwu's face, and his heart was already full of question marks, he stood up and walked towards her: "Did what I just say scare you?" ”

Ordinary girls will probably be scared when they hear this kind of thing, and the person in front of them also looks soft and weak, I'm afraid it will be no exception.

But if Lan Song thinks like this, then he is really too outrageous. Xia Chan Dance will have such a big reaction, all because Lan Song saved her kindly, but she harmed other people's fiancées and ruined the lives of other people's husbands and wives.

Although the person was not directly injured by her, it was inseparable from her.

Thinking of this, Xia Chan Wu was already extremely weak, for fear that Lan Song would notice something, so he hurriedly replied: "Oh, no, I'm not scared." I'm just sorry for your fiancée, I think she must be very beautiful, and now that something like this has happened, I'm afraid she'll be sad. ”

Dead Cold Front! Cold maniac! It's all your fault! I blame you! If he hadn't been so ruthless, how could she be burdened with a heavy sense of guilt?

Gritting his teeth, a question that sounded inconsequential slipped out of Xia Chanwu's mouth: "Lan Song, now that your fiancée she, she, and her face is injured, then you ...... "Will you still marry her?"

God knows how desperate she was to know the answer to this question, if that woman lost her marriage because of this, wouldn't her sins be deeper and heavier?

Of course, Lan Song knew what the Xia Cicada Dance meant. He strode over to where the apple had fallen, picked it up, and tossed it into the trash in a nice pitching position.

From the invisible angle of Xia Chan Dance, a touch of irony with a deeper level appeared on Lan Song's face: "Whether she is injured or not, beautiful or ugly, it has nothing to do with me, my task is only to be responsible for marrying her home." ”

In the tone, it was so light and light.

"You? ......" At this moment, Xia Chan Wu's wide eyes stared straight at Lan Song's back, as if she wanted to see through a hole in his back.

How can anyone treat their fiancée with such a mentality? Is it because of disgust? Or don't love at all?

"Do you think I'm cold-blooded?" Lan Song turned around and chuckled, "Yes, a fiancée I've never met, I really don't know how to care about her." ”

"Huh?" A girl's mouth is wide enough to fit an egg.

What age is this, and how come there are still couples who are engaged and still don't know each other?

But it's not right, so how is their marriage decided?

Although the person is still uncomfortable, his mouth still can't control himself: "Lan, Lan Song, aren't you already engaged, how can you not know each other?" ”

Lan Song didn't move now. The sunlight reflected the flecks through the row of ink bamboos in front of the window, falling on his immaculate face, which looked so dreamlike.

"This marriage was purely arranged by both parents, and we have no right to say no at all. But I didn't want to be a pawn in this political marriage, so I didn't even go to the engagement ceremony. What I didn't expect was that in the face of huge benefits, they actually completed the engagement ceremony without the groom. ”

The depression in his heart was released, and Lan Song breathed a long sigh of relief: "Cicada dance? Can I call you that? ”

Xia Chanwu nodded in agreement, and silently gave extreme contempt to this kind of parents who disregarded the happiness of their children and arranged marriages single-handedly.

"Thank you for being willing to listen to me spit out my bitterness, cicada dance." Lan Song turned his head away, looking at the row of lush ink bamboos in front of the window, a little distracted.

What's wrong with him today? In front of a stranger, those inconsequential words blurted out? Could it be that this arranged marriage has brought him too much pressure?

"I ......" Xia Chanwu was about to speak, wanting to comfort him a few words, but his face became more and more pale with fright by the scene behind him.

Because at this time, behind Lan Song's back, there was a faint cloud of almost transparent things, drifting up along his back, and finally stopped at his neck, spinning there, looking like he was looking for something.

Xia Cicada Dance hurriedly stepped forward to watch. Before she could get close to Lan Song, the mass stopped moving, but turned around and floated towards her.

"You can see me?" The exit turned out to be a crisp child's voice.

Call! ~ It turned out to be something from the netherworld, and I've seen a lot of it anyway, so there's nothing to be afraid of, Xia Cicada Wu nodded at it. What was it doing just now? Could it be that it wanted to possess Lan Song?

Oh my God, the legendary demon possessed!? Now the reality version is being staged?

A certain girl can't help but feel a spirit.

The mass of things fixed in front of her eyes: "I didn't expect you to know a lot." That's right! It's the time of the two o'clock, and I'm about to be arrested, so I have to find a yang body to hide. ”？？？ What's the situation? Could it be that when you are a yincha, you can still communicate with ghosts? (Xia Chanwu didn't know that it was because Jing Ge had injected energy into her body.) ）

"But you resist arrest like this, and you still try to hurt the yang people, if you are caught, with the cruelty of the yin law, you will be punished more severely."

Being so close, Xia Cicada Dance could feel the heavy resentment emanating from its body, and maybe it was a powerful ghost again.

"You're really not simple!" The child's voice approached his ears, and when he spoke again, he said in a demonic voice: "But so what? As my parents, they cruelly threw me off the twelfth floor just because I was a girl. Therefore, even if I want to fall into the hell of Abi in the future, I will seek revenge on them! Avenge! Avenge! ”

At this time, the mass in front of Xia Cicada Dance had turned into a visible entity, and if you looked closely, it was a newborn, pink and tender baby girl.

It's just that her seven orifices are dripping with bright red blood, and a pair of complaining little eyes are staring at Xia Chan Dance......