Wen Xiang, who thought he was going to investigate to the end, had a big stone fall in his heart.

Seeing Song Nanzhou come out of the clean room like no one, he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, when he saw him walk in again and carried her out casually.

Wen Xiang was placed on the table again.

There was only one glass palace lamp left in the room, and with the soft light, Wen Xiang looked at the living Hades who had a bed and did not sleep, but slept softly by the window.

In all fairness, the appearance of this living Hades is really good, and there is nothing to say.

He has long sword eyebrows, a pair of closed eyes, thick and curly eyelashes that make Wen Xiang secretly jealous, the bridge of his nose is straight, and his thin lips are bloody.

In the hazy light, the fair skin could not see even the slightest blemish.

Wen Xiang couldn't help but think of the word "jade snow sculpture" in her head, and the sour water bubbles in her heart bubbled more and more.

"A man's family looks better than a woman, and he simply doesn't leave a way for women to live."

The point is that this is still a ruthless man who looks better than a woman.

Wen Xiang remembered the scene when she opened the scoop without warning, and couldn't help but shudder.

Run while he's asleep!

Song Nanzhou drank a lot of alcohol at night, so he slept a little heavier than usual.

But when he slept deeply, he opened his eyes when he heard from the room that Suosuo was like a rat.

Then, Song Nanzhou saw a picture that he will never forget in his life-

The blood jade wrench he wore on his finger during the day was rolling forward on the ground at this time.

Of course, it is also possible that the window was not closed before going to bed, and the wind blew in from outside, which happened to blow the blood jade wrench finger to the ground.

If Song Nanzhou hadn't heard the sound of "hey, hey, hey" like a trumpet from the wrench, he would have thought that way.

Now, he saw his Blood Jade Wrench shouting and rolling out.

Song Nanzhou has lived for twenty years, and he has never seen such a strange scene.

He looked at it for a while, rubbed his eyes, and looked at it silently for a while.

……

When a warm incense of her current size covered her with a shadow as huge as the canopy of heaven, she instinctively stopped her movements and fell down and pretended to be dead.

Song Nanzhou squatted down and carefully looked at the blood jade wrench in front of him.

On the same day, he and Tang Shaozong passed through Tongzhou and saw someone selling antiques and utensils on the roadside.

He took a fancy to this blood jade wrench at a glance and bought it.

Tang Shaozong persuaded him not to buy it at that time, saying that this look was something dug up in the tomb.

is also jokingly ridiculed, beware that this blood jade wrench finger is infected with the owner's unjust soul, and when the time comes, it will not be good.

"Wronged souls?" Song Nanzhou raised his eyebrows slightly, reached out and poked his fingers.

Stop!

Poked her tickle flesh, it's so itchy, haha!

Can't laugh!

Wen Xiang endured the itch and pretended to be dead.

Song Nanzhou looked at it for a while, and saw that the blood jade wrench fingers lying on the lichen did not move.

"Who are you?" He asked coldly with an expressionless face.

Wen Xiang's heart shook.

The appearance of this living Hades with a cold face and frost is too fierce, and he is blind with such a good-looking face.

Wen Xiang continued to pretend to be dead while taking pity on the other.

Speaking at this time is really looking for death.

"Evil soul or demon?" Song Nanzhou asked again.

You are wronged, you are evil!

Your whole family is wronged, and your whole family is wicked!

Wen Xiang was angry while continuing to play dead.

"Where are you going just now?" Song Nanzhou's tone seemed to soften: "You tell me, I'll take you there." ”

Wen Xiang pouted secretly, what about her three-year-old child?

But did he hear it just now?

Blame her, she acted too carelessly.

Wen Xiang blamed herself and pretended to be dead to the end.

"Won't tell?" Song Nanzhou seemed to have completely lost his patience, and his tone became eerie and cold again.

Wen Xiang rolled her eyes, just coaxing her to turn her face.

With such a nice voice, if you coax a few more words, maybe she will be tempted and confused by beauty, and she really can't hold back her mouth.

Wen Xiang was proud and made up her mind, whether he was coerced or lured, she vowed to play dead to the end.