Ning Xiyue felt that she was about to lose her usual elegance and calmness.

It's maddening!

Chu Lanlan didn't dare to look at Ning Xiyue, she whispered, "Poor...... Almost. ”

Getting this answer, Lin Ankang took a breath of cold air on the side, and he subconsciously glanced at Ning Xiyue's stomach, his eyes full of worry.

If it's just an ordinary child, it's not a big deal.

But the ghost fetus...... It's not a good thing to think about it.

Ning Xiyue didn't say anything more, she got up, sat in the corner of the bar, and stared at the table in front of her without saying a word.

Lin Ankang sat beside Ning Xiyue, trying to comfort Ning Xiyue.

But he opened his mouth several times, but found that he didn't know what to say.

In this case, futile comfort may sound even more irritating, but he can't give him useful ideas.

Thinking about it, he felt as if he didn't have any words to say.

As a result, he knew that it was dark, and he didn't hold back a word.

As soon as it was dark, Ning Xiyue was ready to leave.

Chu Lanlan, who had been prepared, ran out and stopped Ning Xiyue again: "Xiyue, you have to wait until twelve o'clock." ”

Ning Xiyue looked at Chu Lanlan's gaze and finally had a trace of anger: "Are you teasing me?" ”

"No, no," Chu Lanlan stepped back again and again, and said without momentum at all, "This is his request, I just conveyed the original words." ”

She had that weeping expression on her face again.

If it weren't for the help, she really didn't want to be this messenger.

It's horrible.

She was so afraid that she would be strangled to death.

Ning Xiyue was angry, but she still retreated to her previous position and sat down again.

Even when she is angry, her posture is still elegant, as if these actions have been carved into her bones and will not change due to changes in emotions.

*

At midnight.

Ning Xiyue finally left through the back door of the Qing Bar.

Unlike the bustling front door, the back door is quite deserted and remote.

It was a dark alley, with no street lights, and I could barely see the old buildings in the vicinity by the faint light of the bustling streets in the distance.

It gives people a sense of decay and shabby.

Lin Ankang followed behind Ning Xiyue, feeling that his back was cold.

Although he is not as afraid of ghosts as Lin Xiaoxiao, as a brother and sister of a mother's compatriots, he is also a little afraid.

Especially in this kind of environment that feels particularly eerie at first glance, if it weren't for his gender restrictions, he would now want to shout two voices to strengthen his courage.

Ning Xiyue walked a few meters into the alley, suddenly paused, and then turned around and walked back.

The second monk Lin Ankang was confused, but he didn't ask anything, just followed Ning Xiyue's footsteps.

Just as the two of them took two steps back, a man's deep voice suddenly sounded behind them.

"Ning Xiyue." The man's voice was calm and unwavering, but it made people feel a chill in their hearts for no reason.

Not the kind of cold that is feared and scared, but the kind of cold that is literally written.

Lin Ankang couldn't help but rub the goosebumps that came out of his arm before he felt that his body temperature had returned to normal.

He looked back, but saw no man.

Ning Xiyue also turned around, with an arrogant look on her face, and her tone was slightly annoyed: "You asked Chu Lanlan to calculate me?" ”