Seeing that she was back again, Dry Guhuan suddenly smiled like a child who had finally gotten candy, and said with satisfaction: "I knew that Ah Nong must be reluctant to let me die." ”

The hand she was wiping his fingers paused slightly.

With a gloomy face, he said seriously: "I just don't want you to die, I have another life on my back, and I am deeply guilty." ”

This was a bit insincere, but it was the only thing she could find to refute Dry Bone.

He smiled and shook her hand: "If Anon is guilty, I will accompany you to hell." ”

Qiu Yinong's whole person became frozen all of a sudden, and every time this person spoke, he could touch her heart.

She finally raised her head to look into his eyes and asked sternly and coldly, "Why?" ”

The man squinted his eyes with a smile, his narrow and good-looking eyes narrowed slightly, half-open and half-closed, it was really beautiful, his red lips pursed slightly, and his words were cold and long: "Open the way for Anong Huangquan." ”

A nice voice, heroic and cold words.

Qiu Yinong looked at him, and his heart suddenly swelled with a million feelings, and it was difficult to tell his current mood.

Everyone wants to go to Elysium and get out of hell, but he wants to accompany her to hell.

The rain, which had stopped a moment earlier, was now beginning to fall again, lightning and thunder, the oil lamps in the house gave a faint glow, and the wind blew in through the window lattice, and the lights flickered slightly, almost extinguished.

By this little light, she could see his blood-red eyes.

Trying to suppress something.

It should be poisoned.

"Why have you been helping me and being so good to me?"

She pondered again and again, and finally asked the question.

She had asked him before, but she didn't believe what he said it was.

He must have had his own purpose.

He lay on the edge of the bed, tilted his head vigorously to look at her, and suddenly rolled over and laughed, beckoning to her: "Ah Nong come and sleep with me, and I'll tell you how?" ”

Again, the hooligan temperament is bursting.

All the emotions that Qiu Yinong had brewed just now were suddenly destroyed by his words.

Choked in his throat in one breath, failed to spit it out, stared at the man's good-looking face, and couldn't say a word for a long time.

This person, she simply didn't know what to say.

She couldn't get angry, so she smashed the towel in her hand out and smashed it on his face: "I didn't expect that Huan Qigongzi could say such shameless words." ”

She originally thought that this person would not be able to say such explicit words.

"Shh

Ku Guhuan suddenly raised his finger and made a boo movement, closed his eyes and listened carefully, Qiu Yinong saw that his expression was different from when he was joking just now, so he knew that there was indeed something, so he didn't dare to speak.

In the middle of the sound, Dry Bone Huan pinched a peach hairpin that was obliquely inserted between his sideburns and flew out diagonally.

Qiu Yinong looked over, and the peach hairpin was inserted into the wardrobe opposite the bed.

The wooden wardrobe door collapsed, the wardrobe in disrepair, and the wooden boards were scattered, but it was in this scene that Qiu Yinong still saw the scene inside, which made her eyes widen suddenly.

There was a man huddled in a small closet.

No, two people, to be precise.

The white-clothed girl with clean and beautiful eyebrows and delicate contours curled up in the closet, her hair was messy, her face was pale, and her eyes were rolling uneasily, staring straight at the dry bones and autumn.