Jiang Yideng looked at this 'work of art' with indescribable cruelty and beauty in front of him with an ugly face, and felt a surge in his stomach.

In front of him was Jiang Yuze's corpse.

I don't know who 'fiddled' with the corpse, and in order to hide the smell of blood, the man also sprayed an unknown number of expensive perfumes, and as a result, the fragrance and the smell of blood were entangled and became an even more indescribable smell.

"Dong Hu, what do you think?" Jiang Yideng covered his nose and asked.

"That man's nose may not be very sharp." Dong Hu replied with interest, "But her taste is quite good." ”

Jiang Yideng rolled his eyes: "It seems that you can find a chance to get acquainted." ”

As he spoke, he took out the key and opened the door to the prison.

"I've had this only key with me since my grandfather came, but there's no sign of damage to the door, could it be dark magic?"

"No, I don't feel any dark matter, and as for the arcane... There doesn't seem to be any arcane brilliance left here. Dong Hu carefully observed every place in the prison, striving not to let go of a single detail.

"That's weird, could it be that person is a ghost?"

"Then she should be a beautiful female ghost too." Dong Hu picked up a piece of crane feathers stained red with blood from the ground and said with an oath.

Jiang Yideng squatted down and looked at Jiang Yuze's corpse.

The corners of his eyes were cut open by the sharp blade, his eyes were extraordinarily large, and his expression was hideous and distorted, as if he had seen something that scared him very much before he died, from the abdomen down, his body had been smashed into minced flesh and spread out with bone residue, and a few white roses in full bloom fell on those flesh and blood, and some of the white petals had been dyed with a strange layer of pink.

Jiang Yideng picked up a paper crane that was inserted in Jiang Yideng's chest and fixed with an iron nail.

The tip of the wings is left with only a graceful and agile 'crane' character.

"Cranes?" Jiang Yideng couldn't help frowning, in his impression, there didn't seem to be a single person who could sneak into the Pioneer Legion prison quietly with the person 'Crane' in his name and nickname.

"I still don't know much." Jiang Yideng threw the thousand paper cranes to Dong Hu and motioned for him to put them away, "But she solved a problem for me, and I was still thinking about how to clean up this beast that was neither human nor beast, but unfortunately, she didn't give me a chance to watch the process on the side." ”

Jiang Yideng stood up and glanced at the inhuman-looking corpse of Jiang Yuze, who had been freed from beast transformation but tortured again, with disdain: "Let's go, let people clean up this place in a while." ”

... ...

By the time Lee Mingyao woke up, it was five days later.

The sun, with a hint of late autumn chill, poured in through the window, spread diagonally on the white futon, and the potted plants on the windowsill cast swaying shadows, rubbing a gentle floral scent into the air.

Li Mingyao stared at the ceiling with wide eyes and motionless, as if his head had not yet come to his senses, and he had not yet figured out where he was.

It wasn't until a slight squirm came from the side of the bed that Li Mingyao realized that he was holding a soft, warm thing in his hand.

With some difficulty, he turned his head to look at the bed—

In the soft sunlight, the girl's face seemed to be covered with a hazy veil, and the soft long hair was coiled into a small ball, but it seemed that its owner had not taken care of it carefully during this time, and the ball had a posture that was about to fall apart.

She crawled on the edge of the bed, pillowed her arm, and her other hand tightly held Li Mingyao's exposed palm, revealing half of her delicate arm.

Li Mingyao's fingers moved slightly, slashing across the girl's palm, and unlike the delicate of her arm, her palm had a layer of calluses that were not thin.

His mood became complicated.

"Hmm-"

As if sensing Li Mingyao's small movements just now, Mingxue Takema, who was lying on his stomach, moved, and slowly opened his eyes.

Then.

"Ahh The girl frowned, raised her hand and rubbed her somewhat reddened nose.

Like a cat, Akiyuki Takema propped his hands on the bed, arching his back and stretching his waist.

A hint of surprise flashed in Li Mingyao's eyes: "Curious about the way to stretch your waist, are you a cat?" ”

"If you're willing to let go of your hand, I don't mind stretching like a normal person." Akiyuki Takema said 'nonchalantly', her cheeks slightly red.

Li Mingyao silently withdrew his hand.

However, the corners of his mouth involuntarily hooked, because he clearly found that Takema Mingxue's original anxious expression stretched a lot, and his eyes also revealed a little relief.

Neither of them is the kind of person who is very good at expressing their hearts, so the fact that Li Mingyao, who was originally in a coma, finally came to his senses was ignored by the two of them.

At least the conversation didn't develop into:

"Oops, you're awake." "yes, I'm finally awake." The way it looks.

The atmosphere gradually became more subtle.

Fortunately, Li Mingyao's stomach rang at the right time, slightly relieving the already sweet and greasy breath in the air.

"Hungry? I'll get you something to eat. Takema Mingxue said softly, and before Li Mingyao could react, he got up and walked towards the door.

"By the way, this is an old man who asked me to give it to you, and he said that he is Lu Xian's master." As if remembering something, Mingxue Takema, who was about to go out, turned around and threw a small card to Li Mingyao's side... on the wall.

The corners of Li Mingyao's mouth twitched, and he pulled the card out of the wall.

"Lu Xian's... Master? ”

The memories before the coma came flooding back in his mind little by little, and Li Mingyao suddenly felt a little difficult to breathe.

What Lu Xian entrusted to him, can he really afford it?

The card is just a plain white cardboard cut out, without any pattern decoration, only a simple sentence written with a brush.

"I've already taken back that necklace, and besides, when you wake up, come to No. 43 in the White Tiger District to find me."

Li Mingyao panicked in his heart, he sat up from the bed suddenly, his facial expression distorted by the sudden tearing pain on his body, but he still forced the pain to lift the bedding.

No.

He shifted forward and lifted the pillow again.

Or not!

His gaze passed everywhere he could see in the room, but there was no trace of the necklace left by Lu Xian anywhere.

It seems that the real person took it.

Li Mingyao scratched his hair with some chagrin.

"It seems that I can only go once when I get better." Li Mingyao sighed helplessly, "I just hope that person doesn't have any malicious intent, but after all, it was Mingxue from Takenama, so there shouldn't be any problem." ”

Probably because Akiyuki Takema didn't choose to stab the knife into his neck after he turned into that before, and now Lee Mingyao's trust in Akiyuki Takema has reached the point of 'Senpason Head'.

As a result, the fact that his magic mask had been damaged was selectively ignored by himself.

Squeak –

The door opened again, and Akiyuki Takema cautiously walked in with a bowl of hot porridge: "The doctor said that it was best to eat liquid food first after waking up and being hungry for a long time... Oops, why are you up, hurry up and lie down. ”

Takema Mingxue hurriedly put the porridge on the table next to her, and then pushed it back to the bed rudely despite Li Mingyao's frightened and painful expression.

Syllable!

Then, the hair rope that Takema Mingxue was helping her hair suddenly broke off, and her silky black hair fell down like a waterfall and sprinkled on Li Mingyao's face.

The sun shimmers through the hair, and a scent hits the face.

Li Mingyao stretched out his hand to brush the hair on his face, and looked at Mingxue's reddened pretty face.

The breathing of the two of them gradually became heavier.

“... Ming Xue. ”

Li Mingyao spoke slowly, and as soon as he spoke, he was amazed by the time.

"You look like a female ghost."

... ...

Syllable!!