The winter night in the imperial capital is as thick as splashing ink.

Qin gently tossed and turned, and slept unsteadily.

The well-designed scene of catching stolen goods during the day was actually cracked so easily by the ugly monster and her doglegs.

She really couldn't figure it out, why did the ugly monster buy Qin Xin's rosewood bed?

That's what she's always wanted but never got!

The more you can't get it, the more you want it.

She thought back to the whole process and was sure that this time the plan was really thoughtful and foolproof, if the ugly bastard hadn't suddenly sold that contract......

Therefore, the key to the matter was still destroyed in Qin Xin's hands, everyone died, and he actually dug such a big pit before he died.

"Such an expensive bed is not reserved for my sister, but sold to an outsider, Qin Xin, you are really black-hearted, and you are very shameless. What a school flower, what a goddess, those who voted are blind, what is there to look at a dead man with a miserable face, who is only worthy of marrying a lame short-lived vixen-"

Qin gently gritted his teeth and couldn't help but scold.

In the dark night, there were no outsiders in the Qin family, and she didn't have to pretend to be delicate like maintaining a ladylike image in front of Lan Yingjun.

She vented the unhappiness in her heart to the fullest.

Correct.

Just after she finished scolding "only worthy of marrying a lame short-lived vixen", the temperature in the room seemed to drop by more than ten degrees!

"You, say, who, yes, fox, raccoon, spirit?"

The cold and sharp voice, word by word, resounded in her ears!

Qin Wenrou was so frightened that he sat up from the mattress at once.

Got a nightmare?

Otherwise, how could you hear Qin Xin's dead woman's voice?

She gasped and nervously scanned around the room.

However, the room was very quiet, and there was no sound to be heard except for her own "snort" and "snort" gasps.

She licked her lips and said in her heart, sure enough, she thought too much before going to bed, and she was prone to nightmares, forget it, I don't want to, anyway, although she failed this time, she still has that ugly handle in her hand, and she can still ......

I was comforting myself, and suddenly, "Squeak——! There was a strange sound, and her heart rose again,??? Silk? 目齑由ぷ友鄱? Hayabusa poke forgiveness

"Who ......?!"

Her voice trembled, and her whole body shook into a sieve without any breath.

The window, I don't know when it was blown open, and the cold wind poured in, making it seem that the whole room was swishing cold and desolate, like a netherworld.

"You don't know who I am? I still want to be greedy for my rosewood bed today, and I was still scolding me for being a vixen just now, and I forgot who I was so quickly? ”

A cold voice drifted in with the cold wind.

Qin Wenwen's cold hair stood on end!

His eyes were about to pop out of his sockets, staring straight at the strange window, and he couldn't say anything: "You...... You ......"

Could it be Qin Xin's unjust soul who came to ask her for his life?

No, no, no, there are no ghosts in this world, and Qin Xin has no corpse, so it is impossible to ...... No way......

However, in the next second, the word "impossible" was stuffed back into her throat.

I saw that the window was completely blown open by the cold wind, and in a white mist, a white shadow floated into the bedroom!

Without touching the ground, his feet floated directly to Qin's gentle bedhead!

White Mist = Yin Qi!

White clothes == shroud!

Three inches off the ground == floating!

Qin Wenrou's eyes bulged out, and he couldn't go back!

She couldn't even scream in her throat - she felt a powerful force grabbing her throat, and she couldn't make a sound.

However, the white shadow walked leisurely and came to her: "Say, who helped you set the ice lake trap?" ”