Ma Xiao ignored Liu Qiang and stared at Ling Tian viciously: "Who are you?" ”

"I still want to ask you, why do you occupy my friend's body, he is not handsome."

"Damn." Liu Qiang let out an angry roar and rushed towards Ling Tian.

A huge fist slammed into Ling Tian's head, Ling Tian stretched out his hand to block it, but he was stumbled by the huge force and crashed into the furniture behind him.

There was a sharp pain in his arm, and he calculated all the possibilities, but he forgot that now two ghosts were possessed by two well-trained policemen, even if they didn't know any skills, their strength alone was enough to teach him a half-otaku.

With a bitter face, he quickly avoided Liu Qiang's attack, and now the only thing to be thankful for is that the ghost attached to Ma Xiao's body was affected by the added betel nut, and lost his strong physique like a severe cold.

It's just that his happiness flashed, and then turned into consternation, Ma Xiao was indeed weak, but it didn't prevent him from going to the kitchen and taking out a kitchen knife, and handed the knife to Liu Qiang at the first time.

Seeing Ma Xiao leaning weakly against the gate to block the way out, Liu Qiang approached step by step, and Ling Tian had the heart to cry.

Throwing the decorations on the furniture at Liu Qiang, taking advantage of Liu Qiang's knife to smash it, Ling Tian flashed into the bedroom, his back pressed against the bedroom door, and as soon as he took out his mobile phone and held it in front of him, he heard a loud noise, and a huge vibration came from his back.

A kitchen knife pierced through the bedroom door, and the sharp blade split a crack in the top of the phone, almost slashing his finger.

The phone that had just lit up quickly dimmed, revealing only a dim glow through the cracks in the screen.

Regardless of the heartache of the mobile phone, Ling Tian left the bedroom door and only stretched out one hand to grab the doorknob to prevent Liu Qiang from opening it.

It's just that his strength is too far away from the other party, and a loud noise is heard, and the door has been kicked open.

Liu Qiang stepped in, the kitchen knife in his hand had already been chopped down, and behind him was the bed, seeing that the kitchen knife was about to hit him, Ling Tian's heart was cold.

Hurriedly dodged and rolled on the bed, stood up from the other side, and the jar of gods in his hand was facing Liu Qiang.

The knife, which was already somewhat damaged because of the slashing of the bedroom door, kept shaking in the air, and Liu Qiang's body was like a swing, trying his best to resist the suction of the gods' jar.

"I want you dead." An unfamiliar female voice, as if with endless anger, gritted her teeth.

The strength of his whole body had to resist the Jar of the Gods, and he was powerless to control Ling Tian at all, if he hadn't possessed Liu Qiang, he would have been sucked into it by the Jar of Gods a long time ago.

Ling Tian carefully avoided Liu Qiang's kicks, slowly bypassed him, and came to the living room.

Ma Xiao was still leaning against the door, but his expression was even more depressed, and the phantom no longer appeared from time to time, but was always not far from Ma Xiao's face, as if he was wearing a translucent mask.

Looking at the phantom's featureless face, Ling Tian opened the curtain and looked at Ma Xiao who was suffering in the sun: "Brother, let's have two of them." If you continue to make trouble, your soul will be scattered, although it is a ghost, but the two of you can still be together, if the soul is scattered...... Tut....... ”

"What can I do if I'm a fish?"

The unfamiliar male voice looked very weak, and his tone was full of helplessness.

Ling Tian lit a cigarette: "My friend is fine, as long as he is okay, tell your story, maybe I can open the net." ”

"After killing so many people, will you open the net?"

The man raised his head weakly, and the phantom on his face was farther away from Ma Xiao.

Ling Tian was stunned, he had really forgotten the bones in the grove.

Seeing Ling Tian silent, the man laughed, "Haha, I'm actually satisfied to be with Fluttershy at the end." ”

"Looks like you're a storyteller too, so you know my methods, you let my friend go, confess your crimes, and I'll give you a good time, or I'll kill Fluttershy and keep you alive." Or conversely, I prefer to torture women. ”

The standard language of the bad guy was greasy for a while, which also made the man stunned, and his eyes became gloomy.

After looking at Ling Tian for a long time, the man sighed: "Okay, you won." ”

Ghosts exist because of attachments, and they are strong because of resentment.

The same is true for He Yifeng and Chen Nian.

In that era when the words of the matchmaker and the life of the parents occupied the mainstream, He Yifeng and Chen Nian met, like many bloody plots, the two met in a misunderstanding.

In this misunderstanding that no one can tell, the protagonists are in love, but each other's families are on different sides because of this misunderstanding.

It was winter, and it was snowing heavily.

The uncared for road surface was trampled into mud by the passing carriages and pedestrians, and pedestrians were forced to walk in the snow on the side of the road, while the carriages carefully avoided bumps and puddles.

Two carriages traveling in opposite directions accidentally collide with each other, and the coachmen begin to blame each other.

He Yifeng was angry in his heart, he had just been taught a lesson by his father and planned to go to the nearby Zhuangzi to relax, but he didn't expect to encounter such a thing.

After listening for a while, seeing that the other party's carriage did not have the slightest intention of backing down, He Yifeng directly lifted the curtain of the carriage and got out of the warm carriage.

Just about to get angry, I saw that the curtain of the carriage on the opposite side was opened a gap, and a pretty and beautiful face appeared in the gap, and the gentle voice was like a warm wind that woke up spring, and suddenly blew the irritability in He Yifeng's heart into obscurity.

"Uncle Ma, let them pass first, let's retreat a little."

Uncle Ma, the coachman, was reluctant in his heart, he didn't think it was his fault, but when the young lady spoke, he had no choice but to jump off the carriage, step into the mud with his clean feet, and control the carriage to give way.

He Yifeng was completely intoxicated by the girl's delicate face, and did not react in the slightest, while his coachman, believing himself victorious, looked haughty, and drove the carriage on.

Uncle Ma was already unhappy in his heart, and he was even more depressed when he saw this scene of no gratitude, but he couldn't help but smile when he saw that the other party's carriage was about to drive into a puddle.

This smile stunned the coachman with a victorious expression, and before he could react, the wheels of the carriage had already fallen into a puddle, the carriage tilted sharply to one side, and the coachman, who was still in a daze, fell directly from the carriage and suddenly turned into a mud monkey.

Uncle Ma laughed, and the laughter made the coachman's eyes red: "You did it on purpose." ”

Roaring, the young coachman rushed towards Uncle Ma, and the two of them immediately scuffled.

Chen Nian's anxious persuasion couldn't wake up the two people who were already red-eyed, and he had just come back to his senses, so he couldn't catch the muddy water on the ground, and ran in front of Chen Nian, blocking the muddy water that had just splashed.

"Don't worry, Miss, I'll separate them."

He Yifeng opened his mouth like an oath, and his face full of muddy water made people laugh, and Chen Nian was no exception.