For the first time, I took the initiative to tell outsiders about the situation at home. Cheng Zhifei looked up at Jiuya and said.

"Really? That's all said, anyway, my aunt's house is quite far away from here, you're done, and the dust may not come, but can you say it with your own true face? You are who you are, why pretend to be someone else. ”

Jiuya also sympathized with Cheng Zhifei a little, but in fact, it was more that she couldn't see him crying with a dusty face, it was too awkward.

"Good ......" Cheng Zhifei took off his shirt and began to tear the skin from his collarbone.

Only then did Jiuya know why she beat him, there would still be red marks on his face, it was really a very thin layer of skin, and Jiuya began to admire Liangsheng's craftsmanship.

"I was quite surprised when I saw this for the first time, I didn't expect it to be so thin, and I suspected that I was floating dust after putting it on." Cheng Zhifei completely took off the painting skin, revealing his short yellow hair, and when he saw Jiuya's surprised expression, he stroked his hair in embarrassment.

"You're pretty handsome, why do you have to pretend to be floating dust? Is it really jealousy? Jiuya looked at Cheng Zhifei's face, white and clean, with a bit of feminine handsomeness.

"......" Cheng Zhifei stopped talking, stunned, what were he doing sitting on the ground with a human skin mask in his hand.

"Huh? What happened to you? Jiuya saw that something was wrong with Cheng Zhifei, and looked ahead with empty eyes, as if she was recalling something.

The more Cheng Zhifei wanted to know what had happened to him in the past few days, the more he couldn't think of it, and the more he couldn't think of it, the more his head hurt, Cheng Zhifei had a splitting headache, and curled up on the ground in pain holding his head.

"What the hell is wrong with you? Are you talking? Jiuya reached out to help Cheng Zhifei, but was pushed away.

"Box! Where's my box! Yes! Cheng Zhifei's head was bruised, and he screamed in pain.

"On the table, I'll bring it to you." Jiuya hurriedly ran to the table and handed the box on the table to Cheng Zhifei.

Cheng Zhifei was like a person with drug addiction, who snatched the box and opened it when he saw drugs, and when the transparent candle in the box was revealed, Jiuya understood what was going on.

This box is clearly the 'Soul Gathering Cup' used by Cangjie in order to condense Moyun's soul in the Mojia Yongdao.

At that time, due to the lack of oxygen, I didn't look at the box carefully, but now I found that although the candle in the box was transparent, there was a very small bat in the middle of the candle.

The bat seems to be alive and sealed in a transparent candle, its wings waving lifelike, hideous, as if trying to escape, and as if intimidating the person staring at the candle.

Jiuya unconsciously looked fascinated, and a voice squeezed into her brain, "Do you hate?" Others can live a very ordinary life, have family and friends, why do you have to stay in the hotel for a lifetime? ”

Jiuya thought that Cheng Zhifei said it to herself, and moved her eyes to Cheng Zhifei, but found that Cheng Zhifei was muttering, "I hate him!" If I had been chosen, I wouldn't have lived a life where pigs and dogs were inferior! ”

"I hate him!" Cheng Zhifei suddenly yelled, startling Jiuya who was staring at him.

"Marry me, I'll stay here with you, floating dust is not a good thing, if you marry me, I will spoil you as the happiest woman in the world." Cheng Zhifei put the lid of the box back in his pocket, clamped Jiuya's shoulders with both hands, and forcibly confessed to Jiuya.

"You have a split personality? You let go first, do we have something to say? Jiuya still had a glimmer of hope, feeling that Cheng Zhifei was sick, and tried to talk to Cheng Zhifei well.

"I am who I am, and there is no split personality." Cheng Zhifei forcibly knocked down Jiuya and continued: "You have two options now, dismiss Fuchen, marry me or my overlord will take the bow to dismiss Fuchen for you." ”

"I ...... I...... I have a third way to go! Jiuya fought with all her strength and hit Cheng Zhifei with her head.

Cheng Zhifei let go of his hand in order to avoid Jiuya's impact, and Jiuya took the opportunity to reach out and grab the electric baton on the table and stab at Cheng Zhifei.

Jiuya pressed the electric baton switch, only to find that there was no power, but Cheng Zhifei was ready to dodge, so Jiuya continued to press step by step, chasing after Cheng Zhifei.

Cheng Zhifei, who was forced by Jiuya, let go of the position of the window sill, so he didn't chase anymore, and he went up to the window sill again, in case Cheng Zhifei found that the electric baton was out of power, and pounced over, he jumped out of the window, anyway, on the second floor, he couldn't die.

"Now the initiative is in my hands, say! Why are you pretending to be floating dust! What kind of grudge do you have with Fuchen! Jiuya had a way out, sat on the windowsill, and forced Cheng Zhifei to ask.

"There are too many grievances, and I also became an orphan because of family changes, and the person I subdued with my fists, he also subdued them with my fists, don't I want to lose face?" Cheng Zhifei didn't want to tell Jiuya about the grievances between himself and Fuchen, so he just said irrelevant things and fooled them through.

"Tell me about your grievances! Grievances! What do I care about you fighting! ”

Jiuya felt that Cheng Zhifei's eyes were wrong, and she didn't know what the other party was planning, so she could only stand up and hold on to the window lattice, ready to jump down at any time.

"What I want is just to make Fuchen sad and steal all his things, are you a thing? It doesn't seem to count, so if you die, wouldn't it be more convenient for me to inherit here? ”

Jiuya finally knew what Cheng Zhifei had in mind, he wanted to push himself down and let himself fall to death, and it was too late for Jiuya to react, he was pushed out of the window, his hands hung on the windowsill, and the electric baton in his hand fell to the ground and shattered.

"I'll give you another chance, I'll pull you up, you sign a property transfer agreement, get rid of the dust, and I'll still marry you."

"Give me the box in your pocket, and I'll sign it for you!" Jiuya's arms trembled, but she still dragged the windowsill with all her strength and bargained with Cheng Zhifei.

"An ordinary box, what do you want it for?"

"Normally, you are reluctant to give it to me! Isn't revenge on the floating dust more useful than if you were holding a broken box? "Jiuya is also fighting hard in order to delay time, and some people who saw her hanging on the windowsill have already gone to the street to find Tian Huanzhu to come over to help, as long as she persists, ten minutes, ten minutes!

"Okay, I'll give it to you!" Cheng Zhifei just used the box as a windowsill, Jiuya couldn't hold on any longer, her hand slipped, and the whole person fell.

Jiuya has already thought about it, as long as she doesn't fall straight down when she falls, and has a force as a buffer, she will definitely not die, and at most sprain her foot.

"Hold on to my hand! I'll pull you up! Cheng Zhifei leaned out of the window for most of his body, grabbed Jiuya's hand, and the two of them hung on the window.

"You let go, this is the second floor, and there will be no death, as long as you don't touch that box again, you'll be fine." Jiuya visually measured the height of her feet and the ground, she really wouldn't be hurt, and wanted to reach out to break Cheng Zhifei's hand.

"Okay, if you don't come up, I'll go down with you." Cheng Zhifei knew Jiuya's intentions, and his body continued to poke out of the window, in order to make the distance between Jiuya and the ground shorter.

"Don't be stunned! You have a tablecloth or something, you can have a ladder, help save people! Tian Huanzhu heard that Jiuya had jumped off the building, and when he came over, he saw two people hanging on the window, and hurriedly beckoned the people around him to knot the tablecloth, make a simple safety net, and help pick up people.

"I have a triangular ladder at home, I'll carry it!" Under Tian Huanzhu's appeal, among the onlookers, there were finally people who remembered that they had ladders at home.

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