Fan Jingqi wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, but the tears like a cathartic waterfall could not be stopped.

"Yo, why are you crying?" He Jiayuan walked out of the elevator and stared at Fan Jingqi with a smile, "Do you want to think about it?" ”

Fan Jingqi raised his head suddenly, He Jiayuan was drunk, and walked to his side with false steps. The light in the elevator room flashed suddenly, and the pale color shone on He Jiayuan's face, revealing an abnormal blue and black.

Tears blurred the scene in front of Fan Jingqi's eyes, he blinked vigorously, and barely saw He Jiayuan's face clearly: "Why are you back?" ”

He Jiayuan took Fan Jingqi's arm and walked in the direction of the door: "Nonsense, where will you go if you don't go home after playing." ”

Fan Jingqi wondered, took out her mobile phone and looked at the time, which happened to be the interface to end the call. He estimated that it would take him ten minutes at most to get home: "Why did you come back so quickly?" Someone just used your phone to say you're missing. ”

"My phone?" He Jiayuan leaned against the wall of the corridor and groped with one hand in his pocket, "My mobile phone...... Where's my phone! ”

Fan Jingqi saw that the drunken ghost in front of him was confused, and stepped forward to support He Jiayuan: "Forget it, I'll talk about it when you wake up tomorrow." He Jiayuan half of his body fell on Fan Jingqi's right shoulder, and Fan Jingqi was so awkward that he took out the key in his pocket.

"Why are you still crying?" The back of He Jiayuan's hand was wet with tears, and he stopped unhappily and pushed Fan Jingqi away.

The two stood in front of the house, unable to fall two steps away. Fan Jingqi didn't care about him, wiped his tears with his sleeve, and opened the door with his back to He Jiayuan: "I don't know, come in." After he finished speaking, he went to pull He Jiayuan's clothes.

"Hiccup," He Jiayuan burped, causing Fan Jingqi to take two steps back, "If you don't say it, I won't enter the house." ”

"......" Fan Jingqi couldn't wait to knock people out and drag them into the house, "Don't do this, I still have an interview and a tutor tomorrow." ”

Fan Jingqi's voice was soft, wanting to coax people into the door. He Jiayuan had a bigger temper, and slowly sat on the ground at the base of the wall of the corridor, taking out a cigarette and putting it in his mouth.

Fan Jingqi squatted down and said in a low voice: "Okay, in fact, it's nothing to tell you." ”

He Jiayuan dragged the cigarette out of his mouth and threw it on the ground: "Huh? ”

"It's always like this, I cry whenever I see black fog on other people's bodies," Fan Jingqi said it if she wanted to, see you drink like this, and you won't be able to remember anything tomorrow anyway. He wiped the corners of his eyes and said, "When I was a child, a goddess saw it and said that there was no cure. Well...... It is also a bad life that will bring bad luck to the people around you. ”

He Jiayuan originally listened carefully, but laughed when Fan Jingqi said the last sentence, and said with a big tongue: "Feudal superstition." ”

Fan Jingqi smiled and stretched out his hand and pulled the person up: "You can go home, right?" ”

He Jiayuan pushed Fan Jingqi and asked him to go in front: "I can go myself." ”

"Good, good." Fan Jingqi walked in front and sniffed helplessly. The tears had no intention of stopping, and the tears made his eyes hurt.

"But the black fog you are talking about," He Jiayuan suddenly raised his head behind him, staring at the back of Fan Jingqi's head through the light in the corridor, and there was no drunken chaos in his eyes, "Where did the black fog come from?" ”

Fan Jingqi pushed open the door and touched the switch of the light with his fingers: "I don't know, some people don't." Odd...... You didn't have it on you before you left home. He was about to dial the "open" position, but the back of his hand was held by He Jiayuan and he couldn't move.

Fan Jingqi raised her head strangely: "What?" ”

"You want to know why?" He Jiayuan closed the door.

Fan Jingqi said: "Actually, I don't think about it. ”

“……”

Fan Jingqi saw that He Jiayuan was dumb, but his hand was grabbed by the other party as if he was angry: "Hiss, hand." ”

He Jiayuan said in a low voice: "You said you want to!" ”

And drunkards just can't be more serious. Fan Jingqi said perfunctorily according to He Jiayuan's meaning: "I want to!" You let it go first! ”

"That's because I'm not him."

He Jiayuan's voice suddenly changed, like a woman instead of a woman, a man and not a man, and the two different timbres overlapped, which was particularly strange in the dark environment.

"Huh?" Fan Jingqi was caught off guard by the accident, and even forgot to pull his hand back. He looked in He Jiayuan's direction in a daze, and once again confirmed that the sound was indeed made by him.

He Jiayuan raised his foot and pressed it on Fan Jingqi's chest, and effortlessly kicked the one-meter-eight young man behind the sofa.

Fan Jingqi didn't have time to see his movements clearly, the whole person flew out like a piece of tissue paper, and the back of his head hit the back of the sofa, making his eyes black in pain.

He Jiayuan's figure flickered, and he came to Fan Jingqi's side in an instant, he stepped on Fan Jingqi's chest with one foot, and looked condescendingly at the strange voice that sounded again: "Answer me, why can you see demonic energy?" ”

The other party's feet were very strong, and Fan Jingqi's lungs only had air coming out: "I don't know what you're talking about!" He Jiayuan! ”

"He Jiayuan, hehe," He Jiayuan read his name in a mocking tone, and the picture couldn't be disobeyed, "It turns out that this lustful person is called He Jiayuan." He Jiayuan stroked his cheek back and forth, his eyes full of mockery.

Fan Jingqi grabbed He Jiayuan's feet with both hands and lifted it up hard: "Don't make trouble, I'll really be angry if I do this again." ”

It's all to this extent, and you still don't want to believe that you are not He Jiayuan? He Jiayuan smiled angrily, and retracted his feet to see what was going on with this human brain: "Don't you still understand? He Jiayuan has been ......" Before he finished speaking, Fan Jingqi kicked He Jiayuan's calf, quickly got up from the ground, and staggered to the door.

"Damn it!" He Jiayuan didn't expect him to cheat, so he aimed his five fingers at Fan Jingqi's back and grabbed it violently.

Fan Jingqi's blood coagulated all over his body, and the whole person seemed to be caught in a huge spiral, constantly being sucked backwards. He hugged the shoe cabinet in the doorway, and the shoe cabinet was dragged down, making a sharp noise on the floor.

"It's that I underestimated you as a human being," He Jiayuan smiled, "You are much smarter than He Jiayuan." He withdrew his arm back, Fan Jingqi separated from the shoe cabinet, and his body instantly arced in the air and fell back.

"Ahem, ahem." Fan Jingqi's eyes were full of stars, and for the first time, he desperately hoped that the neighbors downstairs would be noisy and come up to talk to him. He struggled to sit up and shouted, "Who are you?" What the hell do you want to do! ”

He Jiayuan stared at him condescendingly: "Why do you ask so much, you still have to die." ”

Fan Jingqi was stunned for a moment, and then discussed with him: "At least let me be a ghost, right?" ”

"Then go to Huangquan and ask your friends!" He Jiayuan stretched out his hand and licked his middle finger, and his dark pupils suddenly gave birth to green light. He grabbed Fan Jingqi's neck, lifted the person into the air, and his elongated nails dug into the flesh of the lamb to be slaughtered, "It's easy to kill you, the human body is too fragile, just like this." His palm squeezed so hard that Fan Jingqi couldn't even make a painful sound.

"However," He Jiayuan loosened the clamp a little, pulled Fan Jingqi in front of him, and sniffed lightly at the side of his ear, "tsk." His eyebrows were twisted together, as if he was unwilling, and one hand reached through the hem of Fan Jingqi's clothes, and the warm palm was pressed against his chest.

Fan Jingqi subconsciously resisted, but was slapped with a backhand, this strength surpassed mortals, and the buzzing sound in his head sounded for half a minute. Now Fan Jingqi is honest, he is like a puppet being swung around by He Jiayuan.

"You are indeed an ordinary person." After He Jiayuan finished confirming, he shook the half-unconscious Fan Jingqi, "I don't even have the breath of a demon exterminator." ”

Demon Slayer...... Fan Jingqi listened to his words and was sure that he was in his native language, but why couldn't he understand it.

He Jiayuan threw Fan Jingqi into the sky, and four long fluffy tails drilled out of his back, tying Fan Jingqi's neck, hands and legs respectively. He Jiayuan's mouth grinned to the root of his ears, and his pupils formed a line to emit a fluorescent green light: "But it's okay, I can gouge out your eyes and study it." ”

Fan Jingqi closed her eyes in resignation, ready to die here.

However, the imaginary pain did not come, and the abnormal silence in the room made Fan Jingqi open his eyes. And at this glance, he was so shocked that he didn't know what words to use to describe it.

An unfamiliar man stood in the middle of the room, holding a short knife in his hand, and was holding the blade against He Jiayuan's head.

The blade emitted a flame-like red light, illuminating the room.

"Let him go, or I'll chop your Neidan." The man spoke indifferently, but his voice sounded a little familiar to Fan Jingqi. But there was no time for him to guess who was coming.

He Jiayuan roared and threw Fan Jingqi out, and his four tails swept towards the man.

The man decisively grabbed the top tail, pointed to the ground with one foot, and his body took off to avoid the attack of the three tails, and the hand holding the knife slashed over the momentum, cutting off the long tail in an instant.

"Ah——!h He Jiayuan wailed, but did not give up resisting. His nails grew longer again, and he immediately grabbed at the man.

The man stood still, and his two fingers swiped on the blade of the short knife, folding a bright red light, which flashed so that He Jiayuan couldn't open his eyes. The man found the right time to quickly take out the knife and cut He Jiayuan's throat.

He Jiayuan yelled and hurriedly dodged, but he was still rubbed with a wound. He stared at the man viciously, clutching his side neck and panting: "Who are you!" ”

The man shook off the blade, and the red light and shadow instantly popped out.

He Jiayuan jumped into the air, dodged the ball of light, and glanced at Fan Jingqi hiding in the corner with his remaining vision.

The man said coldly: "Don't look at it, for the sake of remembering that you are a fox clan, I didn't make a ruthless move." ”

He Jiayuan was taken aback, since his identity was exposed, there was no need to hide his original form. He roared loudly, and his eyes completely turned into beast pupils: "How do you know! Could it be ......"

The man said impatiently, "Hurry up, take you to your ancestors." ”

He Jiayuan: "......"

The corners of Fan Jingqi's mouth twitched, and he finally remembered where he had heard this voice, this person was the person who was holding He Jiayuan's mobile phone at the beginning!

He Jiayuan's face turned red, and he rushed towards the man again in annoyance. The man used a short knife to block in front of him, but just as the two collided, He Jiayuan suddenly turned around and flew towards Fan Jingqi. The tail behind his waist instantly lengthened, wrapping around Fan Jingqi's waist.

Fan Jingqi screamed, was swept into the air by his tail, and looked down at the expressionless man in front of him: "Save ......"

Before he finished speaking, Fan Jingqi felt that the scenery in front of him had changed, and his cheeks were numb by the cold wind.

He Jiayuan smashed the glass, used his tail to hold Fan Jingqi out of the window, and threatened the man: "If you let me go, I will spare him from death." ”

"Tsk." The man smacked his tongue and pulled a knife flower, and the red light disappeared.

He Jiayuan slowly retreated to the window, and his smile was sinister by the moonlight: "Stupid." ”

The white tail was released, Fan Jingqi fell vertically from the nineteenth floor. And a wisp of white smoke came out of the top of He Jiayuan's head, which drilled out of the breach, and his body fell to the ground, unconscious.