The whirring wind came at midnight without warning, and the sound of the birds fluttering their wings could be felt in the wake of the violent trembling of the leaves.

With a fierce whistling, the windows were slammed, and the wind poured into the room, stirring the tips of the people on the bed and rubbing their cheeks.

The crumbling big red word of happiness on the wardrobe was lifted by the wind, and with the strength of the wind direction, the word "happy" broke away from the cabinet, emitted a strange light in the dark night, shrunk and flew out of the window.

On the dresser, there is a single photo of Luo Xiyan, she is wearing a sleeveless tight black dress, her hair is pulled up high, and her thick long eyelashes outline the arc of her eyes with a very mysterious sense, with a touch of evil in the dark night, which makes people shudder.

In the blink of an eye, the goddess turned into a demon, and as the wind continued to attack, the frame fell on the table with a "snap".

Luo Xiyan on the bed suddenly opened her eyes, her expression was the same as in the photo, her big eyes carried a touch of evil in the dark night, the beautiful pupils spewed out an evil light, her flexible posture became stiff, and she walked out of bed mechanically.

Another gust of wind poured in, and the bedroom door was opened with a "bang", as if it had been opened specifically to welcome the evil spirit.

Luo Xiyan's face became extremely stiff, and there was no vitality around her body, and her crimson pajamas fluttered in the wind, disappearing like a ghost.

A 7 of spades danced with a small and fluttering body, floated through the cracks in the blinds, and landed on Yin Mingchen's forehead.

Mo Shaolan has loved divination since he was a child, saying that his son hit and 7 phases, although he is highly intelligent, he does not believe in these nonsense, but he still remembers his mother's precepts, and tries to avoid 7, even coins He also avoided 7, and when he encounters 7 when buying things, he will invest an extra yuan.

Another 7 of spades? The sudden arrival of cards at midnight is an ominous omen, Mo Shaolan said that if you encounter 7, there will be bad luck, if you want to crack it, unless you burn incense.

He watched with the cards repeatedly, and the black crooked 7 was like a scythe, with a black demonic light, as if waiting for the necessary moment to pierce his heart. Like an enraged lion, he tore the cards to shreds with exaggerated force, and hung his arms in exhaustion.

At this moment, Yin Mingchen suddenly found that there was only one breath in the room? He shifted his gaze to the bed next to him, only to find that the hostess was not on the bed?

Where did she go at midnight?

The door opened, and a red shadow flashed into the bedroom, arms drooping, clothes fluttering, and a powerful supernatural power in the night.

Damn it! Bad luck happened just when I saw 7! Yin Mingchen's heart suddenly hung in the air, did this Rakshasa choose to kill him at midnight?

Sure enough, she held a shiny object tightly in her hand, and her arm was raised high above her head.

His beating heart reached his throat, and with a thud of horror, his hair stood up cold and unleashed. There was a wall in the back, a knife in front of him, and he couldn't dodge it, and the sound of death was like a bomb about to detonate, striking his internal organs dangerously.

Rakshasa's eyes glowed red, and the entire silhouette exuded an evil aura, and after a murderous roar, her hand holding the knife slashed down at his neck without hesitation.

Suddenly, the broken throat was bleeding, and her cheeks were splattered with blood, dripping down the corners of her lips. She licked greedily like a vampire and closed her eyes in pleasure, as if expecting more gore to fill her empty stomach......

Yin Mingchen sat up drenched, his hair messy on his forehead, as if he had crawled out of the water, embarrassed, panicked, and palpitating.

He suddenly found that the hostess on the opposite bed was gone, and the big bear was lying blind with his eyes open, occupying most of the bed, and the bear had a strange smile on his face.

Where else can she go besides the bathroom at this time?

The nightmare was so vivid that he felt a tearing pain in his head, and he closed his eyes in pain and rubbed his temples violently with his hands.

A scent of poison came, this was Luo Xiyan's favorite perfume, and her red shadow was like blood splattered in a dream, burning Yin Mingchen's eyeballs.

He took a deep breath, pressed his wildly beating chest and shouted, "I don't know, you will be scared to death if you appear like a ghost?" ”

In the darkness of the night, her eyeballs became abnormal, losing the soft light of the day, like a cold neon light, shining indifferently on him. She didn't answer his words, but walked to the bed next to her, sleeping on her side with her back to him, her arms resting on the bear, and soon she let out an even breathing sound.

"Sunset, sunset."

Yin Mingchen even screamed a few times but no one came to him, looking at her sleeping posture, he remembered the words of the ghost mother, but he still couldn't make up his mind to kill her.

The woman let out a soft dream again, as if it was a "ye" tone, and she cocked her sexy long legs in her sleep and pressed against the big bear. And the big bear, which never closed its eyes, looked at him with a warm nephrite embrace.

Could it be that this bear has some spell on it? As long as you hold it and fall asleep, you can dream of the dreamer? Otherwise, why did Rakshasa have to sleep in a separate bed with him?

He glared at the hoodoo that had taken his place, and if his eyes were going to breathe fire, he would be sure to burn it to ashes as soon as possible. One day he'd throw it off the stairs and let passing cars run it to pieces.