Chapter 21

Mo Jiaoyang sat on the sofa with his back straight.

His eyes were gloomy, as if he wanted to merge with the darkness.

Sure enough, she is worthy of being the daughter of heaven, and even the bullets will disappear halfway for no reason.

Could it be that his fate can only follow a predetermined trajectory?

No, how could it be!

Even if there is no way to kill people directly, he will not sit idly by.

*

In addition to the discomfort at the beginning, as time passed, Ding Xiang gradually got used to it.

Working in a bar is not too tiring, just take care of your safety.

But after getting off work that day, Ding Xiang felt that he was very tired.

If there is a bed in front of her, she can lie down and fall asleep immediately.

Ding Xiang returned to the dormitory and went to bed in the Tang Dynasty, he was not energetic to wash, and closed his eyes as soon as he touched the pillow.

Rong Qi frowned, looked at the darkness outside the window, and said, "Xiao Qiao, go to bed early tonight." ”

When Qiao Yueran heard this, she also looked out the window, but she didn't see anything, and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

Rong Qi withdrew his gaze from the window, and a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes: "It's nothing, go to bed early anyway." ”

Although Qiao Yueran looked confused, she still nodded obediently: "Oh, okay." ”

The bedroom was quiet, Rong Qi made Qiao Yue sleep more deeply, and then suddenly sat up from the bed.

Through the window, she could see that the dormitory building, which looked like it was shrouded in night, was actually surrounded by a layer of black mist.

There was something uncomfortable in that black mist.

The black fog grew thicker and thicker, surging constantly.

In the thick black mist, there seemed to be a slight movement.

The sound sounded a little thin, like a girl's moan, but it was a little hazy, and it didn't really sound like a cat's meow.

The cat's meow was as thin as a mosquito at first, but slowly it became louder, and there were a few faint sobs.

The low sobs seemed to be dissatisfied, and seemed to be longing, and there was a bit of impatience.

Suddenly, there was a long groan in the air, and the longing for it was finally satisfied.

The sound grew louder and louder, mixed with painful pleasure.

The black fog swirled even more intensely.

The mist seemed to have turned into substance, thick as if it could drip ink.

The sound of pleasure grew louder and louder, and the sound seemed to have reached its limit, becoming more and more high-pitched and rapid, and the speed of the fog surging increased, and with another long groan, the speed of the mist's surging slowed down, and then became gentle.

The fog that enveloped the dormitory seemed to thicken.

Rong Qi stood in place, only watching coldly.

This ghost king really has a lot of means, and he can do so many small actions under her nose.

The fog gradually dissipated, leaving only a thin black mist scattered in the air.

Rong Qi didn't catch up, and after he left, her fingertips moved slightly.

Countless red points of light flew from all directions, and wherever the red passed, the fog screamed and fled in all directions as if it had met some nemesis.

Those who didn't have time to escape were all burned by the red.

This night, everyone felt that they had slept more heavily than ever.

When they woke up, they all had the same feeling, as if they had a big hand with a sense of security like a mother caressing them gently.

Everyone else was in good spirits after they got up, but Ding Xiang was a little out of spirits.

She was now sore, as if she had been run over by a big truck, and she was about to fall apart.

Especially in my lower back, I feel as if I don't feel like I'm my own.

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Kavinka doubted his life, and he was still barely able to change tonight.