"Don't run, don't run."

This voice lingered behind him like a scream, Yin Mingchen was about to collapse, he didn't know how to fight except to flee him?

The soles of his feet staggered, but fortunately the couch blocked his falling body, and the red flesh was running towards him.

"Mingchen, what's wrong with you? Didn't you like tomato juice the most? How is it that seeing tomatoes today is like seeing a ghost? ”

Rakshasa bent down towards him, his face tinged with doubt, and the gloom of what had just now vanished.

When Yin Mingchen came back to her senses, she found that she was holding a glass of bright red tomato juice in her hand, not some raw meat?

He tried to stabilize his emotions, but he couldn't control his teeth chattering: "You...... What were you doing in the kitchen just now? ”

"Cut tomatoes and fruits, otherwise how can I squeeze this cup of bright juice for you?"

Luo Xiyan looked at him with a pair of innocent eyes, without the cannibalistic expression of Rakshasa on his face, only the auspicious aura of "having a good wife in a family is a blessing".

"You...... I thought you were going to fry the steak in the cut meat. ”

"Cut meat? I've already ordered takeout, how can I still cut the meat? Drink tomato juice as freshly squeezed. ”

She pressed his head and brought the juice to his mouth, his keen sense of smell sensing a foul smell that seemed to be mixed with the smell of blood.

"Why don't you drink it, are you afraid that I will be poisoned?"

"You are a rakshasa, you are already poisonous, do you still need to poison it?"

"Aren't you invincible?"

"So, I'm not afraid of you, rakshasa."

"If you're not afraid, drink it."

"I want to ask you a question, if I die, will you marry Lin Shanye?"

"Have you forgotten that Lin Shanye is the director's favorite son-in-law?"

"Just if."

"You wouldn't die without ifs."

"Then I'll be relieved."

Yin Mingchen smiled meaningfully at her, picked up the cup and took a big sip, the slightly thin cup surface appeared with a Rakshasa deformed face, and suddenly his forehead wrinkled like water waves, turned around and ran to the bathroom.

With the faint light outside the window, Luo Xiyan's rolled white eyes were like a ghost, killing his back in an instant.

In the bathroom, the Roman-style toilet bowl rolls blue foam, like a microcosm of the waves. Because Luo Xiyan likes to listen to the sound of the sea, Yin Mingchen customized the toilet with the sound of the waves. Now it sounds ironic, since he met this rakshasa, he has dug a trap for himself, and is inadvertently sinking little by little.

In the large bathtub in the shape of a mermaid, there are dense flower petals floating, which is a frequent bathing behavior of the hostess, she likes to soak in the petal bath, and likes to make her body full of fragrant fragrance.

Although he liked the scent too, the petals disgusted him at the moment, and he picked up a bottle of shower gel and threw it at the tub.

Suddenly, the water surged, forming a whirlpool, like a spiral, surging faster and faster.

This scene made Yin Mingchen's eyes widen, imagining what would happen next?

He saw the ghost mother emerge from it, her wet hair like a chicken in soup, adorned with a terrible appearance on her pale face, and a few petals stained on the top of her head and forehead.

Although Yin Mingchen was used to the appearance of his ghost mother at any time, he still couldn't control his shaking: "Mom...... Are you here? ”

Mo Shaolan's expression looked painful, and his tone had a hellish ghost voice: "Every time I appear, I have to lose my physical strength, if it weren't for this Rakshasa ghost, I would still be able to live a comfortable life in hell." Son, if you want your mother to rest in peace, go and kill that woman, or you will be killed by her. ”

"Mom, since it's a loss of physical strength, don't come out, I'll find an opportunity to kill her."

"Remember, don't be merciful, act as soon as possible."

"Mingchen, are you okay?"

After Luo Xiyan's voice sounded, the ghost mother's head disappeared, and the bath instantly returned to calm. But Yin Mingchen was covered by a huge stream of water, suffocating as if he was dead, he understood that this was the ghost mother reminding him, if he didn't kill this rakshasa, his end would be to stop breathing.

"Mingchen, why did you fall asleep watching TV again? What should I do if I catch a cold when I turn on the air conditioner so big? ”

Everything is normal, there is a woman's screaming voice on the TV, it turns out that the person who combs his hair is not Luo Xiyan, but the female ghost in the story, the two male protagonists are popular actors, and the murder drama staged is just the plot inside.

Luo Xiyan, who came home, was wearing the blue dress she wore when she went out in the morning, which was as dazzling as a touch of lake water, but there was a little blood on her skirt, Yin Mingchen couldn't help but gasp, of course he knew that it was left by the grandmother who was hit and killed by the car.

"You...... The skirt is dirty. ”

"I was splashed in muddy water by a car, I'll go take a shower first, and I'll cook for you later."

She took off her high heels, tore off the silk scarf around her neck and threw it in his face, and walked into the bathroom with a pair of beautiful feet bare.

Closing the bathroom door, Luo Xiyan's expression became nervous. She squeezed the liquid out of the expensive essential oil hand sanitizer and rubbed it in her palm repeatedly, foaming all over her palm. There is a red and dangerous atmosphere in the mirror, and the water droplets covered by the mirror turn red. She took a step back in horror and nervously grabbed the towel and rubbed it wildly against the mirror, until the mirror became shiny, and she continued to rub her hands together.

She has a pair of artist's slender hands, ten fingers as slender as bamboo shoots, slender and white, the fly in the ointment is the lack of moisture due to long-term soaking has become pale.

She washed these hands for five minutes, she carefully wiped her hands, stretched them to the tip of her nose, slid them gently from her wrist to her fingers, exhaled softly, and turned on the shower switch.