Leng Mo bowed his head and turned to go upstairs.

The butler's gaze fell on Xiaolian, sharp and indifferent.

"Little Lotus."

Xiaolian lowered her head, "Yes." What are the commands? ”

"There is no command. I just want to remind you that we all work for other people, and you have to know how to be measured. ”

Xiaolian resigned, "Yes." ”

The butler looked at her meaningfully for a moment, and then left solemnly with his hands behind his back.

Qin Chenchen soaked in the bath and fell asleep!

She guessed she was too tired!

After falling asleep, she dreamed. The dreams were messy, and I didn't know why, only that she entered a place similar to a hexagram array, surrounded by fog.

The hexagram array was empty, and she looked up, but she couldn't see anything clearly except fog or fog.

Then, I don't know who is speaking, the voice, coming from all directions, is ethereal and weird, like the cry of a female ghost in a horror movie.

She, trembling with fright, squatted on the ground and hugged herself, not even daring to cry, for fear of inviting that thing.

The poignant voice was buzzing, very vague, sometimes low, sometimes sharp, Qin Chenchen listened to it for a long time, but he didn't listen to it.

Then the voice became clearer and clearer, like a treacherous footstep, coming from afar, through the mist, through the moonlight.

Qin Chenchen trembled more and more until she finally heard the voice clearly.

The voice, in fact, kept repeating a sentence: "Tell me, who is the man you love?" ”

Qin Chenchen hugged his head and screamed, he was really frightened.

She burst into tears and choked up and replied, "Leng Leng Mo!" ”

Suddenly, the voice was like the sudden sharp break of a broken string, terrifying and terrifying: "No, you don't love him!" It's not him you love! ”

Qin Chenchen was forced to be anxious, and scolded: "You are insane, you are crazy!" ”

Suddenly, the wind blew and the fog lifted. A tall figure gradually walked away.

She couldn't see the man's face clearly, but she could tell that he was a man, wearing a white suit, white trousers, and a white body, like a white impermanence jumping up from the underworld.

She sat on the ground as if she had been immobilized, unable to move, her pupils dilated, desperately trying to see the man's face.

No face! Faceless man!

But he laughed. The sound of laughter is extremely penetrating. Qin Chenchen's little heart jumped to his throat, he was uneasy, his back spine was cold, and goosebumps stood up all over his body.

He held out a slender finger and tapped her forehead.

The statue of Qin Chenchen was thrown into a bronze ancient bell, and the metal echo emitted by the ancient bell was emitted from the depths of her head, outward in all directions.

It was like a stone exploding from the inside out, Qin Chenchen's head hurt so much!

She held her head and cried and screamed.

The man, at last, spoke. He said:

"The man you love is not cold ink."

Qin Chenchen endured the severe pain and asked, "Then who do I love?" ”

"Snap" snapped his fingers and suddenly rang loudly.

In an instant, Qin Chenchen's head stopped hurting, and was replaced by a whirlpool-like dizziness!

Then, she couldn't see or hear, but there were three words echoing in the depths of her mind: He Yuxue, He Yuxue! He Yuxue! He Yuxue!

The feeling of falling from the cliff into the abyss was so realistic, Qin Chenchen really felt like he was going to die.

But at this moment, a greasy itchy feeling suddenly hit. This feeling is her savior, allowing her to be saved.

She opened her eyelids slowly and painfully, and what caught her eye was Leng Mo's handsome face.

She was in a state of ignorance for a moment, because the dream was too real.

It's just n, and after waking up, she even has that depraved dizziness.

Looking at Leng Mo with confused eyes, she said glutinously, "Brother, why are you here?" ”