Dong Shi, who took away the mobile phone, faced Murong Zhengqing's cannibalistic gaze without any pressure, and threw the mobile phone aside, "This is not something that ordinary doctors can see, there is a trace of yin qi on his body, it should have been dyed in the teaching building just now, let me come and see." ”

"Then look." Murong Zhengqing didn't look at Dong Shi, and walked to the edge of the bed with a cold attitude and sat down, with his back to Dong Shi.

"You-" Dong Shi was choked up by Murong Zhengqing's attitude, but he couldn't understand why he treated him like this.

For the first time, Murong Zhengqing did not restrain the coldness on his body in the face of him. Dong Shi was suppressed by Murong Zhengqing's momentum, and he felt frightened.

Murong Zhengqing, who used to fight with him, although he knew that the other party was not an ordinary person, he had never felt such a powerful aura on the other party.

I don't know how I provoked him, making him suddenly so cold to himself.

Dong Shi threw away the mess in his heart and stretched out the young man's right eye on the bed.

The eyelids are open, and the red light in the eyes flashes.

Dong Shi was stunned, and his heart was clear.

"It's not a big deal, remember that his right eye is the same as yours?

It should be that the spatial vortex in the school just now was contaminated with yin qi, and the seal on his right eye had begun to loosen. The first time it was more painful. ”

"Since it's okay, you can go out, I want to stay here for a while."

"Ah Zheng, you ......"

"Dong Shi." His tone suddenly aggravated, "I want to be quiet, if we are still friends, please take irrelevant people out, okay?!" ”

"......" Dong Shi stared at Murong Zhengqing's expression that could not be refused for a few seconds, and had to follow him, "Okay, let's talk after that." ”

Somewhat? What to talk about?

Murong Zhengqing clenched his fists when he heard the sound of going downstairs.

He doesn't know what Dong Shi wants to do with him, he can ignore it when he doesn't touch his bottom line, and even giggle when he's in a good mood as a pastime.

But Xiaobai is a friend he identifies, Dong Shi is unwilling to protect Xiaobai, and there is still that seemingly non-existent rejection, do you really think he can't see it?

He has always felt that as long as it is not too much, he can ignore it, as long as he is in Xiaobai, he will not be hurt.

However, today Xiaobai can rush into the building to find someone at the first time, not only does Dong Shi not know how to be grateful, but his attitude is still careless.

Dong Shi pestered him at the beginning, although he didn't say anything, he didn't believe Dong Shi either.

Murong Zhengqing stretched out his hand and reached into the young man's clothes, took out the book that the young man valued very much, and looked at the young man's face without blinking, and there seemed to be a silent sigh and full of helplessness in his eyes.

Sure enough, Xiaobai is still too stupid and kind, won't my friend plot against him? Wouldn't I have a different heart?

Dong Shi turned up the temperature in the room and folded the quilt for the young man before opening the book that seemed to be very important to the young man......

I thought I was dead, but I didn't expect to be able to open my eyes and look at the familiar ceiling, and I was still in a trance.

The sharp pain in the right eye disappeared, only swelling uncomfortably, as if something was about to emerge from the eye.

I raised my hand to cover my left eye, and everything in front of me suddenly covered me with a layer of red mist, blurry, and I couldn't see anything clearly.

The seal in his right eye moved. Now it's supposed to be temporarily blind, right?

I sat up from the bed with some difficulty, and found that there was a person next to me, it was Zhengqing.

Watching Zhengqing calmly and seriously flip through the ancient book, I instantly held my breath.

And he looked up at me at this time, and put a pillow on my back very naturally: "How is it, is it still uncomfortable?"

"It's fine." I opened my mouth dryly, staring at the book he was holding.

He followed my gaze and showed a disgusted smile: "Give it back to you, tattered, dirty."

“……”

"Ghost Immortal Jue" returned to my hand, feeling the touch in my hand, I was still in a trance, and said in a daze: "Didn't you read it?"

"Looked."

"Which ......"

"It's interesting, take it."

"......" pinched the pages of the book hard, and said weakly, "This is something left by my grandfather, I heard that it is ancestral." ”

"Uh-huh, ancestral, ancestral." He was perfunctory, and then changed the topic, "Xiaobai, go back to my home with me tomorrow." ”

"Huh?!" Are you sure it's not a joke? Moreover, such an obvious diversion of the subject is really not intentional?

I seemed to be suddenly hit by a thunder volley, and I moved my eyes to stare at him, "Why should I go to your house?" ”

His eyebrows sank slightly, and soon unfolded again, "This is left to Dong Shi and Zuo Dao, the room is not enough, you and I will go back to our home." ”

"No, there is still ...... in the guest room"

"Things in the guest room have to be changed, tomorrow I will find someone to throw away the three beds, Dong Shi and Zuo Dao live in your room, and my room does not live for outsiders."

...... "You're full!" Absolutely, right?!!

"I can stay in a guesthouse......" really.

"The small hotel has been closed for the holidays, and the big hotel is five or six thousand a night, do you have any money?"

"......" The two wide faces silently remained from my heart, and I raised my hand and pulled his sleeve pitifully, "Uncle, how can you be so ruthless and unreasonable?" ”

"Am I ruthless? I've taken you back to Murong's house, is it possible that you want to go outside to sleep on a bench? It's not impossible. "When I think of the snowfall, the young man is pitifully huddled on the park bench, and the picture is quite beautiful. He thought badly.

There was a chill behind my back, goosebumps came out, looking at Zhengqing's "gentle" smile, I quickly shrunk my neck and nodded in submission: "Okay, okay, can't I go?" Is it really good for you to coerce and lure like this? ”

"That's good," he stretched out his paw appreciatively and touched my head to kill, "Rest obediently, Young Master Ben will order takeout." ”

...... "I thought you were going to cook."

Watching Zhengqing leave, my eyes wandered in all directions - I didn't close the door when I went out, I really didn't-

Lean, lean, lean!! How did the door come to this!! What a one! I can't afford to pay for it!

Why did I wake up and find that the door of the landlord's house was inexplicably broken, and it was the kind that I couldn't afford to pay for when I bought it!

Silently lit a row of wax for himself in his heart, feeling that the future was even more bleak and hot. I've seen the treacherous smile on the face of Zhengqing's dead pervert.

sighed heavily, reached out and pressed the swollen right eye - the seal of the yin and yang eyes was about to break, but the red light between the pupils flowed, is this really the yin and yang eyes?

Why is it so similar to the Eye of Hell Shura Hitomi recorded in the "Ghost Immortal Formula"?

Shura has pupils, pupils are erected, fierce light flows, the color is like blood, and the pupils of Shura in the stomach. Its pupils can pass through yin and yang, devour spirits, generate illusions, and capture the mind. In ancient times, it was called the pupil of hell, almost non-existent, the pupil of Shura appeared, the three were in chaos, and the one who got his eye reversed the cause and effect and took charge of the world......

The earliest record of Shura's pupil is that the first head of the three first yin-yang families once had Shura's pupil.

As for the surnames of the three first yin-yang families, there is no record, only that there is such a person.

Thinking back to the account of Hitomi Shura, I touched my chin and pondered.

Shura's pupils have a blood-red streamer, but the pupils are silvery-white. There is a forty percent chance that my situation is Shura Hitomi, and whether it will be determined until the seal is broken.

If that's the case, I'm just cannon fodder.

Smiling self-teasingly, I lowered my head and silently stared at the "Ghost Fairy Formula" in my hand.

Things are getting more and more complicated, and if it goes on like this, one day I won't be able to keep "Ghost Fairy Jue". I can already be tentatively sure. This book killed my family, and it could kill me next.

Family feuds must be avenged, and "Ghost Immortal Jue" cannot fall into the hands of others!

In that case, it's better to ruin it!