Chapter Twenty-Nine: Midsummer Ice

Tears, sweat, hot beer, all rolled across the face.

The clothes all over the body are wet, more than 20 people, in other words, it is enough to take a bath.

After Tang Zihong and the others left, the waiter came in to take a look, shook his head and helped Bu Zhi close the door, which was already the limit of what they could do.

Bu Zhi stayed here all day and didn't come out, his pupils couldn't condense, and his mind didn't know where to wander.

At night, the bar was crowded with people, the toilet was full of people, this small room was not opened, and no one knew that the people inside had been staying for a day.

Bu Zhi came back to his senses, most of his body had been dry, and the strange smell lingered, even he could smell it, let alone others.

Sweat and hot beer are mixed together, and the sour smell is very strong.

Walked out of the toilet and left the bar under the strange gazes of the people around him.

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Kite Street, the floor of the step.

Qianqian and Changwen had just come back, without any accidents, Changwen had drunk a lot of wine again, Qianqian kept a distance from him and didn't dare to approach.

It's not the first time she's been in danger, she has even been taken off by Changwen before, and she is worried every night.

Almost everyone knows a saying, it's called drunken promiscuity.

In fact, if you really drink too much, you can realize that even if you drink too much, you will not lose your mind, at most you will be a little impulsive.

Therefore, it is true that alcohol is bold and courageous, and ordinary people will not have any such thing as having a relationship with others through alcohol.

If you drink more, you will fall asleep 100%, and people who faint in bed will not be able to mess with sex.

And Changwen is different, he is basically drunk in a dream every day, this kind of drinking, many times reality and fantasy will not be able to distinguish, this kind of talent is the most terrifying.

Qianqian is by such a person's side.

The two walked to the door, Qianqian opened the door and stood aside, and walked into the house step by step.

After a few steps to the door, she grabbed Qianqian's shoulder, she didn't have time to dodge, she opened her mouth and spit out.

The stomach was tumbling, Changwen could barely stand, his forehead pressed on Qianqian's shoulder, and he vomited again, only then did he completely faint and fall asleep at the door.

The hapless girl was vomited.

I went into the house and found the cloth to clean it up, and got rid of the dirt on my body, and a fishy and unpleasant smell was still there.

I didn't care about the old man anymore, went to Buzhi's house, went into the bedroom, took off my clothes and threw them into the washing machine, pondered the time, sniffed the position of my shoulder, pouted and wanted to take a shower.

Just then, the door opened the door, and her plans were shattered.

Before it was time to be sad, the bedroom doorknob was twisted a few times.

"I'm going to sleep! you won't be allowed to come in!" said Qianqian, a place she had long regarded as her private domain.

There was no response, and the doorknob was twisted twice.

"Are you deaf! I'm going to sleep, don't bother me!"

"Bang!!"

Buzhi kicked the door open and walked in. The chair with the jammed doorknob was not put away, and she made a mistake in the rush to do the laundry.

"Ahh

Qianqian is naked now, she didn't bring other clothes, thinking about staying away from Changwen, and bringing a change of clothes during the day tomorrow, but I didn't expect that I wouldn't be able to survive tonight.

She stood on the balcony, in fact, it was a balcony, just close to the window, and there was no separation from the bed.

The windows are made of atomized glass, so I don't have to worry about being seen by people outside, so I am careless.

In the scream, Qianqian ran to the bed, pulled the quilt to cover her body, stared at Bu Zhi, picked up the things around her and smashed them.

"Get out of here! I'm going to let Grandpa kill you! Get out, get out!"

Bu Zhi turned a deaf ear, took out his clothes and left the bedroom.

Qianqian cried for half the night and fell asleep late at night. On the other side, Bu Zhi didn't stop until midnight under the spray, physically and mentally exhausted, and curled up on the sofa and fell asleep.

In the middle of summer, even in the middle of the night, you will sweat without air conditioning.

In order to cool down, Buzhi slept on the floor every day, and a pillow and sofa cushion were enough.

And today, midsummer can't melt the coldness in Buzhi's heart.

Qianqian slept for only two or three hours, around six o'clock in the morning, her clothes were not dry, she couldn't wait to put them back on, and tiptoed out of the bedroom, thinking that while Buzhi didn't wake up, leave quickly, and then let Changwen help her take revenge.

The white little feet have no shoes on them, and there is almost no sound when they walk on the floor.

She was afraid, afraid of what Buzhi would do to her.

Qianqian's soul is very special, just like President Changyun, it is a terrifying resentful spirit power, which can bring the dead back to life and help herself.

However, in addition to the power of the resentful spirit, Changyun is also a master of using spears, and the dual-power soul makes him invincible at all times.

Qianqian is different, she has a cyan resentful soul power, and she can't see a corpse around her, and she is not even as strong as an ordinary red soul power.

Qianqian's other ability is mental recall, most of the people with this kind of soul power have gone to work as psychiatrists after studying, and this ability is useless in the face of the enemy.

Originally, cyan soul power was very precious and should be cultivated by the main force of the Falling Cloud Church.

It's a pity that between Qianqian and the Luoyun Church, because of the relationship between their parents, they never trust the most powerful force in the city.

Walked lightly to the door, staring at Yuzhi, making sure that he didn't alarm him, every step was cautious, and she couldn't resist if she was caught.

Walking to the doorway, looking back, she saw the side face of Yuzhi from this angle, and she stopped in surprise.

Buzhi's face was blue and purple, and there were many bruises on his exposed arms.

The clothes I wore last night were dumped next to the trash can at the door, and the foul smell wafted through the door.

Lowering her head, there are a lot of white lines on the black T-shirt, and the fishy smell rushes into the nasal cavity, Qianqian is not stupid, and she can naturally smell what it is.

frowned and walked back, gently biting his fingertips, and the white jade-like fingers dotted on Bu Zhi's head with a red spot.

The orange light jumped, Qianqian closed her eyes, and one after another appeared, from waking up from the fast run in the Changfeng Plain at the beginning, to everything that happened in the ancestral tomb.

As the picture flickered, the scenes from last night also appeared.

It wasn't until Bu Zhi was dragged into the small room, and the moment Tang Zihong took off her pants, Qianqian didn't stop, and the moment she opened her eyes, she had no vigilance and hatred, and sympathy appeared in her eyes.

It is not clear how many injuries there are on Bu Zhi's body, and there are three places with the least bruises on his face, not to mention other places.

Arms, legs, shoulders, and back, this kind of place hurts the most, because there are clothes to block, not on the bright side, and when I fight at school, I fight in this position, so as not to be seen by the teacher.

Tang Zihong's group of people are very accustomed to it, and they are ruthless.

Messing with people you can't afford to mess with...