The fifth floor, clearance.

Sixth floor, clearance.

On the seventh floor, there is no one.

On the eighth floor, there is no one.

Ning Fan and Sikong Falling Moon fought all the way to the ninth layer.

By the way, before going up to the ninth floor, I went to the presidential suite to take a shower, take a duck bath, and change into a brand new pure white bathrobe: there were no more accidents during the period.

This made Ning Fan a little confused: "It's the ninth layer... It seems that only Ye Huaimin lives on the ninth floor, right? Ye Huaimin is dead, and there should be no one at this level. ”

In his previous life, he had also been to the Dynasty Hotel.

However, at that time, he was arrested by a high-level to work as a coolie, and he was not qualified to go to the ninth floor, so he didn't know who lived on the ninth floor.

It's just that according to his understanding of Ye Huaimin, with Ye Huaimin's suspicious and cautious character, he is not like the kind of person who allows others to sleep soundly on the side of the couch, but...

"If there is no one, then where is the seventh question of the Seven Demons?"

"Could it be the moon falling from the sky? It's not right, the question that Sikong Falling Moon asked was my past life with her, and I had already finished asking it, so I can't ask it twice by myself, right? ”

The self-muttering voice is not too small and not too big.

Sikong Falling Moon, who was beside him, happened to hear his name, and couldn't help but ask: "Sister Xiaochan, what are you muttering about when you are sitting there alone?" ”

"Ah, nothing, just curious."

Ning Fan shook his head, pointed to Ye Huaimin's room and asked:

"You used to do things for Ye Huaimin, when you were a gold medal killer, did you go to the ninth layer? Aside from Ye Huaimin on the ninth floor, is there anyone else living here? ”

"This... I don't know. ”

Sikong Falling Moon touched his delicate and delicate chin, and thought for a while: "Ye Huaimin never allowed us killers to be on the ninth layer, probably for fear of being assassinated." ”

"But one thing I'm sure of is that even if there are other people living on the ninth floor, it is absolutely impossible for them to be superpowers, this person has done too much for his heart..."

"Don't dare to keep ghosts around!"

"If it's just an ordinary person, tomorrow... Wait a minute! ”

She just wanted to persuade Ning Fan not to waste time, clean up, and pick a room to sleep: she had just taken a hot bath, and her body was warm, and she was sleepy.

And yet at this moment.

"I remember."

I don't know what she remembered, she suddenly changed her words and said: "When I had afternoon tea with a female shareholder before, I heard her mention it. ”

She said that Ye Huaimin was in the room, as if he had two pets, or... Let's go in and have a look? Anyway, it's all here, and it won't waste time to see it. ”

Human pets are humanoid pets, and humans are kept in captivity as cats, cats, dogs and other livestock, both men and women, and their strength is generally not strong, mainly for viewing and venting.

In the early stage of the end of the world, the number of human pets was not very large, and after the third corpse tide broke out, it began to flood and became a symbol of the strong.

For this reason, a new profession has even spawned: slave traders.

It is worth mentioning.

In Ning Fan's previous life, he was almost about to become a favorite: at that time, he was arrested by a slave trader, and that time, he was bought back by Sikong Falling Moon.

To be honest, he even had the heart to commit suicide at that time.

Who would have thought.

Sikong Falling Moon's first words after taking him back were:

"Don't be afraid, I'm not like them."

"I'm not a bad person, I'm not a pervert, and I won't abuse you, I just bought you back just because I think you're good-looking, and I want to stay by my side and raise my eyes."

"Eh, don't hide, I'll touch your head, I don't want to hit you... Forget it, look at the way you look, no matter what I say, I won't believe it, um..."

"So be it."

"If you don't mind, just recognize me as a godsister, in the future, you and I will be commensurate with sisters and brothers, as long as there is a sister, no one can hurt you, unless..."

"Step over my corpse!"

To this day, Ning Fan still remembers the picture at that time:

One winter, when the snow was falling, an ordinary but warm little house, lit by a fire, he curled up in the corner, looking at the tall and proud woman in front of him...

Cautiously, timidly whispered:

"Division... Sister Sikong..."

In a word, 10,000 years.

Fate is such a wonderful thing: some people, who have been poor all their lives, have exhausted their organs, desperately trying to reach out to grab something, but in the end, it is still difficult to escape a tragic ending of both negative and negative love.

Some people, just one glance, have seen through the passing years.

That sister, he called her for the rest of his life.

That brother, she protected him for the rest of his life.

The song between the two ended, and it was really just like the day they met, she promised him personally: she was here, and she wanted him to have no worries for the rest of his life, only blooming... Smile!

And even when she was dying, at the moment when her short-lived but short life withered, the last words that came out of her mouth.

Her last words are still the part of the teenager, no matter what, she can't give it up... Concern: "Butterfly... My butterfly... Run... Run... Don't look back! ”

It's not love.

…

Sister, in this life, it's my turn to protect you!

Thinking like this, Ning Fan secretly made up his mind, and immediately clasped his hand with Sikong Falling Moon, and slightly exerted a little force: the pinched Sikong Falling Moon felt a little painful.

Sikong Falling Moon tilted her head and looked sideways silently: although she didn't understand why the sudden attention, dependence and love of the people around her arose, she still chose to accept it calmly.

Yes, she already regards Ning Fan as her closest person and only friend, so she naturally hopes that the relationship between the two will be closer and better.

There was nothing to say here.

The two came to Ye Huaimin's bedroom, glanced at each other, and Ning Fan pushed the door open.

Swish!

The moment the door was pushed open.

There was a fishy smell that was extremely choking and pungent, rushing towards him, followed by another stream that was no longer enough to describe in words. Extravagance.

The two flavors are mixed together, and it is simply a kind of nose-to-nose...

Torture!

It smells terrible!

Rao is the invincible mentality of Ning Fan Taishan who did not change his face before the collapse, and he couldn't help but burst into a foul mouth at this moment: "What does this horse smell like?" I'm going to die! ”

Fortunately, Sikong fell to the moon, and his hands were quick and quick.

Hearing this, he hurriedly took out two handkerchiefs from his arms, flashed them into the bathroom, wet them with pure water, and handed one of them embroidered with butterflies to Ning Fan:

"Quick, Sister Xiaochan, cover your nose, you won't be able to smell it if you cover it."

"Thank you!"

Ning Fan did as he was told, and the taste really faded a lot, and his tense face eased down: "It's you at the critical moment, Xiao Yue'er." ”

"No way, practice makes perfect."

Sikong Falling Moon Baipa hid his face, and smiled helplessly: "Before you came, this smell was everywhere in the dynasty, if I didn't pay attention, I would have been smoked to death." ”

"Then it looks like I did the right thing to kill them."

Looked at.

Ning Fan duly sent a serious oath hidden in a joke: "Dare to make our dear Miss Sikong feel unhappy, they deserve death!" ”

The implication is: Whoever dares to make you unhappy, I will kill him!

"Flim Flam!"

Sikong Falling Moon glanced at Ning Xiaomo in a variety of ways, his mouth was disgusted, but his heart was extremely useful: Alas, if Sister Xiaochan was a boy, it would be fine.

If it's a boy, they'll be able to get a.

Pity...

In this regard, Ning Fan shrugged his shoulders and was noncommittal: after all, they were a loving couple in their previous life, and he knew too well what Sikong liked to listen to and what he didn't like to hear.

Coax her to be happy with Ning Fan.

That's really more than what kind of hand-to-hand description... It's 10,000 times easier!

"You... Who is it? ”

The two of them are flirting.

Then.

In a small dark room diagonally opposite, a hoarse female voice came, with the sound of iron chains shaking, and asked, "You were also captured by Ye Huaimin..."

"Human pets?"

………