I can see hell in my left eye

Chapter 282 It's so ugly to cry
yes!His eyelashes moved, but why didn't he wake up?There is no wind in the room, it cannot be blown by the wind...

He stared at Ming Si expectantly for a long time, but his eyes never opened.

"Wait patiently! After spending so much spiritual power, it's a miracle that he didn't disappear." Shang Yi murmured.

My heart instantly cooled down, and I fell sideways beside Ming Si, with my arms and legs habitually placed on him, hugging him tightly, as if only in this way could our distance be closer.

Shang Yi sighed helplessly, and asked, "I made porridge, do you want some?"

"no appetite."

"It's better to apply ice to the bag on your head."

"no need."

"Then after I finish breakfast, can I go?"

"Okay, thank you Uncle Shang, I have troubled you for the past two days." I was weak.

He didn't say any more, and quietly left the room.

I don't know when Shang Yi left, but he felt a chill in his heart as he clung to Ming Si's cold body.

Not long after, I fell asleep again in a daze.

In my sleep, I went back to the Li family’s yin house. In a dark room, I was lying straight on a soft bed. Directly above me, there was a woman hanging from the ceiling. The woman’s long black hair was hanging down, and her body was shaking. She stared at me with her bulging red eyes.

I sat up in panic. An old lady with a bruised face was sitting on the chair, and she was also staring at me. Next to me lay a woman covered in blood. Her eyes were closed at first, but when I saw her, her eyes suddenly opened, and the black eyes looked at me bit by bit. My first reaction was to run away. One foot just got off the big bed.

I looked down and saw a kid lying on the floor. I stepped on his back. His head turned slowly, almost 180 degrees. He stared at me with big eyes and screamed at me: "You stepped on me."

I was so frightened that I woke up suddenly, sweating all over my body.

Recalling the scene in the dream, the ghosts that appeared were the ones in Shang Liqi's room that he had suppressed with ghost-suppressing charms.

He has already left the Li family's private house, so how can he still have such a gloomy dream?

I sat up slowly, wiped the sweat from my forehead, and turned to look at Ming Si beside me, but there was no trace of Ming Si on the bed.

On Nuo Da's bed, I'm the only one...

He was not in the room.

I fell into a brief absence, wondering if I was still dreaming at this moment.

Suspiciously got out of bed, walked slowly to the door, opened the door and walked out, the corridor was empty, not even a ghost could be seen.

"Underworld?" I called out, but got no response.

"Ming Xiaosi?"

Still no response.

Is it a dream?

I really suspected that I was still in a dream, so I slapped myself hard, half of my face went numb in an instant.

Damn, this is not a dream!

I rushed downstairs quickly, the first floor was deserted.

"Master of the Underworld! The Division of the Underworld..."

I shouted hysterically, even Nuo Da's living room echoed me, but Ming Si was nowhere to be seen.

he's gone?still……

I searched upstairs, downstairs, and every corner of the room, and tears welled up in my eyes.

Where did the underworld go?Could it be that Hades sent troops to take him back to the underworld?
My brain was in a mess, and I was wandering around the villa like a headless chicken. If Hades is really taken away by Hades, then I'm afraid I'll never see him again.

I don't know how many times I stumbled and searched in the villa, and I was sure that Mingsi was really gone, so I fell powerlessly on the ground and cried.

It feels like losing something very important, and it hurts my whole heart.

Tears kept pouring out and couldn't stop.

Suddenly, the entrance door 'clicked'...

"Crying like this, those who don't know think you are dead husband." A cold voice pierced the eardrums.

I stopped crying and looked up in disbelief.

A tall and straight man was standing in the entrance with a big bag and a small bag, his thin lips were slightly raised, and he looked at me with a half-smile.

It's Mingsi!

I rubbed my eyes and looked again, it was really him.

"The way you cry...you're ugly." He smiled brightly as he said, put down the things in his hands, and walked towards me steadily.

I looked at him, and his smile seemed like a world away.

It was because he had slept for so long that I couldn't even believe my eyes, but he was indeed walking towards me step by step at this moment.

Standing still in front of me, he squatted down, slowly stroking my face with his bony fingers, wiping away his tears.

"Do you miss me?" He frowned slightly, and the warmth in his eyes was self-evident.

My throat seemed to be blocked by something hard, and I couldn't speak a word, and the tears started to flow again.

He pulled me into his arms and hugged me, his cold fingers repeatedly tried to shed my tears, his handsome cheeks suddenly came close, and his thin lips kissed mine lightly...

It has been a long time since the mood stabilized.

It turned out that when Ming Si was awake, I slept deeply and found that the refrigerator was completely empty, so he went to the supermarket alone. He planned to arrange a table of sumptuous dishes before I woke up.

……

Wearing an apron, he was busy in front of the stove with a straight figure.

I leaned against the wall and watched him, and his every movement was deeply imprinted in my mind.

"When are you going to sneak a peek at me?" Ming Si said flatly without turning his head.

I laughed: "Please, I'm just looking at it aboveboard, okay?"

"come over."

There was a hint of command in his tone.

When I walked over, he turned to look at me, narrowed his long and narrow eyes slightly, and said indifferently, "Are you worried about something wrong with my cooking?"

I shook my head. At this time, I don't care about his dark dishes. No matter how unpalatable the food he makes, I will eat it all.

Thinking of this, I glanced into the frying pan, and there was a lump of burnt yellow, which I could vaguely recognize as onions and meat.

I squeezed out a smile, why hasn't his culinary skills improved a bit?
"Do you want to try it?"

"..."

"Don't taste it?"

"……taste."

Just after waking up, he tortured me with his dark dishes...

He turned off the fire on the stove, picked up a stick of meat or onion with chopsticks and brought it to my mouth. I swallowed and forced myself to open my mouth.

He smiled warmly and fed the strips into my mouth. It was a little hot and salty, but the taste was actually not bad.

It's an onion!Although it was a little burnt, it tasted delicious.

While chewing, I gave him a thumbs up: "It's grown, it tastes good, although it looks a bit ugly, but the taste is really good."

(End of this chapter)