The cheongsam beauty becomes a god after the end of the law

Gu Yunshi struggled again and again and decided to send a message to He Chongtian.

After all, in his opinion, Chen Xiang's attempt to seduce someone was not a big deal. If a fight really broke out, it would be difficult to end it.

"Master He...it's me, Gu Yunshi, Sister Shen seems to be looking for trouble with Lin Qiaozhu. You...go and have a look quickly!"

He Chongtian was confused. He had just taken a cold shower to calm down after returning home and was about to take a second shower.

I drove all the way and stepped on the accelerator until I arrived at the Yunxi Bathing Club.

As soon as I entered the lobby, I happened to see Lin Qiaozhu explaining some work at the front desk.

He Chongtian didn't waste any time and stepped forward quickly. "Where is the agarwood?"

Lin Qiaozhu tilted her head: "Why are you here?" Although she was surprised, she could not hide her disappointment, and then she scolded him, "Where is Miss Shen and you still want to ask me?"

He frowned and asked, "How many guests are there in the women's bath today?" He was unspeakably flustered. Along the way, his sixth sense of danger became stronger and stronger.

Lin Qiaozhu covered her mouth in disbelief: "What are you doing? Do you know that you didn't let me tell Master Zhou about the dead people? I have already been punished." Her tone was soft, not reproachful.

Lin Qiaozhu opened her arm to show him the purple scars, "You have already abandoned this place, how can you interfere? Aren't you afraid that Mr. Zhou will cause trouble for you?"

He Chongtian stopped dealing with her and turned around to the door of the women's bath.

"Agarwood Yin!"

His voice was full of energy and penetrating.

The lady at the front desk was so frightened that she pulled Lin Qiaozhu's arm: "Madam boss, he won't... break in, will he?" There is indeed a guest named Shen in the women's bath tonight.

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As the mist gathered thicker and thicker, Chen Xiangyin asked loudly in the empty bathroom: "Is there anyone there?"

There was only an echo in response to her.

The silver needle introduced by agarwood was in the locker of the dressing room. Thinking of this, I mobilized my mind, but there was no response.

Chen Xiangyin stepped on his slippers and shuttled back and forth to find the exit. He stepped on the sound of water, which was long and hollow.

Suddenly, there was a strange sound of the shower head turning on behind him.

Chen Xiangyin asked again: "Is there anyone there?" Turning his head, he saw that the shower head above the cubicle was open.

When he got closer, he saw a charred corpse sitting on the ground, doused with hot water, his head hanging down, his eyelids burned out, and his gray pupils glowing with death.

Even if Chen Xiangyin was brave enough, he was shocked.

While taking a breath of cold air, the corpse suddenly raised its head, twisted its neck, opened its mouth and roared at her with a terrifying sound.

The vocal cords were burned, making the voice shrill and hoarse.

The agarwood sent a chill down the spine to the top of the head, and he turned around and ran away!

She has no consciousness now, the silver needle is not there, and she wears very little!

If that charred ghost thing touches her, she will be sick to death!

But no matter how hard I ran, I couldn't get out of the maze-like bathroom.

After passing through the door leading to the small private room from the bathroom, the lights suddenly dimmed and there was no way to the end of the corridor.

The inner tension was amplified, Chen Xiangyin breathed violently, and his scalp was numb.

Suddenly there was a burning pain behind her, and the charred corpse caught up with her!

Agarwood's vision went dark and she fell into extreme fear.

"what!!"

After screaming, Chen Xiangyin woke up again, frantically observed the surrounding environment, and found that he was still lying on the bath bed in the small room.

Is it... a dream?

Exhaling, "Is there anyone there?!" Chen Xiangyin asked again, while mobilizing his mind and power to drive the silver needle.

No response again.

Unsure, the door handle clicked and was turned open.

"Miss Shen."

It's Lin Qiaozhu.

Chen Xiang looked at Lin Qiaozhu intently, sizing it up.

Just as he was about to sit up, he was pressed down by a very gentle but irresistible force.

"Miss Shen, relax a little." As she spoke, Lin Qiaozhu's fingertips were already pressing on her shoulders.

The burning heat is very uncomfortable. However, Chen Xiangyin felt a chill all over her body. In her previous life, Lin Qiaozhu looked at her with hateful eyes and said that she would never let her go even if she died.

Chen Xiangyin was still very young at the time, and was so frightened by that look that he did not dare to sleep on his own for several months.

"What method did you use to imprison my mind?"

Lin Qiaozhu put her hands on her shoulders, pushed her away slowly, and said sweetly in her ear: "I don't want to talk about this."

"What do you want to talk about?" Chen Xiangyin struggled but couldn't move.

Lin Qiaozhu laughed twice: "I want to know... what Mr. He... looks like in bed?" The tone of this sentence was full of resentment.

Chen Xiang used his backhand to grab her hand and imprison it, then turned his face to look at her, "You still like to have a relationship with the master as always."

The next second, a burning sensation spread all over his back. At the same time, a huge water column burst out from the shower head in the room. Water and fire were actually compatible.

The misty water vapor was so thick that Agarwood felt like she was drowning and couldn't breathe.

The burning sensation became stronger and stronger, spreading, wrapping around the whole body and curling up and struggling unconsciously.

Lin Qiaozhu stood at the door and admired the heat in the room, "I don't understand what you are talking about. If you don't come to trouble me, I originally planned to let you go."

Agarwood's senses were amplified, and every inch of her skin was contracting in severe pain as the fire burned. She wanted to scream, but her vocal cords were burned, making the sound weird and unpleasant.

I don’t know how long it took for Chen Xiangyin to lose consciousness again, as if he was dead.

When I woke up, I was still lying on the bath bed... I sat up in shock. Lin Qiaozhu was not there, and the facilities in the room were normal.

Having just experienced the pain of being burned alive, Chen Xiang hallucinated that he was still in burning pain all over his body.

After staying in a hot and oxygen-deprived room for too long, dehydration and exhaustion of energy due to struggle and fear, my whole body was limp and without any strength.

I couldn't tell if it was water or sweat that made me wet all over. It was greasy and wet.

As the mist persisted, the wound on the back of Chen Xiang's hand opened. When she wiped away the mist from her eyelashes, a thin trace of blood left on her face, which was quickly spread by the moisture attached to her body surface.

The door handle was turned again.

Chen Xiang looked over with a somewhat blank gaze. This time, standing outside the door was He Chongtian.

He Chongtian shouted a few times outside and made sure no guests responded before barging in.

The staff said that Agarwood fell asleep and could not be woken up.

The moment he opened the door, Chen Xiang stared at him with deathly silence.

He Chongtian was familiar with this look. Many times, Chen Xiang had this look when he was seriously injured or about to die.

At this time, her body temperature would be as low as that of a human being, and she would be as transparent and fragile as a glass cup. This was the only moment when she would rely on his embrace without defense.

He Chongtian was stunned and didn't move, and also looked away. Chen Xiangyin was wet all over, and there was a trace of blood on his face. It was broken and ethereal, making him feel that he would be fascinated by it if he took one more look.

The silent atmosphere lasted for a moment, and He Chongtian asked in a low voice: "What's wrong with you?"

When Chen Xiangyin heard the sound of the crane rising to the sky, he came back to his senses and weakly turned his fingers, his mind and body reacting.

The scene just now was like the nightmare she had when she was young. She couldn't wake up, as if she was the only one left in the world and no one could find her.

Seeing He Chongtian taking off his coat, he handed it to him without getting too close, "Is it cold?"

it's too cold.

Chen Xiangyin did not take over He Chongtian's coat.

She didn't want to wear the warm coat, she wanted to hug that hot and warm body.

He Chongtian was knocked unconscious by a sudden ball of soft fragrance through his clothes. His clenched heart gradually relaxed, softened and melted.

The woman in his arms was extremely cold, but it calmed him. He wrapped his arms around her, trying to cover up the heat.

Time seemed to stand still. He knew that this hug would last for a long time, and he felt more at ease thinking of it.

However, not long after, Lin Qiaozhu interrupted the hug.

Apparently he was surprised and puzzled by He Chongtian's behavior of forcing himself into the women's bathhouse in the early morning.

Hearing Lin Qiaozhu's voice, Chen Xiang alerted his relaxed mind. While pushing He Chongtian away, he suddenly turned back to look at her.

Lin Qiaozhu was obviously stunned, but quickly calmed down: "You... what's going on?"

what happened?

Chen Xiangyin knew clearly that if it weren't for immortality, she would have died just now.

Like those three men, they died in their dreams and were burned by karmic fire at the moment of sudden death in the real world.

Thanks to the monthly ticket financier Ji Ning and Tangzhaolizi,

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