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

Chapter 128 128. What do you like?

I woke up from the nightmare, it was already dark, and the room without lights was in darkness.

Agarwood's tears soaked a large area of ​​pillow, and she clenched the cold quilt corners as her only support.

The appearances that could not be connected before were put together in series a hundred years later to piece together the original appearance. Suddenly, it became clear that the gap had passed, and everything in the past had been long gone, and there was no chance for it to be revealed again.

There is no Karma in her head now, no Lin Qiaozhu, only Qiongfang. She wants Qiongfang to die, and she wants Qiongfang to die in pain.

Chen Xiangyin smoked a few cigarettes to calm down, but his fingers were still trembling.

Master Gao Tian is proficient in magic and his magic power is not weak, but she is not very sure.

Chen Xiangyin has a deep-seated fear of Taoist priests.

When she dreamed of being induced by karma fire, the sound of chanting sutras in her ears caused the blood in her body to freeze, and it overlapped with the image of a Taoist priest, reminding her of a painful memory that she wanted to forget the most.

The room was quietly heard on the ground.

Agarwood put out the cigarette, curled up in the quilt, and faced the wall.

Suddenly I heard a clear cry, the sound was very real, as if outside the window, and very far away, with a long tail sound, as if it came from the netherworld.

At first I thought it was a cat, but after listening carefully for a while, I realized that the crying and twitching sound was not a cat.

A bit of cold air blew on the back of my neck.

The cries got closer and louder, until they were so close that a rotten air of death suddenly hit them.

Agarwood held her breath, and even though she was covered with a quilt, she could feel the cool breeze on her back that penetrated her bones.

It's night crying ghost.

It is said that this kind of ghost announces funerals. If there is a funeral in the house recently, it will come to the door and cry.

However, agarwood will not die, and normally the night-crying ghost will not enter the house...

Is it Master Gao’s trick again?

As soon as he remembered the unjust death of his brother and sister-in-law, the Night Screaming Ghost came to report the funeral.

The agarwood triggers the mind and thoughts, and the silver needle is already hanging at hand.

The night-crying ghosts look scary, like children soaked in formalin and transformed into giants.

The cry was a little closer, as if lying on her bed and crying with ears ...

Chen Xiangyin sat up suddenly, and the moment he threw the silver needle, he saw the little night-crying ghost, with its droopy and swollen facial features twisted together.

The moment the silver needle approached, it quickly disappeared into the darkness, and the cry became farther away.

It sounded like...he was crying outside the window again.

Chen Xiangyin lifted the quilt and stood up. The window was hit hard, and the next second, the crying stopped suddenly.

The next moment, the smartphone on the bedside coffee table rang.

Chen Xiang got up excitedly and touched it. The screen showed a message from He Chongtian: the window is open.

Is the crane soaring outside?

Chen Xiangyin suddenly thought that before, Aunt Mute said that He Chongtian had a physique that was immune to all evils. She was indeed very good at it a few times, but then it seemed to be getting worse and worse...

Did the night-crying ghost just leave because the crane came to the sky?

why?

Chen Xiangyin put on a long cotton coat over her suspender skirt, stood up, opened the window, and leaned half of her body out to take a look.

Qing Jun's figure stood prominently in the moonlit dark alley. Crane tilted his head and looked over. His deep and handsome features were tinged with laziness due to drinking. He raised the paper bag in his hand to signal.

Chen Xiangyin hesitated for a while and then fanned outside, apparently to drive him away.

He Chongtian stared at her, twitching the corners of his mouth, but he got closer step by step.

His movement was light and he climbed out of the window in two or three moves. A strong smell of alcohol mixed with He Chongtian's invading hot temperature hit him. Chen Xiang used his hands to close the window, and He Chongtian quickly held the window edge and pushed it.

"Burn ointment." He Chongtian handed over the paper bag in his hand.

Agarwood refused to answer, "No need."

He Chongtian lowered his eyes and looked at Chen Xiangyin's legs. The light was dim, but he still saw large burns. "So careless?"

Agarine's eyes flashed with a hint of ridicule: "If you care about you, don't care about me."

He Chongtian was thoughtful, stretched out his long hand, and placed the paper bag directly on Shen Xiangyin's bedside coffee table, "Let's go."

Walking very fast, Agarwood closed the window.

However, within a few minutes, the crying sound came again...

The burn on my calf was a little painful, and the burn ointment Gu Yunshi bought was of no use.

Agarwood Yin opened the medicine given by He Chongtian and applied it. It was very refreshing and the pain was instantly relieved.

She never likes to refuse favors. She is a person who has been in trouble and has even starved to death twice. She is very aware of the current situation. She wants what is given and does not ask for it. She doesn't understand what it means to be short-handed and to collect things with peace of mind. It's impossible for her to return the goods.

She couldn't sleep anymore, so Chen Xiangqing stood up and put on a blue cheongsam with jasmine flowers embroidered on the skirt and cuffs, and a velvet cloak on the outside, just like what she wore on the day she picked up Qiongfang and returned home.

Opening the sandalwood wardrobe, Chen Xiangyin took out a velvet box from the most hidden drawer, opened it, and found a high-gold gold-set sapphire ring inside.

The blue gem has accumulated time and shines brightly. It was a birthday gift from her brother. During the wandering life, many things were either lost or sold.

It was not easy to save this ring. She was afraid of scratching it and losing it, so she was reluctant to wear it.

Now, it is worn somewhat solemnly on the index finger of the right hand.

Turning around and going out, Agarwood led the way and carried the wind.

Follow the path found by your mind and thoughts yesterday and find Master Gao Tian's residence.

This is a single-family B&B in a rural area on the outskirts of the city. There are alleys outside and the yard is unique and exquisite.

The door was locked, and Chen Xiangyin knocked. After a while, someone opened the door.

It's Lin Qiaozhu.

Chen Xiang's ferocious eyes were biting at Lin Qiaozhu at this moment. Even if the person in front of her had forgotten the memory of her previous life, she could not forgive her.

New and old grudges, Chen Xiangyin mobilized his consciousness and wanted to tear the woman in front of him into pieces in an instant!

But she didn't, and the corners of her lips curled up in a strange way. Chen Xiang looked at Lin Qiaozhu intently, and said in a strange and slow voice: "Lin Qiaozhu, what do you like and value?"

Lin Qiaozhu's hair was messy, and there was a brown stain on her hip skirt, which looked like dried blood.

I was frightened by the look and tone in her eyes. I didn't understand the question. I just felt something was wrong. I opened my eyes wide and wanted to close the door immediately.

Chen Xiang held her arm against her and pushed open the door forcefully. She was nearly a head taller than Lin Qiaozhu. He thrust his head forward to oppress her, and said in a gloomy and excited tone: "What do you like? Besides cranes soaring into the sky, what else is there?"

With a bang, Chen Xiangqian pushed open the door with force and deliberately knocked Lin Qiaozhu on the head. Sure enough, she was knocked to the ground.

Chen Xiangyin didn't want Lin Qiaozhu to die so easily. She wanted her to lose everything she cherished, to have nothing, to be tortured by pain, to be wrapped in despair, to ignite hope when she couldn't die, and then to die.

Chen Xiangyin stepped over her and strutted across the courtyard to the back room, "Why are you so weak? Where is the fox fairy in you?"

"What fox fairy! Why does Miss Shen humiliate me like this again and again?"

Still not admitting it, Chen Xiangyin shook his head, "How was your day yesterday? Have you never been so unlucky?"

"Is it you sued Heye?!" The voice asked behind him was crying.

Before Chen Xiangyin understood what he meant, he opened the door and saw the crane rising into the sky in the living room.

Why is he here?

Chen Xiangyin's heart was pounding, and the excitement she had suppressed before the carnival started seemed to have been given another dose of strong medicine.

(End of this chapter)