Who is my upstairs

Chapter 182 Extra Story [-]

My name is Li Ying, I am 25 years old.

Before I was five years old, my living place was always in the old house.After the age of five, I was sent abroad by my father to do special training and study.

At the beginning, I strongly resisted and opposed living in the United States, because I feel that here is the warmth of a small family.

I deliberately disappeared, went to nightclubs to hook up with men, or lost my mind while practicing, just to fight against my father's dictatorship over me.

I'd rather be a little sister than my dad's puppet.

Until 04, my father, my grandfather, and other members of the family died in the ancestral house.I bear a blood feud, and I just want to take revenge on Kuixing and make the Kuixing organization disappear from the world.

Finally, I entered this organization and successfully used my status as a member of the Li family to become one of the core members of the organization.

I killed a lot of people, a lot.

Killing makes me cold-blooded, but I will never forget the hatred of my family.

Last month, my cousin Li Shaohuang and I killed Kuixing and trapped him in the world inside the clay pot, unable to get out.But we still haven't completely wiped out the Kuixing organization. In the past few days, there have been reports of people dying downstream.

Xu Gang and his master Jin Chengguo thought of many ways, but they failed to prevent the downstream water ecology from continuing to be destroyed, and some fish schools have been polluted.

In the ward, there were quite a few humans with corpse changes.

Is this the rhythm of the world's destruction?
Probably, my heart is cold, so I don't feel much about the casualties downstream.

I live in this haunted house, and I can often hear the Tang Dynasty female corpse knocking on the door in the attic, and it always likes to appear in the mirror when I take a shower.

There is also the living soul of the second concubine who lives in this house, who always likes to grab people's ankles.

Those old hangers who died in vain in the cottage also always appeared above the corridors.

Today I am in a good mood and want to cook them all.

The old hangings on the second floor can’t leave because there are portrait oil paintings looking at them, as long as the portraits are dismantled and sold to the art gallery.Then buy the same number of chickens as Lao Diao, and wait until after three o'clock in the evening, and put them together.

I don't know exactly how many chickens there are, so I just bought a large cage of chickens and put them in the corridor.The chicken made a fuss all day on the second floor, flying chicken feathers everywhere.

It made me one head and two big, but these chickens will go to the underworld at three o'clock in the evening.No matter how noisy it is, it will only take a long time.

The living soul of the second aunt always stays here, probably because she was wearing an emerald ring made of glass from the Tang Dynasty on her hand when she died, and it was enough to burn the ring.

I found this ring in a drawer in the living room.

Just as he was about to burn the ring, he heard a crisp cry, and saw a two- or three-year-old child squatting in the corner.

I think this child looks good, but unfortunately he has become a ghost. He looked up at me, looking a little scared, and kept looking at the ring in my hand.

I understand, this child is probably a little devil raised in this ring.

He was afraid that I would burn the ring, so he ran out to find me.

"Come on, come here, I won't burn the ring if you call me auntie." I put the ring on my thumb, and it felt that the size was just right. Although the cold feeling was a bit chilly, but I like Zhengtai, so I endured it.

The child seemed to be alone for too long, and he was very sensible, so he obediently stepped forward and threw himself into my arms, calling me in a childish voice: "Auntie."

Then he wrapped his little arms around my neck and swallowed obviously, "Auntie, I want to drink grandma."

Drink, I have poor breasts, where is the grandma for you to drink.

To raise little ghosts, my uncle said, we need to use milk, but we still need imported milk.

Don't drink the one with melamine added.

I have lived in the United States for a long time, and I am somewhat dependent on dairy products, but my taste is not as light as my brother and sister Yang Xiaofan.I don't like it with pure milk, it's tasteless.

I am not virtuous in my bones, there are very few things in the refrigerator, I just eat less and buy less like this, and I am hungry when I don’t have enough.

After Yang Xiaofan left, I ate everything in the refrigerator and started to feel hungry.

But I'm used to being hungry and lonely, and I don't feel anything.

There was the last half of crème fraîche in the fridge, intended for a late-night snack.

Thinking of this, he hugged the poor little Zhengtai in his arms, walked slowly to the kitchen, brought him fresh cheese, and said, "This is my dinner, if you don't eat it, I won't give you anything else to eat. "

Little Zheng was probably really hungry, so he grabbed the cheese and put it in his mouth. His cute appearance didn't look like a gloomy little ghost at all.

I like it very much, let him sleep with me at night, I will not be so boring.

As for the female corpses of the Tang Dynasty, I found an antique shop, and the owner of that shop was also very eccentric, and liked to collect corpse-changing gadgets.The more powerful that thing is, the more he likes it.

No, when I was playing with my wife, he knocked on the door and came in.

I didn't bother to talk to him, so I just let him go to the attic and move the box containing the female corpse away, as long as I don't let me see it again.

The man asked someone to move the things, but he stayed in the living room and didn't leave. When I wasn't paying attention, he picked up my chin and said conceitedly: "Li Ying, since Kuixing is gone, this organization belongs to me now. Never mind, why don't you come with me."

This man is both good and evil, he was the fourth head of the cottage in the past, he learned sorcery from Kuixing, and he also has an immortal body.

"No, I won't go with you, a thousand-year-old zongzi. Your generation is that of my grandpa Xuan. If he knows, you won't rush out of that world and break my leg." The dagger gently sliced ​​open the man's arm.

Although he has a lot of money, he is not a practicing family boy, so he can't play with me at all.

At this time, Yang Ziming, a fool, suddenly appeared. He had been missing for several months, and he suddenly appeared in the house at this time, which made people feel curious.

He just stood in front of me and said aggressively: "You mustn't bully Sister Li Ying, otherwise we will never end with you."

With which eye did he see that I was being bullied?

It was the man who wanted to manipulate the financial resources of the Kuixing organization who was stabbed. I still held the financial resources of Kuixing in my hands. He came to me only for money.

With this amount of money, I can call the wind and call the rain, why should I make him cheap?

"Just because you want to get your hands on A Ying!" The man was angry, his eyes were rather sinister.

I laughed, put my arms around Yang Ziming's arm and said: "He is my boyfriend, don't bother me in the future, take your female corpse, and go away."

Yang Ziming's face turned red, it was so cute.

He suddenly hugged me tightly, and said to the man word by word: "That's right, Li Ying is my woman. Get out of here."

The man was pissed off.

I was held down by Yang Ziming's shoulders forcefully, and he just kissed my lips so forcefully, I tried my best to resist, but he kissed deeper and deeper, and I fell into it unconsciously.

Then, little by little.

(End of this chapter)