Nightmare Attack

Chapter 1126
With a fair face, faint willow-leaf eyebrows, and delicate lips under the delicate bridge of the nose, the lips are slightly parted, and the breath that is exhaled is fascinating.

A pair of bright eyes were soul-stirring, and when the four eyes met, Jiang Cheng was actually speechless.

Being watched by Jiang Cheng like this, a shyness appeared on Wu Yingying's cheeks.

The next moment, Jiang Cheng recovered from his trance.

He can be sure that Wu Yingying definitely used some kind of charm-like ability on him, otherwise her resistance would never be so low.

Slowly, Wu Yingying's lips curled up, as if she was blaming Jiang Cheng for not being active enough, she actually leaned forward, just sticking to Jiang Cheng's body.

Jiang Cheng could hear his own heartbeat, he couldn't figure out why he violated a taboo, but Wu Yingying didn't intend to kill him.

Was it this skin that saved him?

Lu Jianli?
If he couldn't figure it out, he simply stopped thinking about it, Jiang Cheng stabilized his mind, gently supported Wu Yingying's body, leaned against her, and sat on the edge of the bed.

"Miss." Jiang Cheng put his arms around her thin waist and pressed it against her ear, blowing the air gently, "But... the strange husband neglected you?"

Wu Yingying's eyes were resentful, but it was only for a moment, and it was diluted by a stream of spring water, and then she shook her head slightly.

Jiang Cheng smiled, slowly lowered his head, pressed against Wu Yingying's cheek, and rubbed it slightly, "My lady, my husband, I am the court's Xinke Tanhualang, and I know that my wife is also quite good at diction. Tonight, you and I will sing along and have fun. ,how?"

After hearing this, Wu Yingying blinked her nimble eyes, and finally tapped her chin lightly.

Great to procrastinate again!

Just when Wu Yingying was about to stand up, she was suddenly stopped by Jiang Cheng. The next second, she was picked up by the waist and walked all the way to the table.

On the table was a jug of wine and some food served in red paper.

Wu Yingying sat on Jiang Cheng's lap, all kinds of spring appeared suddenly, and the fragrance that came out through the wedding dress was like poison that seduces people.

After thinking for a moment, Jiang Cheng caught a glimpse of the red hijab thrown on the bed from the corner of his eye. Jiang Cheng stretched out his finger, dipped it lightly in the wine glass, and then wrote a line on the table.

Then he looked at the beautiful woman in his arms with a smile on the corner of his mouth, very provocative.

Unexpectedly, Wu Yingying quickly imitated his movements, touched the wine with her slender fingers, and then added on the other side: half an inch of lovesickness turned to ashes.

The three-foot red curtain especially covers the face, and half an inch of lovesickness is turned into ashes.

Jiang Cheng couldn't help frowning. It wasn't that this sentence was appropriate, but that he was moved by the woman's persistence and the deep resentment accumulated in his heart.

The candlelight is dim, a man and a woman are dressed in costumes, reciting poems against each other, no matter how you look at it, it is a beautiful scene that others will envy.

But if you look carefully, you can see the clues, neither of them left a shadow on the ground.

Jiang Cheng always had doubts, but he couldn't ask them out. He guessed that the paper man named Lu Jianli could really be explained by coincidence.

Would someone really draw a face exactly like himself out of thin air?
Or have these sinister people ever seen themselves?In a moment he may never understand.

Jiang Cheng's gaze became weird. He remembered that Lin Wan'er had mentioned that he was not a human being, but was accepted by the old president from another world, that is, through this bus.

Looking at the beautiful woman in front of him, Jiang Cheng couldn't help being in a daze. Maybe at a certain moment, he really had an intersection with this world and these people.

It's a pity that the deaths of these watchmen and those Yin Xingren have completely become a mystery.

"How about it?"

"I didn't hear that."

"Listen carefully, why did I hear something shaking?"

"Huh?" Du Moyu almost pressed half of his face against the wall, "Really, brother Fugui, don't lie to me?"

Fatty and Du Moyu, one on the left and one on the right, put their ears to the wall, the wall near Jiangcheng's room, listening excitedly to the corner.

"Brother Wu, aren't you curious about the situation on the doctor's side?" Du Moyu turned his head and asked.

Wu shook his head, with a look of disdain to be with him, he was weird, how could he have such a low-level interest.

The fat man stood up a little bit, and said in a tone of embarrassment that pierced him: "Well, Brother Wu, why don't you come over and listen to us, you said that it was in the middle of the night, and your right ear was several times bigger than the left one , is still moving towards us, isn’t it a bit scary?”

Du Moyu felt the same way.

Wen Yanwu's face was a little embarrassed, and his ears returned to normal in an instant, but it was never possible to admit such a thing.

"I said, did you hear anything?" the fat man asked.

"Is that the creaking, unbearable shaking of the bed?" Du Moyu's expression was very excited.

After a moment, Wu shook his head.

Du Moyu felt deeply regretful, while the fat man heaved a sigh of relief.

He reminded Wu that if there was that kind of voice, he must go to rescue people immediately, and there should be no delay for a second, lest the doctor persist until then.

At this moment, the doctor and Wu Yingying were standing in front of the window, looking at the scenery outside through the window.

After this period of contact, Jiang Cheng gradually let go of his guard against Wu Yingying.

Most importantly, of course, time is almost over.

It's almost dawn.

"It's actually snowing." Looking at the snowflakes fluttering outside the window, Jiang Cheng couldn't help but be amazed. How could it be snowing in what month?

Wu Yingying nestled in his arms, as if she had predicted that Jiang Cheng would leave him, feeling the last tenderness.

"Two lovesickness in the same snow, this life is also counted as whiteheads."

When these words appeared on the wall, Jiang Cheng understood that the other party had already gotten past his thoughts and knew that he was determined to leave.

This is Wu Yingying's ability, or a woman's sixth sense, Jiang Cheng is not sure.

He lowered his head, opened his mouth slightly, and wanted to say something to explain to Wu Yingying, but in the next second, a pair of cool lips kissed him, and a pair of arms tightly wrapped around his neck, full of fragrance and softness.

Its daybreak.

Fatty and the others waited anxiously in front of the door, and as the door was pushed open, Jiang Cheng walked out.

The clothes are still tidy, Du Moyu looked up and down suspiciously, wondering if he had tidied them up just now.

Only Jiangcheng was alone, and the ghost bride's figure disappeared.

There was a hint of loss on Jiang Cheng's face, and as he walked around, there was a faint sound of bells.

Without speaking, they left the Wu family's mansion. As soon as they walked out, they saw a bus parked on the dirt road at the entrance of the village.

The ghost knows how this car drove into the village.

The fat man followed Jiang Cheng and walked towards the bus. Suddenly, he found a red rope on Jiang Cheng's wrist, and a delicate bell was tied to the red rope.

Yes. Ghost Bride's bell!He recognized it immediately.

　It's not over, there's something you want to see in the next chapter

　
(End of this chapter)