Every world is full of ghosts and monsters begging for hugs

Indeed, Bai Yao had no resistance to his body.

If she moved casually, she could feel his smooth and greasy skin, and the direct result of this was that her body would heat up.

The long-haired man leaned against her body, his long white hair almost spreading on her body. He was breathing long and sleepy. Suddenly, he seemed to sense something, and his whole body suddenly glowed with brilliance.

"Yao Yao..." He was like a demon, with a sticky and lingering smile coming from his throat. He stood up slightly, his face resting on her shoulders, and his hands were even more restless, "I'm not sleepy. I want it too.”

Who can bear this?

Bai Yao turned over, held his face and kissed him.

He held her waist happily. From time to time, something brushed Bai Yao's ankle under the quilt. She was very calm about such things now. When she was about to sit down, a scream came from the night.

It was like a pebble dropped into a calm lake, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

Bai Yao looked towards the window, but was soon turned back by the unhappy person.

He pursed his lips and rubbed his waist upwards like he was self-reliant, "Yaoyao, continue to love me."

"It seems like something happened outside." Bai Yao touched the top of his head, "I'll go take a look, and I'll play with you when I come back."

There was another power outage tonight. Bai Yao touched the flashlight on the bedside. She got out of bed and put on her clothes. When she looked back, she saw a half-exposed man leaning against the corner of the bed holding the quilt.

The corners of his lips were pursed slightly, and the pale face showed the grievance of unsatisfied desires. The long hair, as beautiful as the moonlight, was scattered randomly and messily spread on the bed, like an exploding grievance, which was being expressed on his behalf. Dissatisfied.

Bai Yao couldn't bear it, so she climbed onto the bed and held his face. When she came closer, he had skillfully opened his lips and pressed them against hers first.

Once again, her body was stained with more of his own flavor. He raised the corners of his lips with a slight smile. When his beautiful arms tried to wrap around her waist and pull her closer, Bai Yao stepped back. .

She touched the hair on the top of his head, and the strand of dull hair was crushed several times by her palms, like animal ears that fell down due to being touched.

"I'll be back soon. If you're sleepy, go to sleep first."

He nodded obediently, "Well, Yaoyao, you have to come back and stay with me as soon as possible. I'm scared to be alone."

Bai Yao decisively left the flashlight to him, "You turn on the light. I will definitely come back before the light goes out."

"Okay." He held the flashlight and randomly hugged a few strands of his soft hair. There was no conflict between messiness and beauty on his body, but instead showed a bit of innocence.

They all seemed to have forgotten that he, with his eyes covered with white silk, actually didn't need light at all.

After Bai Yao turned around and walked away, he was no longer cute and frail. Instead, he sat up straight, twirling his fingers around a strand of his long hair. He didn't know what he thought of. He slowly put on his clothes. He walked out of the room humming a tune.

Another person died in the house, this time it was the third aunt, Wen Jiujiu's mother.

In the middle of the night, the third uncle was always thinking about Wen Jiujiu and Zhou Xu. He felt that his wife might be right. Maybe Zhou Xu and Wen Jiujiu could be together. After all, Zhou Xu would risk his life for Wen Jiujiu.

He still couldn't fall asleep, so he pushed his wife beside him and tried to get people up to discuss it together. It was at this time that he discovered the problem.

The person next to the pillow made no movement, and there was no warmth in his body.

The third uncle quickly sat up and called his wife for a long time. After realizing that she was dead, he was so frightened that he fell off the bed.

The people who came in a hurry had different thoughts.

Wen Jiujiu leaned in Wen Ming's arms and cried bitterly. After all, she was his biological mother, and Wen Ming's face didn't look good. He and Wen Jiujiu leaned together, like baby birds keeping warm.

Wen Tingzhi wanted to go up and push Wen Ming away several times, but he still had reason and held it back.

Zhou Xu stayed on the side to comfort Wen Jiujiu and Wen Ming. In his understanding, Wen Jiujiu and Wen Ming were siblings. It was normal for them to be close to each other after something like this happened.

The third uncle's body was still trembling, "My wife was fine before, but I really don't know why...she died without any warning!"

"Retribution, this is retribution!" My aunt stood at the door, laughing loudly, "The fox fairy appeared, this is the fox fairy appearing! The person who harmed my husband died like this!"

Wen Tingzhi quickly grabbed his mother and said, "Mom, don't do this."

The second uncle, relying on his current highest status, spoke majestically, "Sister-in-law, if you don't feel well, go back and rest. Don't talk nonsense here!"

Two people died in a short period of time. The second aunt rubbed her arms in fear. In fact, she was also a little panicked. During this period, she saw her eldest aunt entering the shrine and looking at the statues inside. He knelt down and worshiped, and kept mumbling words, his whole body seemed to be in a daze.

Is there really some mountain spirit that is harming people?

Wen Xiaorou wanted to come up to comfort Wen Jiujiu, but her second aunt quickly grabbed her hand and pulled her back, "You silly girl, you are not unlucky enough, what should you do if you come up to her and cause bad luck?"

Wen Xiaorou had never dared to resist her parents. She stood aside with her head lowered and stopped moving.

Bai Yao was the last to arrive. When he saw everyone in the room and heard them say that his third aunt was dead, he was also surprised.

The eldest aunt was still laughing nervously, "I have told you, this is definitely the appearance of the fox fairy. The fox fairy must have heard my wish, so he killed the person who harmed my husband!"

The third uncle was furious, "Don't confuse people with your lies here! We have never done anything wrong!"

The eldest aunt smiled horribly, "If she wasn't a fox fairy, how did your wife die quietly?"

Everyone felt a cold wind blowing by, and a chill grew on their backs.

In the silence where a pindrop could be heard, Bai Yao suddenly interjected: "It is impossible for a fox fairy to kill someone."

"It's the Fox Fairy! It's the person the Fox Fairy killed! What do you know about this little girl?" The eldest aunt excitedly rushed towards Bai Yao, but luckily she was caught in time by Wen Tingzhi who ran over.

Wen Tingzhi looked at Bai Yao and said, "Speak less and don't irritate my mother."

Suddenly, Wen Tingzhi frowned. He raised his hand and put it on his mouth and nose, and looked at Bai Yao vaguely.

At the same time, in the main courtyard, the house smelled of medicine.

The young man in red clothes and white hair turned on the flashlight. As he walked to the corner and then to the door, his hand also moved. The light swayed everywhere in the dim room, and it hit the old man lying on the bed several times. Eye.

He raised the corners of his lips and walked briskly, so happy, "Xiao Xiao, did you see it? It's light, the light of a flashlight."

Mr. Wen's face turned gloomy, and he smiled reluctantly, "Yes, I saw it."

"Yao Yao gave it to me." He finally stopped running around and held the flashlight, innocently and happily showing off, "Yao Yao was worried that I would be afraid of the dark without her, so she gave me the light. , you also think Yaoyao loves me very much, don’t you?”

The sleeves slid down, and the little marks left on the skin of his arms were very conspicuous. Even the collar, which was usually tightly covered, was probably because he was not so careful today. The collar was slightly open, and the marks on the collarbone were The traces are also fascinating.

It is conceivable that there are many traces of the girl's love in those places that are hidden by clothes.

Second Master Wen lost the desire to speak for a while. He knew that no matter how much he prayed, it would be in vain.

"Xiao Xiao..." The man who was happy just now suddenly changed his aura. He was holding a flashlight in his arms and his head was slightly lowered, like a lonely little animal.

My fingertips touched the pattern on the flashlight, and my nails occasionally rubbed lightly, making a faint harsh sound.

The shadow of the man in red clothes and white hair gradually became distorted, and his tone was faint, "When will you die? I want to see Yaoyao."