Every world is full of ghosts and monsters begging for hugs

"Don't come near me!"

Wen's voice came suddenly, attracting everyone's attention.

It turned out that she pushed Zhou Xu away, her tearful eyes did not dare to look at Zhou Xu, she just buried her face in Wen Ming's chest, her back trembled slightly, and she cried sadly.

Zhou Xu was at a loss, "Jiujiu, I..."

"Cousin Zhou, didn't you hear?" Wen Ming hugged Wen Jiujiu like a winner, with undisguised disgust in his eyes, "My sister doesn't want to see you now, you should go back and take good care of you. Auntie."

Zhou Xu is the nephew of the eldest aunt. Now the third aunt is dead, and the words that the eldest aunt said can be heard as she hates Wen Jiujiu and his family.

Wen Jiujiu just couldn't help but think that maybe her mother's death was really related to her aunt. How would she face the relatives who killed her mother?

She originally told herself in her heart that she should try to accept Zhou Xu and love him, but what happened tonight seemed to be God reminding her that she and Zhou Xu should not be together.

Zhou Xu couldn't please anyone now. He glanced at Wen Jiujiu with a pale face, knowing in his heart that he shouldn't be here now, "Ziujiu, take good care of yourself."

After saying that, he left lonely.

Wen Xiaorou whispered: "Cousin Zhou is so pitiful."

Bai Yao echoed: "I think so too."

Bai Yao didn't join in the fun for long. On the way back, she had a sudden idea and walked into the temple that she usually passed by but never entered.

I heard that when Mr. Wen was still able to move, he would offer three sticks of incense to the statue every day, but later Mr. Wen became ill and the incense offering stopped.

It was later that the enthusiastic Wen family came to the door, and under the instructions of Mr. Wen, the incense was rekindled in the shrine.

However, as time passed, things happened one after another, and the matter of lighting incense in the shrine was forgotten by several elders. After all, Mr. Wen couldn't get out of the hospital bed, and he couldn't see whether they had done anything for it. Incense is offered to the idol.

It was recently that the crazy aunt came to ask the Fox Fairy to help her take revenge, and she lit the incense again.

This is a very simple temple, and the so-called statue is just a simple fox statue.

This statue is too old, and many of its details can no longer be seen from its original appearance, but its expression is still there. It raises its head and looks lazily at the worshipers below. It looks so lazy that it seems to lie on the ground at any time. Squint your eyes comfortably.

Bai Yao remembered the fox statue in a small temple that he saw on the roadside when he went up the mountain. Although the statues were different in size and the traces left on them were also different in the course of history, judging from their demeanor, Her intuition led her to believe that they were the same fox.

Bai Yao took a few steps closer and looked at it carefully for a long time, but she didn't see anything magical about it. She thought about it, left the shrine, and turned to the main courtyard.

This night was another sleepless night for many people.

Zhou Xu lingered near Wen Jiujiu's room. He knew that Wen Jiujiu was in need of comfort, but he was afraid that he would appear in front of her and make her unhappy.

He finally plucked up the courage and approached Wen Jiujiu's door. Just as his raised hand was about to fall on the door, a man's voice from the room made him stop.

"Jiujiu, don't do this to me." The mature man's voice was exceptionally gentle and painful, "You know I can't stand you and Zhou Xu being together."

This is Wen Tingzhi's voice.

Wen Jiujiu sobbed softly, "It was you who didn't want me first, Wen Tingzhi, you are a coward. You obviously like me, but you refuse to admit it. If you hadn't kept pushing me away, how could I have chosen Zhou Xu?"

Wen Tingzhi: "I regret it now, tweet. Since I came here, so many things have happened to us. I know how to cherish the people in front of me. No matter who we are, I want to tell you that I love you." .”

Wen tweeted angrily, "Who cares about your love! Wen Tingzhi, belated affection is worthless than grass!"

"No, Jiu Jiu, your body tells me that you like me."

I don’t know what happened inside, but the originally arguing sounds turned into the suppressed breathing between men and women, mixed with secret obscene words, and a woman’s exceptionally soft voice even though she was begging for mercy.

The man said deliberately: "Has Zhou Xu ever touched your place?"

The woman gritted her teeth, "No...ah!"

This final sound, which sounds like pain, hides a lot of affection.

"What about here? Has he touched it?"

"No... don't do this... I can't stand it anymore..."

Chaotic sounds slipped out through the cracks in the doors and windows, and even a dull person could guess what was going on inside.

The figure outside the door stood quietly for a long time, then finally turned and left.

Bai Yao arrived at Erye Wen's house. Before she could enter, a cheerful figure in red had already walked out of the house.

"Yao Yao!" He grabbed the hem of her skirt with one hand, and a gentle smile overflowed from the raised corners of his lips, and he slowly pressed against her body. His fingers were entangled with her clothes, as if he was having fun. game.

Bai Yao tightened his collar, "Why are you here?"

"My friend is seriously ill and I came to see how long he can survive."

Bai Yao said: "I'm going to see my uncle."

He held her hand and said, "Yao Yao, he is asleep. Let's see him again tomorrow."

Bai Yao came over to take a look. She was originally wondering if the noise outside would disturb the old man. Since the old man was asleep, she really didn't need to disturb him.

She held his hand and said with a smile: "Then let's go back and rest."

The thing he loved to hear most was that Bai Yao said to go back and rest with him, so that he would have a place to belong to, so on the way back, he walked briskly, and occasionally held Bai Yao's hand, silently urging her to go. Be faster.

When passing by his room, the wind chimes all over the room jingled in the wind.

Bai Yao glanced over and said, "Why do you hang so many wind chimes in the room?"

“When it’s windy, it’s very lively.”

He tilted his head and raised the corners of his lips towards her. His innocent smile revealed a hint of "Am I very smart? Come and praise me."

Bai Yao couldn't help but stretched out her hands to rub his face, "Wow, you are so interesting in life. I'll also hang up the wind chimes in the room, okay?"

"No more." He shook his head, then raised his hand to cover the back of her hand. A few strands of hair were blown up by the wind and brushed against her cheek, making her feel a little itchy.

He seemed to be able to sense her emotional changes, and laughed softly, using his fingers to remove the hair that was stuck on her face, but his hand stayed on her cheek and was reluctant to leave.

"I have Yaoyao, so I don't need wind chimes."

Bai Yao's heart suddenly trembled with his smile, and when she raised her eyes to look at him, her eyes flickered slightly.

He bent down and approached her with an innocent face, but his sweet and greasy tone was charming, hiding the soul-stirring magic power, "Yao Yao, I am willing to kiss you."

Young men are like childish men who don't know what being reserved is, and they don't think it's shameful to reveal their desires.

His pale lips were slightly open, and in the cold mountain night, the heat faintly escaped with his breath, and the tip of his pink tongue was looming, not sure if it was drawing the heat mist, or drawing her soul.

"Yao Yao, come in."

Bai Yao took a deep breath, jumped up and hung on him, hugged his face, and nibbled on it unceremoniously.

During the interplay, he smiled vaguely, "Yao Yao is like a biting puppy."

Bai Yao's fingers were intertwined in his white hair and suppressed the dull hair on his head. After biting the corner of his lips, she whispered back, "You are like a soft white-furred fox. "

He was gagged and could no longer say that she was like a puppy, but the smile in his throat was mixed with the muttering, making him particularly happy.