After marrying evil, I can't leave

The feet vacated for a while, but there was nothing to catch him, so Zhou Wu let out a "huh" and took it back.

Then asked softly: "Isn't it?"

No one answered his doubts, and the candlelight in the room jumped rapidly, as if exhaling and inhaling.

Waiting for the candle to turn into its original appearance, Zhou Wu also kicked off his other shoe, with his toes curled up, round like a baby sleeping.

Lying Zhou Wu propped up his body, trying to point to something.

As a result, the gold ornaments in the sleeves fell out with a "crash", scattered around Zhou Wu, and spread all over the surrounding area.

Reflecting the light of the candlelight, it faintly emits a golden light.

There are all kinds of pastries on the table, melon seeds and peanuts are also within reach, Zhou Wu pointed to the flagon and wine glasses not far away.

"I still want to drink." The voice became more delicate, and no one could refuse such a request.

"We still have food and wine," he said again.

A plate of peanuts and a jug of wine appeared.

The wine in the flagon was not the quilt wine that I drank before, but another kind of fruit wine with a lower alcohol content. After taking a sip, it was sweet, and the bitterness of the spirit in my mouth was somewhat diluted.

Although the alcohol suppressed the fear, Zhou Wu still felt scared from the bottom of his heart before.

But right now, the other party was able to respond to his request, which made Zhou Wu feel that this ghost, who seemed to have residual consciousness, was not so cruel and terrifying.

"It tastes good, don't you want some?" Zhou Wu thought in his heart, can ghosts get drunk?

He couldn't see anything in front of him. He could vaguely perceive the opponent's position, but he couldn't know the opponent's actions.

Lifting the wine glass forward, the wine glass tilted, Zhou Wu glanced at the glass, and it turned out that it was really missing.

After he drank the rest of the wine, he poured another glass: "Some more."

As soon as the words were finished, the wine in the glass was running low again. After going back and forth, as if having the fun of feeding, he actually drank half of the jug of wine.

But now, the one with the worst alcohol capacity is completely dead.

In the blink of an eye, Zhou Wu was floating on the clouds, and the soft bedding was like clouds, dangling.

After knowing it, I realized that the ghost seemed to be close at hand.

Zhou Wu silently guessed the other party's actions in his heart.

Once in a city in the south, someone invited drunken shrimp and drunken crab, and they were delicious. Zhou Wu suddenly realized that he might be "intoxicated" now.

The brain circuit was exceptionally clear, and he began to think deeply about this possibility.

Thinking of this, he "giggled" and laughed like a fool.

Zhou Wu was so drunk that he couldn't see anything in front of his eyes. He reached out to grab the other's hair, which was ice-cold and soft.

"Are you looking at me?" Zhou Wu said to the empty air, his eyes sparkling and wet.

Zhou Wu felt that someone was staring at him. After being afraid for a long time today, he was not so afraid, and even gave birth to a feeling of affection for the other party.

Staring and icy breathing, he did this to make Zhou Wu's scalp tingle.

Zhou Wu bit the bullet and talked to him: "Do you... have a name?"

After a pause, without speaking, Zhou Wu said cautiously, "Is there no name?"

There was no reply for a long time, so long that Zhou Wu thought that the other party could not speak.

"Baili...Qi." His throat seemed to be something that lacked lubrication, and it seemed that he hadn't said his name for a long time. The three words were incoherent and extremely jerky.

Hearing this voice again, the low and deep voice was enough to make Zhou Wu's hair roots a little numb, and a portrait appeared in his mind.

He remembered that photo, the photo that seemed to be misty and misty.

Zhou Wu, who was intoxicated, was confused.

After typing "Ah Chirp", he had the illusion of sinking into the deep sea.

Zhou Wu rolled his tongue and asked: "The last photo, is it...you?"

No one answered, but Zhou Wu felt that it should be, and smacked the smell of the wine before.

He added: "It's beautiful, it's better than the picture."

He couldn't stop talking: "Can I see your face now?"

Still no response to him.

"It's okay." Zhou Wu buried himself in the quilt, only showing a pair of eyes.

The candles in the room began to flicker in an instant, the wind was strong, flickering, and it became terrifying.

But Zhou Wu, who is now drunk, is not only not afraid, but laughs "Ge Ji Ge Ji".

Now the situation has become very strange, one person and one ghost are tickling.

"Itchy? I'll scratch again!" Zhou Wu, who thought he had caught the opponent's weakness, felt that it was a game back.

However, soon, he found that he might be scratching a bit lonely.

Ghosts are not ticklish at all.

Zhou Wu, who was a little happy at the beginning, looked like a naughty ghost, raised his beautiful eyebrows, and with the help of the candlelight, he could vaguely see the outline of the other party, very faintly.

Lonely and clear, it matched the photo in Zhou Wu's mind.

"It's so cold, are you cold?" Zhou Wu himself has a cold physique, and he knows its pain very well, and the other party's hands are also very cold.

"I'll cover your hands for you," Zhou Wu said.

But soon, the drunkenness surged up again, and Zhou Wu couldn't even hold his hands steady, like every drunkard, as if stepping into a quagmire, dangling around.

After making a fuss for a while, Zhou Wu let out a long sigh, and said in a soft voice, "I really have no strength this time, I won't play with you anymore, don't make trouble..."

Scratching an itch also requires physical strength. Now that he is at the end of his strength, he will fall asleep when he relaxes.

Zhou Wu slumped down without any strength, like a very tired cat arched its nest and found a suitable posture to curl up.

As if he was about to fall asleep, he said lazily, "I'm going to sleep..."

The shark man just nodded, Zhou Wu looked away, and he wasn't so scared after drinking.

It's better to be dropped by a good-looking ghost shark than to be dropped by a scary thing, Yan Gou's last stubbornness.

Zhou Wu waited for death to come, eyes wide open.

Fireworks were set off inside the house, as if it was a festival. Fireworks exploded outside the window and sprinkled into the house. The stars were dotted, giving him the illusion of being immersed in the sea of ​​stars.

With a bang, the fireworks outside flew into the night sky.

Suddenly, Zhou Wu started to feel cold from the soles of his feet, and when he heard a sound, he remembered that he was deeply trapped in a ghost's nest, and he might become the food of ghosts.

He seemed to hear the sound of a ghost chewing, the sound was like a "creak, creak" gnawing sound, as if some kind of beast was eating.

The dark eyeballs looked in through the slits.