[Comprehensive] The girl who made a contract

Looking at the black and white words, Jing An's eyes turned to Charles' face, trying to find the answer she wanted to answer from his expression and eyes, but that person didn't show any surrender or impatience even though his body was in pain at the moment. It is said that the eyes are the windows of the soul, if a person can even control his own eyes, then the person standing in front of him has no other choice but to submit.

"Do you like Elizabeth?"

In response to Jing An's sudden question, a crack appeared on Xia Er's masked fake face, and he asked back, "What do you mean by asking that?"

Jing'an's face remained unchanged, her eyes were fixed on his face, not letting herself miss the slightest fluctuation of his emotions.

"Do you think the two of you can get married in the future, Master Shire who has sold his soul?"

One sentence made Charles' complexion change drastically, his white teeth bit his lip and the hand beside him clenched tightly into a fist.A hoarse voice came almost from his throat: "What do you know? Who are you?" As the head of this year's Phantom Hein family, Char Phantom Hein is undoubtedly the last The current head of the family has no choice since signing the contract with the devil.

The young master's face finally recovered the panic that belonged to a child, and it was no longer the look of an adult holding it high.Jing'an actually felt a bit distressed, the current situation has created such a situation.Stretching out her hand to take the note from Charles, Jing An lowered her body to pick up another note from the ground and pinched it together.

He whispered: "This is an instruction from the gods. If you don't want Li Ji to live in pain in the future, this is a necessary choice." He cannot accompany such a girl for the rest of his life. In Li Ji's current years, Shire She has already become that indispensable part of her life, but in the long years to come, the person she believed to be the most important in her life will be scraped away by God, leaving only those memories.

"But why do you make such a decision?"

Gritting his teeth, Charles stretched out his hand to pinch his neck and questioned, with a fierce gleam in his eyes.

The weak Charles did not pose any threat to him at all, Jing An gently pushed the boy away and brushed his hand away, pressed him on the seat and looked at him very seriously and said: "I will definitely deal with this matter." If you want to do it, even if you stop me, I will find a way to complete it."

She spoke extremely seriously, and Charles' complexion was very ugly.He is struggling now, he understands that this person is serious, but panic wells up in his heart, the closest person in this world forgets you, what a terrible thing that is.

Gritting his teeth and staring fiercely at the ugly woman in front of him, Charles said word by word: "Then we'll see."

Jing'an laughed suddenly, the stubborn and cute young master really had a feeling that people couldn't help it.Removing the sense of firmness in her body, Jing An smiled and said to him: "Don't you want to know who is behind the scenes who wants to kill you? If you know the truth, you will definitely agree with me." His existence is not just a memory He had to make a choice when it was not the actual harm, but the actual threat of death.

The carriage stopped, opened the door and found the plaque with the words "Funeral House".The funeral home outside was gone, but Sebastian arrived at some unknown time, wearing a black tuxedo and holding a white account book in his hand, waiting politely beside the carriage.

Seeing the gentlest smile on his face, Jing An took a step back and let Charles get out of the car first.

"Lady first."

At this time, Shire, who was still adhering to the gentleman's style, stood still, waiting for Jing An to get off the car first.Sebastian stood aside with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and gracefully stretched out his hand to help the lady who wanted to get off the car. This is the most basic etiquette for a deacon.

Holding the hem of her skirt, Jing An did not insist on getting out of the car first. After getting off the car, she walked directly into the funeral room. As soon as she entered the door, she saw the funeral room with her face facing the fresh corpse in front of her under the candlelight.

The corners of his mouth curled up in an interested smile.Looking at the long white hair that covered half of his face, he was suddenly curious about his hidden real face.

"Funeral house, have you always seen people like this?"

The funeral room raised his head with his face in his hands, and said in a joyful tone, "Why, Jing An, are you curious about Xiaosheng's appearance?" There was still a smile on the corner of his mouth, but that smile gave Jing An a sense of oppression.

Sure enough, the funeral home smiled and continued, "But people who have seen the appearance of Xiaosheng are all dead." Talking about the dead is like talking about what breakfast is for the funeral home. I am used to it. people can be confident.

"Not curious, I want to return a suit of clothes."

Jing An replied indifferently, curiosity killed the cat.

"Xiaosheng thinks this suit is pretty good." Seeing from the top down, the funeral room said quietly, "Does Jing An think that people's memories can be erased if they are erased? Charles and Sebastian are so easy to deal with." people?"

Holding up her skirt, Jing An replied: "No, I don't think it's easy to handle." The clear and clear tone of the answer made the funeral home slightly stunned, but he didn't expect this person to be honest.

Charles who walked in heard these words, frowned, walked to the funeral room with a cane, glanced at the familiar corpses beside him, and said, "The funeral room knows the masters behind these people! "

The most important link was missing from the information Sebastian found, and the clues were clear, but the person behind it was hidden in the depths, and there was a guess that he couldn't accept.

The funeral room glanced at Jing'an, smiled at Charles and didn't answer.

Charles turned his gaze to Jing An, and asked in disbelief: "You really know?" Sebastian stepped forward, and immediately presented a luxurious costume in his hands, an outrageously elegant devil.

"Would you like to help me?"

Sebastian still had a smile on his face, but his eyes were slightly closed and his eyes became sharper.

"If Li Ji agrees, I will help you."

Although she was not satisfied with this answer, Jing An still said: "The cunning rabbit is dead, the lackey is cooking." Before the words finished, Charles raised his head in shock, his face full of unbelievable pain.

The candlelight in the funeral room flickered gently, bringing a visual sense of flickering.Sebastian, who was standing upright by the side, still had that bewildering smile on his face, but the funeral home held the needle and thread in his hand, and looked with interest at the hidden paper in his hand that instantly turned to ashes. piece.

"Hey, you said you were too ruthless, this person is out of shape." The funeral house said Youyou, who mended the broken man, "Your family's silverware is really custom-made."

Knives and forks are not only tableware but also a murder weapon used to kill people. When he was excited, he suddenly had a playful idea: "Charles, every time I see knives, can I still use them gracefully?" The arrogant young boy suddenly turned pale, succeeded in pleasing him.

"Hahahaha"

"Charle, Charles."

There was a girl's sweet and lovely voice with worry at the door, and Charles froze. He didn't expect Elizabeth to come here.

Behind him was the uncontrollable laughter of the funeral home.