Quick Pass: Raiders That Man

Just one step forward, simple and easy.

Xu Ziyan looked at Feng Yun for a while, and then the surrounding black fog became more active, covering all the windows in the car that could see outside.

From the outside, passers-by would only think that the window glass of this car is particularly black, so black that even light cannot penetrate.

Feng Yun finally got the answer he wanted as he wished.

He supported himself with one hand, and put the other on Xu Ziyan's ice-like side.

After a long and affectionate kiss, Feng Yun withdrew his hand from his wife's clothes, calmed his breath and said, "Cough, remove the fog, let's go back."

Xu Ziyan leaned against the corner between the back of the chair and the car door, because he didn't need to breathe, he was obviously better than Feng Yun.

But apart from breathing, he still seems to have some other physiological reactions.

"Why... don't you continue?" Xu Ziyan grabbed the corner of his clothes that had been pulled away with one hand, where a small piece of porcelain-white skin was delicate and smooth.

Feng Yun had felt it just now, and he almost didn't want to move his hand away.

Xu Ziyan was a little dazed and aggrieved, his cheeks flushed red because of the meaning behind what he asked.

He whispered to Feng Yun: "I know what to do next, but why don't you continue?"

Calm down calm down...

Feng Yun took a deep breath, restraining his urge to pounce again.

He closed his eyes with all his strength, kept his last bit of rationality, and explained: "Let's go back first, we'll talk later, it's not good here...I've wronged you here."

The car Feng Yun drives is a very ordinary car, which is inconvenient to move around, and even if it is replaced by a luxurious and spacious car, he will not do that.

He accepted kissing in the car, but not doing that in the car—even with the windows sealed and no one around.

This is the minimum personal respect he has for his partner.

He likes Xu Ziyan, so he wants to give him all the good things.

Xu Ziyan lowered his eyes, gathering the black mist formed by resentment.

The car drove back to the community at the fastest speed that would not violate the traffic rules.

When he parked in the underground parking lot, Feng Yun saw several workers wearing hard hats checking the lights on the roof, and wondered why all the good lights were broken overnight.

Feng Yun ignored it. In the eyes of others, he was alone, but in his own eyes, he dragged his wife into the elevator together.

One person and one ghost did not speak in the elevator, Xu Ziyan lowered his head, watching Feng Yun hold his hand.

Then the elevator stopped on the first floor, and many people rushed in.

In midsummer weather, the elevator was as cold as winter.

Many people complained to their acquaintances that the elevator was so cool and it was too hot outside.

Feng Yun stepped back, his hands were empty, and then his heart felt cold.

The elevator stopped and went, and finally reached the seventh floor.

Feng Yun took out the rattling keys and went home, then touched his nose, "Hey, I'll take a shower first, or do you want to take a shower with me?"

No voice answered him.

Well, shy again.

Feng Yun went to the bedroom to get his clothes, and before entering the bathroom, he suddenly smiled and said, "I just remembered, you are in my heart, you must be looking at me when I take a shower."

Suddenly, a cold hand pushed him, and then the bathroom door slammed shut.

Xu Ziyan sat down on the sofa, listening to the sound of splashing water in the bathroom, slightly frowned his pretty eyebrows.

Why... He felt that this scene was somewhat familiar?

But it's not familiar at all.

It was an illusion, maybe I was too nervous, after all, it was the first time I did this kind of thing.

He looked down at his hands, silently clenched and loosened them until Feng Yun walked out of the bathroom covered in moisture...or it would be more appropriate to say that he walked out quickly.

Feng Yun saw the young man sitting on the sofa at a glance. Ghosts probably don't need to take a bath. Well, that's right, taking a bath is such a waste of time.

He walked over quickly, moved the table to the side, hugged Xu Ziyan's butt with one arm, and lifted the ghost from the sofa in a koala hug.

Feng Yun's hair was still a little wet even though it was blown with a hair dryer. At this time, they were being fried, and because the hair was hard, it felt a little prickly to the touch.

The bedroom door opened and closed, and the old double bed made a slight sound as it shook.

But this sound becomes less important in front of the louder sound of encouragement.

Maybe the owner will not notice its age until it is shaken and collapsed.

Ghosts don't need to sleep, and they don't feel tired, but when they absorb enough Yang Qi, they will sleep for a while to adapt to the extra power.

Feng Yun is a man with a very strong yang energy, which can be seen from his uneasy face after being haunted by a ghost. Ordinary people should have felt weak and powerless long ago.

Although Xu Ziyan stayed in Feng Yun's heart before, what he absorbed was only the Yang Qi escaping from around Feng Yun's body, the amount was small, so he would not fall into a deep sleep.

However, the yang energy this time was so huge that he really needed to sleep deeply to absorb this force.

Feng Yun, who had been informed a long time ago, was not panicked by Xu Ziyan's sudden disappearance, he was just a little pity, it seems that the ghost's physical strength is not very good.

Sitting on the bed alone, the more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong.

Why... He has a feeling that he will throw it away after being used up?

this is not right...

How could he think so.

Feng Yun patted his cheeks, got out of bed and made the bed, put the dirty sheets into the washing machine, and put on new sheets, after that he went to the bathroom to take a shower.

In fact, it was far from time to go to bed. He resigned in the morning and then went directly to the Qingxin Temple. When he came back, he had no intention of eating. Now that he has packed everything, it is only eight o'clock in the evening.

After making a simple lunch for himself, Feng Yun picked up the copper coin sword that was casually placed on the table while eating.

The weight of this sword made of copper coins of unknown age is quite considerable.

Feng Yun had never used a sword before, but Tang Dao played well, so the gap between the two would not be too big.

Then he shifted his gaze to the piece of white jade.

As expected, the police did not come looking for him because they lost a piece of evidence, because this jade was very vague in their memory.

Just like when my wife told the police about the piece of white jade before, the police ignored them.

In fact, it's not that they don't want to pay attention to it, it's just that the jade itself is weird.

Ordinary people don't notice it at all.

No... wait!

If ordinary people don't notice... Then why did the policeman who found Bai Yu and showed him Bai Yu notice it?

Feng Yun suddenly realized this, and an idea flashed through his mind.