resentment resuscitation

Maybe it was influenced by the Wraith World, maybe it was because of the potato, or something else.

In the intertwined breathing, the silhouette of the man in his sight kept flashing across the screen as snowflakes, sometimes becoming blurred.When he blinked, black mist would even overflow from the corners of his eyes.

Even so, the other party's kiss did not have the slightest bit of kindness and conservatism, and it was difficult for Mai Dingdong to breathe.

His eyes were stained with water mist, but he could clearly see the aggressiveness of the other person's eyebrows and eyes, as well as his unabashedly longing gaze.

Can't break free from the confinement on the back of the head and behind, but Mai Dingdong is not a boring gourd who only knows how to accept.

His cheeks were flushed, he raised his arms and grabbed Zhong Mozhi's hair, raised his feet and kicked the door fiercely, turned over with all his strength, and put his arms across the opponent's chest to distance himself.

The lips are dizzy with water, even if they are separated, they are nostalgic for adhesion.

Mai Dingdong panted intermittently, his jaw was sore, and he simply pressed his forehead weakly.

Tried to swear by gritted teeth, but never sweared, and could only squint and stare at him viciously.

"Have you asked my opinion?"

For a long time, I only choked out a soft reprimand accusing the other party of being impolite.

The opponent's legs were spread apart, and his back was casually leaning against the door, without any force from his palm.

Even though his throat was locked, the way he turned his face up and closed his eyes slightly was still light and ruthless.

He bent his knees, knocked twice on the bottom of the door with his heel, signaled the dean to be quiet, then turned his head slightly, brushed against Mai Dingdong's nose, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Is that okay?"

Mai Dingdong raised his eyebrows, shook his head and shook the two light-colored peach blossoms on his top, slapped Zhong Mo's hand on his waist again, and said word by word: "What do you say."

"You can use me. I want to kiss you."

"I don't understand what you said about using it." Mai Dingdong didn't dare to relax his hands, for fear that the fried ghost would go crazy again.

He tugged on the hand held by Zhong Mo, but he couldn't pull it at all, but was slipped into his fingers to hold it.

Not knowing which nerve was poked, Zhong Mozhi gasped. Because the distance was too close, he just tilted his head slightly and pressed his lips again.

Just as Mai Dingdong was about to back away, the temperature on his lips disappeared as soon as he touched it, and he apologized: "When I go to the upper floor, I will teach you everything."

"I'll ask you next time."

finger kissing.

He leaned the back of his head against the door, pursed his lips and stared at the ceiling, trying to suppress all impulses.

The palms are also slowly released.

Mai Dingdong took two steps back, his temple throbbed by his "next time", "I'll stay here, what do you want?"

Zhagui is always elusive, he doesn't think Zhong Mozhi will accompany him here to pretend to be a confessor priest.

"Hmm." Waiting for Mai Dingdong to put down the curtain, the disheveled priest walked out the door without any shyness or guilt.

He needs some wind to calm down.

There was also a monk standing beside the dean—with dull eyes and scorched hands, he just obeyed the dean's instructions obediently.

The monk waited for Zhong Mozhi to go far away, and walked stiffly in front of the waiting people, with a dead voice, "It's your turn."

Perhaps because he thought the other party was moving too slowly, the monk raised his red and black hands, grabbed the man's shoulders like iron pincers, and dragged him into the confession room.

The door was closed, and Zhong Mozhi stood outside in the snow, buttoning his collar calmly.

"Is the other kid in there?" Lu Shiyan stood beside him, with a black pen dangling from his mouth to relieve his craving for cigarettes, staring straight at the priest's lips.

The thin lips were reddish, and the corners of the lips had small wounds from being bitten hard.

"Did you fight?" The wound didn't look right, and Lu Shiyan didn't want to think about it in the wrong direction, he sighed and worried, "The two of you are weirder than the other, and you are more able to scurry around than the other."

"In this line of work, you are saving people on the edge of a knife. If you don't pay attention, you will lose your life. Going alone is not necessarily better than finding the way together." Meaningfully, Lu Shiyan frowned.

Although it was Gou Tangban who forced the two of them to become resentment masters, both of them had their own way of doing things, and he was not afraid that they would make trouble, but that they would disappear into the world of resentful spirits unknowingly.

Who knew that the originally silent person nodded and listened to the words, "Yeah."

He looked at the endless snow, his eyes flickered, and he suddenly stepped up and walked outside, not forgetting to remind Lu Shiyan, "Pay attention to your student. Let him not get too immersed in this."

Lu Shiyan frowned and turned around, and found Shi Wu's figure among several rows of people.

The young man crossed his fingers and lowered his head in frustration.

Shi Wu is very scared, so he will not do anything outside the rules.But Lu Shiyan looked at Shi Wu's finger, where it became somewhat transparent at some point.

This discovery made Lu Shiyan shudder.

Riding the penitent out of the room, Mai Dingdong quickly stood up and jumped to restore the blood flow in his lower limbs.When the next person sat on the chair, he posed skillfully again, judging from the state of the confessor whether the other person was an outsider.

If it is an outsider, let them go out directly, and for non-outsiders, use the power of the confessor priest to ask a few more questions.

"Father."

The confessor spoke with joy, obviously, he was a nun from the Wraith World.

"What do you want to confess?" Mai Dingdong asked.

The nun froze, "I let my mother down by not cleaning the room."

Mai Dingdong frowned, once again made uncomfortable by the rigid rules of this monastery.A shadow flashed in the corner of my eye, followed by the jar that came quickly.

He quickly caught it with his eyes and hands, and was startled by the cold air that entered his palm.

Iced Coke?Conjured out of thin air?

The outdoor wind poured in along the carved wooden window, and a person appeared like a ghost, sitting on the window sill with his feet drooping, shaking his hair casually, and his eyes signaled Mai Dingdong to open a jar to drink.

Open the can with one hand, and the fine air bubbles rush out quickly and flow down the wrist.Mai Dingdong habitually raised his forearm and leaned over, sucking all the slightly sweet liquid into his lips.

"Disappointment will be locked up, isn't it?" After finally catching the native, Mai Dingdong licked it clean in a low voice, and did not forget to ask clearly.

The nun was stuck for two seconds, then her voice trembled, "Yes."

"You're terrified of confinement."

"We should be punished."

"We are contaminated with turbid air, so we should be confined." Her piousness is incomprehensible.

"What will happen if you go into confinement?"

"Father, you don't want to know."

The trembling voice revealed the unbearable torture in the confinement room. She resisted thinking about it, but the priest's strength made her say it all, "Blindfolded eyes and mouth, I can only squat and kneel in the narrow iron cage in the darkness, maybe One night, maybe three days. When Lan comes back even..."

"Even what?"

"Blood in the urine."

Mai Dingdong raised his head and swallowed heavily, and the coolness flowed down his throat to his stomach, slightly suppressing those impetuousness and disgust.

"But this is an opportunity for quiet self-reflection given by the Dean's mother, and we are grateful."

There was not much time left for everyone, and her confession was quickly interrupted by the dean.

When she got up, Mai Dingdong couldn't help saying: "You are already great, be happier."

Even though he knew that people in the Wraith World had no real meaning of thinking, he still wanted to weaken that sense of oppression.

The door was opened by the nun, and she walked out without a word.With a twist of Mai Dingdong's wrist, the empty jar flew straight towards Zhong Mozhi, and was caught firmly.

Against the light, the other party unexpectedly looked away and swallowed for no reason.

Mai Dingdong narrowed his eyes, and suddenly licked his lower lip.

As expected, the tips of the other party's ears twitched, eager to peek at his lips and tongue, but also restless and afraid that he could not restrain himself.He propped his arms on the edge, and his shoulder and arm muscles bulged, inexplicably showing his physical strength.

Mai Dingdong looked away, as if he was not there.

Half an afternoon of confession made his buttocks and legs numb, and when the last person walked out of the room, Mai Dingdong quickly got up and moved, quickly took off the priest's leg and put it away, raised his toe and tapped twice on the sole of Zhong Mozhi's shoe, " Excuse me, I'll crawl out."

Unexpectedly, he didn't move at all.The dean's footsteps were approaching. Before Mai Dingdong could get anxious, a familiar force stopped him by the waist and hugged him. The other party's long legs stepped out of the window, leading him to jump directly off the window sill.

"Shh."

The mouth was gently pressed, and the sound of the dean stepping in came from the window, and it returned to calm for a moment.

Just as Mai Dingdong wanted to get down, the other party jumped lightly and led him back to the confession room.

"What's wrong?" Clapping his hands on his buttocks, Mai Dingdong kept two steps away from him.

"It's alive."

Looking along the line of sight, as soon as the voice fell, those two legs stood up suddenly, and walked outside the house very naturally, walking along a certain path.

"Excellent." Mai Dingdong praised without hesitation, and at the same time raised his legs to keep up, "Go and see."

Yesterday he saw the dead body in the church, went to the basement to carry potatoes, and paid no attention to what was going on in the confessional.

The priest walked straight to his destination without any hesitation.

The withered grass is covered with thin ice, and it is a frozen lake. The surface of the lake is smooth without any cracks.Under the pure white, a black pen by the lake looks abrupt, and it can be roughly guessed that it was left by the grudge master when he walked around.

Under the dead tree, the legs stand like clay sculptures.

On its front side there is a small crystal ball, half inserted into the soil, only half buried.

"Let me do it."

Mai Dingdong patted Zhong Mozhi's shoulder with the hand he was going to fetch, and the other party bent down first, and gently pulled the object out of the soil.

In an instant, white light radiated everywhere, piercing into the eyes and arousing physiological tears.Tinnitus and dizziness, all the scenery disappeared in an instant.

Consciousness is falling crazily.

Mai Dingdong's eyelids were as heavy as a thousand pounds. He tried to open his eyes to see the person in front of him clearly, and patted his swollen ears with his hands twice, slowly gathering his consciousness.

He tilted his head, took the movie ticket from the black beast, and asked in a whisper, "What are we doing?"

"Watching a movie." The black beast filled its mouth with popcorn and rushed forward in a hurry, "Hurry up, it's about to start."

Mai Dingdong's footsteps were sloppy, and his whole head seemed to be stuffed with cotton, feeling stuffy and confused.He looked at the movie ticket, then at the cold Coke machine in his left hand, and said slowly.

"Wait for me, big goose."

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