Pretty cannon fodder draws cards in infinite stream

how can that be possible?

No, not right.

Yan Qing touched his chest, the sound of "bang bang, bang bang" lingered in his ears.

The sound was full of rhythm, and the enthusiastic and eager blood dispelled Yan Qing's timidity little by little.

He is not a ghost.

Su Yanqing slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

Behind him, Su Yanci hugged Yan Qing, and his generous palms caressed his waist that was forced to bow due to stimulation, constantly pinching and stroking.

The fragrance of flowers became stronger and stronger, and they invaded their bodies silently.

Yan Qing huddled in Su Yanci's arms, smelling the cold fragrance of his body mixed with the scent of flowers, as if he was surrounded by gorgeous flowers and forced to be buried under their messy branches and leaves.

However, the scent of flowers on Su Yanci's body was too strong, so strong that Yan Qing thought that he was holding a flower full of flowers.There seems to be a rotten taste masked by a rich floral fragrance, which gradually spreads from the roots to the top.

It seemed that all the fragrance of flowers started from Su Yanci's body.

Yan Qing was inexplicably scared.

He anxiously put down his hand holding onto the hem of Su Yanci's clothes, his drooping face was pale and without a trace of blood.

Su Yan hugged him gently but forcefully, tightly grasping his thin white hand, his five fingers sank deeply between the fingers, and let down his white and vigorous fingertips.

He asked softly: "What's wrong?"

Yan Qing's chin was forced up, and his whole body was forced to be buried on Su Yanci's body.His beautiful eyes kept twinkling, but he didn't dare to look directly at Su Yanci's gentle eyes.

Mingming Su Yanci had the appearance of a modest gentleman, as gentle as jade.However, Yan Qing, who is sensitive and intuitive beyond ordinary people, has a sense of fear that goes deep into the bone marrow.

Yan Qing showed a frightened smile, the corners of his mouth hanging stiffly.Yan Qing tried to comfort herself.Don't think about it, my brother has been with me all the time, how could it be weird?

So, Yan Qing shook his head, he hugged Su Yanci slowly, but his shackled fingers kept shaking.

Gu Yu frowned and looked at Su Yanqing who was trembling all over, and felt that his timid appearance must not be the boss.After he looked around, he sat cross-legged on the carpet covered with soft cloth.

Then he opened the diary that was discarded on the ground.

A line of small characters on the cover was torn off by someone.

He raised his eyebrows lightly, and then looked at the contents inside.

[5.13 overcast

It's hard to eat, he can eat it for me. 】

[5.14 sunny

He drew a picture, and I will draw one next time. 】

[5.15 sunny

I prepared some accessories, which are very nice.He bought it too. 】

[5.16 overcast

I have grown some flowers recently and they are very fragrant.Take turns. 】

……

[5.23 sunny

Happy.expect. 】

……

In the diary, after May 5, the handwriting began to change from black to bloody.Even from that page, black and red alternated on the page, and bloody marks were densely printed on it.It seemed that evil spirits were whispering, as if the mouth of the abyss was watching them.

Gu Yu shook his hand and almost threw it out.

May 5 happened to be the player's first day at this villa!

and--

"he"?

who is it?

Judging from the ghosts I encountered, I only saw a big ghost with a scorched human face and a little ghost without facial features.

The two of them are brothers.

but--

In the diary, it shows that this "he" exists on an equal footing with him.

Ghost-Master-Master--'s diary.

So--

There are two ghost masters?

One lives in a spacious and bright master bedroom, and the other lives in a remote and small bedroom?

wrong.

equal status.

It's like living in a bedroom.

There are so many bedrooms in the villa, how could rich people like them live in the same bedroom.

Gu Yu leaned against the corner of the wall, he folded and unfolded the corner of the page in agitation, as if ants were eating his skin in his heart, itching and uncomfortable.

Yan Qing sat beside him, stretching her head and thinking hard.

Gu Yu rolled his eyes at him impatiently, threw the diary into Yan Qing's arms, and said sarcastically, "You won't understand even if I show it to you."

Yan Qing didn't care about his sarcasm, on the contrary, he looked carefully, the slightly long hanging hair blocked his eyes.

Who killed the ghost?

Suddenly, Yan Qing stood up, he observed the portrait carefully, his body was about to be stuck in the painting.

Yan Qing once learned painting with her teacher, and learned that everyone has different techniques and auras.Everyone's paintings hide their deepest thoughts.

And the two paintings placed in front of him.

Different!

A simple outline with black color seems restrained, but the portrait can't hide his crazy love, and a portrait that seems enthusiastic but painted with bright colors can't hide his shyness and anxiety.

"Two people?" Yan Qing muttered to himself.

Gu Yu glanced at him and said, "I think the possibility is 70%."

Yan Qing touched the portrait with her thin white fingertips, and slowly drew along the outline.

The two paintings are identical except for the coloring.

"Are you alone?"

Yan Qing bent down, her fair face pressed against the large portrait left in the space.He bit his lip, eager to find out the truth.

The mist in this villa seemed to be scattered a little intentionally or unintentionally, which made him guess how much and made him wonder.As if these clues were revealed on purpose, perhaps the evil spirits were standing somewhere and watching them mockingly.

Yan Qing lowered her eyelids, her gorgeous face was serious and careful.He felt a little regretful that he had been swallowed alive by ghosts before he touched the truth of the villa in his last life.

Thinking of this, Yan Qing couldn't help shivering.

His fingertips, which had turned white from exertion, curled up uneasily, he was afraid, he didn't want to die yet.

It hurts so much.

Tears flowed out again disobediently, like dewdrops in the morning, dripping on the curled eyelashes, like a black butterfly about to flutter, beautiful and helpless.

Before Yan Qing wiped away his tears, Su Yanci frowned slightly, bent down and pinched Yan Qing's chin, and gently rubbed the red corners of Yan Qing's eyes with his rough fingertips.

The soft and disheveled black hair was passed through by Su Yanci's white hands, and his slender five fingers spread out, gently smoothing on his head one by one.The warm hands are like a soft and warm quilt, dispelling the coldness in Yan Qing's body.

The uncle sat aside dejectedly, staring at his hands in a daze, with tears welling from the corners of his finely lined eyes.

He looked at them angrily and cursed aggrievedly: "Damn it."

Then he walked up to Gu Yu, picked up his collar, and said harshly, "Why didn't you save Yuxuan just now? He's dead! He's dead!"

The voice became more and more urgent, and the pitch became higher and higher.

The teardrops in the corners of his eyes had not been wiped away, and they fell straight down like this.

Gu Yu said lightly: "So?"

The uncle punched his face with red marks, and his eyes were full of anger: "Damn! You are a grandson! You are cold-blooded! Do you know that people are dead?"

Gu Yu twitched the corner of his mouth lightly, and the blood that flowed from his mouth stained his hands.The corners of his eyebrows were raised, and he smiled mockingly.

Jiang Yize also ran to Gu Yu's side. He stood in front of Gu Yu and said to the uncle coldly, "Then why didn't you rescue him?"

The two confront each other.The uncle clenched his fists tightly.

Yan Qing didn't know what to say, but Su Yanci, who was standing on the sidelines, watched with interest, with a hint of coldness in his gentle eyes.

The atmosphere was dignified and slightly awkward.

Gu Yu sat down again, he noticed that Su Yanci's eyes were as cold as his, and his face was a little red because of the excitement.

They are one kind of people.

So, Gu Yu turned his head and smiled softly at Su Yanci.

At the same time, Su Yanci hugged the trembling Yan Qing, and he also smiled at Gu Yu.It's just that this smile looks a little weird, like a ghost watching these lambs jumping into a trap with great interest.

The pale light shone weakly on them, and the silence was abnormal.

However, they are all too tired.I forgot for a while - this is the haunted house of evil spirits.

"Chacha, Chacha"

The sound of branches and leaves rubbing against each other tormented them who hadn't slept all night.

They slowly opened their eyes, only to see each other being stuffed into the thick and gloomy portrait.

Yan Qing struggled weakly in the painting, suddenly, he trembled suddenly, his slender waist collapsed tightly, perfectly drawing a beautiful arc.

Because, there is a black mist behind him, kissing from the back of the neck to the tailbone little by little.

Thin and hemp.

Like a shadow.