Cooking in the Monster Shelter

Dracula was in a trance, as if he was in an ice cellar, almost paralyzed by fright.

He still held the child's arm, the cold skin and bone reminiscent of a lifeless corpse, and the sticky and moist touch spread to the whole body with the nerve endings.

For a moment, no one said a word.

However, what he didn't know was that the pseudo-Sao Toshio kid who was inexplicably pulled into the study was also full of horror—

As one of the most common ghosts in this house, he just came to the yard for a walk as usual and was thrown to the ground by a boy of his own height. The latter is like a crazy monkey, screaming while grabbing his face with his hands, because the other person rolled his eyes so hard that even an eyeball fell on his face.

The child was scared to cry at the time. Can a normal person roll his eyes out?

What was even more frightening was that he was about to struggle, but a stranger flew out from nowhere. He didn't know what was yelling in his mouth, and kicked the boy to pieces.

Kicked to pieces.

Broken.

Up.

Together with what is broken, there is the child's unformed worldview.

At this moment, when he and Dracula face each other's eyes, they look at the tall and sturdy figure and sharp face of the other party in a panic, only feeling cold all over.

The blond young man looked cold, and his **** red eyes drooped lightly, as if thinking about how to swallow him alive, his unangered temperament added a charming and mysterious charm to him.

Heaven and earth! How can there be such a handsome, stalwart and cruel person in the world who can divide people into pieces with just a kick? He is really scared!

The place where the hand touched the hand seemed to be electrified, and the two of them trembled crazily. When the frequency converges, I don't even notice that everyone is shaking.

They just stared at each other motionlessly, each with a ghostly heart and fighting with the air, the scene can be said to have entered an extremely intense white-hot stage.

In the end, the angel broke the embarrassment with a loud voice, because he had witnessed all the ins and outs, and his tone was confused with a little hesitation: "Mr. Dracula, Lingxi he..."

Dracula gave him a tearful look, his voice and body shaking together: "Yes, it's outside."

The boy also secretly glanced at him tearfully, and roared in his heart: "Your friend named Lingxi has been kicked to pieces by this guy! Run! He is definitely a violent man!"

Before he opened his mouth trembling, he saw an even more devastating scene.

The gentle and elegant blond elder brother opened the door gently, and the moonlight of the whole garden seeped into the house like running water. In the dark shadow of the eaves, there are a few broken body parts slowly creeping on the ground like reptiles. The difficulty and slowness of the movement can be described as men and women tears, and can't bear to look directly at them.

The most eye-catching thing is the trembling and rolling head. Perhaps it was because I heard the sound of the door being opened, my head suddenly turned around, the eye socket was empty without one eyeball, and the other eyeball was full of spiteful hatred, staring straight at everything in the study. people.

Then the head laughed miserably, dragging every word long: "Kill you—"

Child: Died again on the spot.

This is too scary! That is definitely the look in the eyes that wants to break people into pieces! Are ghosts so scary now! He has lived for so long, and he only dared to jump in front of human beings to scare them!

The angel walked out of the room door in a slightly astonished expression, carefully splicing each piece together.

Lingxi's body gradually formed in his hands, probably because he had not yet adapted to the complete body, his arms and calves showed a twisted posture like a water snake. Following his smirk, he moved into the study step by step, making joint collisions from time to time. .

Can't go back, Dracula thought.

The more back, the more guilty he appears. A masculine man can bend and stretch. Since he can hold hands with this ghostly child, he shouldn't be afraid of Lingxi. After all, Lingxi would not be more terrifying than the former.

He thought this way, pretending to be calm and turned his eyes back to the child's face—

This child has been foaming at the mouth by Lingxi's fright!

"Sixi, Xijiang, baby Xixi!"

Mr. Earl imitated the coquettish tone of the two-dimensional idol Ke Suzi, walking forward with a catwalk twisting his waist, laughing more ugly than crying: "I didn't mean it, I also risked my life to save you, hum. "

Child: Stop thinking, dumbfounded.

"Hum" this kind of weird tone is too disgusting! The cold, unblinking high-level person is set to collapse into a dregs! Could it be that this guy was not cold at all from the beginning, but was frightened to the point where his facial features became stiff?

Lingxi looked bad, smiled strangely and sadly, and turned his head creaking like a windmill in disrepair.

However, before he could speak, the angel stood between the two first: "The most important thing is to find Lin Lin and leave here. Please don't quarrel."

The angel usually looks weak and docile, as docile as a little sheep. He didn't expect to appear flustered at the moment of the crisis, but was more calm and steady than usual.

He paused, leaned over to face the child's eyes, and spoke softly like chatting in leisure time: "My child, what's your name?"

There is suffocating darkness all around, only the candle in his hand emits a warm and bright soft light.

As if it were God's most satisfying creation, the youth's facial features were so delicate that no flaws could be found. Even the moon timidly hid under his eyes, and then was swallowed up by the clear blue of the sea, leaving only a shadow that seemed like nothing.

With a faint smile, he was incompatible with everything around him, like a feather to soothe the panic and fear in the boy's heart.

The boy never looked away from him, and his voice trembled slightly: "My name is... Song Xiuxing."

"Cultivation." The angel said his name in a deep voice, "Have you ever seen a tall, thin, beautiful sister with black hair?"

Song Xiuxing shook his head.

"Didn't we hear the sound in the study before?" Lingxi looked around, his emotions had obviously stabilized, but his tone was still slightly elevated because of the undissipated anger, "Is it possible that Lin Lin is nearby?"

"That shouldn't be your friend." Song Xiuxing's voice was very small, and he dared not look at him at all. "The uncle who lives in the study likes to make noises on purpose, and then suddenly comes out to frighten them when people go in and check."

Dracula's body shrank, trying not to allow himself to appear in Lingxi's line of sight: "Since the surname is'Song', you should be the young master in the house? Wouldn't that Yin marriage be prepared for you? "

Hearing the word "yin marriage", the boy suddenly stagnated, his lips trembling uncontrollably. He subconsciously moved closer to the angel, and murmured after feeling the warm heat: "It's not me, I didn't want to harm you... This marriage cannot be married, sorry, sorry!"

"Don't be afraid, everything is over." The angel knelt down, keeping his eyes on the same level as him, and gently rubbed the back of the child's head with his right hand. "Can you tell us what happened here?"

His voice is extremely magnetic, with a reassuring power.

Song Xiuxing gradually calmed down under the caress, and Dracula couldn't help but whispered: "You are too clever to comfort people. I'm so gentle, I'm afraid I won't be able to do it in my life."

The angel was taken aback for a moment, the corners of his mouth rising slightly.

He used to spend day after day in cursing and torment, never knowing what tenderness is, until someone stuffed him with a candy that he had never tasted, and a sweetness that he had never experienced.

The closed dark world was suddenly opened, he was obsessed with gentleness itself, but also attached to gentle people.

The handsome young man smiled and looked down, seeming to think of some pleasant memories: "Probably... Lin Jia and Mo Bai taught me."

The angel was sure, but at the same moment, Lin's behavior could not be called "gentle".

She was holding Feitou's pretty long hair in one hand, and she put a dagger on the crying woman’s neck in the other. Although she had a smile on her face, she said ruthlessly in her mouth: "Remember to tell me all about one, five, and ten. If there is any forgery in the news, the two will say goodbye to Beautiful World for the second time."

"Absolutely can't fake it!"

Feitou was so frightened that he retched. After a few seconds of organizing the language, he quickly spoke: "Song Xiuyan, the eldest master of the Song family, was weak since he was a child. He dangled in a sigh of relief relying on precious medicinal materials. He died at the age of twenty. According to family customs, parents should seek a marriage for their children who died prematurely. The Song family has a lot of work, so naturally the daughter-in-law has to choose one from a hundred miles. After going back and forth, the young lady from the Ye family in the west is chosen."

The young master's body is really bad.

Concubine Lin nodded thoughtfully and listened to her to continue.

"The Ye family is a well-known scholarly family, and Miss Ye is also a talented young girl who became famous. It is a pity that the owner of the family gambled all day and defeated the family fortune. In the end, he actually wanted to sell his daughter to pay off the debt." Quite subconsciously trembled, her facial features became visibly tight, "The lady is proud of her heart, and of course she would not be willing to marry a dead person, so she cast a well the night before the wedding. Since then, her undead has been haunted all day long. Here, we are still trapped in this ghost place after we die, so we can't survive and die."

"According to what you said, she should only avenge all the masters and madams of the master, why did she also bring so many servants?" Lin Yu narrowed her eyes and muttered to herself in a low voice, "Unspeakable tongue, Is it okay to cut it off?"

"Don't don't!" Feitouman replied crying, "After buying Miss Ye into Song's house, in order to prevent her from running away, the master gave a death order, claiming that as long as she catches her and escapes, he will get a considerable amount of money. Bonus. For this money, some friends and I deliberately approached Miss Ye, pretended to sympathize with her and encouraged her to flee, and then notified the master of the matter when the plan was implemented. The master had a bad temper and caught her back and beat her severely. It took almost half of his life in one meal."

The woman took a deep breath and added in a low voice: "The young master was not favored during his lifetime. Since then, Miss Ye's status has become even lower. Even Jia Ding can bully her. many."

Concubine Lin didn't know what to say for a while.

It must be a very desperate situation. The former high-ranking daughter fell into the mud and had to be locked in a deep house compound and reduced to the wife of a corpse. Finally, I met a trustworthy and kind-hearted person, but he was betrayed when he was about to escape from the cage. The freedom at his fingertips was destroyed in one fell swoop, and all hope was an illusion.

"In that case, why do you hate Song Xiuyan?" She frowned, "He has nothing to do with these things, right?"

"It doesn't matter, he is clearly the origin of everything!" Feitouman screamed, "If he hasn't died, the master will not have the idea of ​​vulgar marriage, and other people will not suffer!"

Concubine Lin really didn't expect the other party to say such an answer.

They were the ones who used, humiliated, and laughed at that Miss Ye from beginning to end, but now they have ignored the evil they have done, shamelessly attributed all their sins to a dead person, and complained that he shouldn't have passed away too early.

It's really bad.

She didn't have the patience to stay any longer, so she opened the door and asked, "Where is that Miss Ye now?"

"Want to see her?" The woman who had been crying finally whispered, "She is very fierce, you are seeking your own death."

Concubine Lin smiled, and there were faint waves in Taohua's eyes: "How can I know if I see you."

At least in the matter of getting along with girls, she has never suffered.

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