Cute little demon: emperor, please spare me

The night is already deep, and the whole Haida has been addicted to the night. Occasionally, the meow of a few running wild cats disturbed the silence of the moment.

Xia Qingluo's four girls' dormitories in Lanxi are also hidden by the night.

Lying in bed, Xia Qingluo slowly touched her abdomen, where the scar left by the operation for appendicitis was gone.

She smiled. Her family is still a scar spirit.

Such a man is really necessary for home travel.

With boundless love in her heart, Xia Qingluo bent her mouth, closed her eyes, started her divine consciousness, closed her five senses, and let herself fall into deep sleep.

At this time, Shen Xin in the bedroom on the fourth floor of the same building was suddenly awakened in her sleep. Her roommates fell asleep and slept very heavily. She couldn't even hear the sound of breathing. There was a kind of airtight silence around.

Shen Xin turned over and wanted to go to sleep.

A creaking sound suddenly sounded. It was as if the door had wiped the floor. Shen Xin rubbed her eyes and looked at the door.

But this look suddenly sleepless, the bedroom door was opened!

The door opened a little, revealing a long crack, and the light in the corridor outside the house crept up along the crack and sprinkled a light on the door.

Shen Xin clearly remembers that she closed the door herself, but how could she suddenly open it herself? An unspeakable fear rose in her heart.

A feeling of suffocation spread to her in an instant.

In the hot summer, Shen Xin burst out a thin layer of cold sweat. But just then she suddenly heard a slow footsteps in the corridor. The sound was very strange, like the sound of shoes rubbing on the ground.

Footsteps came closer and closer, as if running towards their bedroom.

Shen Xin's face was completely bloodless. She brushed the quilt over her head.

Shivering all over.

At this time, the strange footsteps seemed to disappear. Shen Xingang was relieved, but unexpectedly, the sound suddenly reappeared in their bedroom!

But there was no movement to open the door at all, as if drilling in along the narrow gap.

Footsteps rustled slowly in their bedroom, and then suddenly stopped in front of Shen Xin's bed. Shen Xin faced the wall and curled up into the quilt. She clutched the quilt tightly and trembled all over.

Without the rustling sound of dragging the floor, there was a shadow standing quietly in front of Shen Xin's bed in the dark, with cold and wet eyes staring at her silently.

The roommates seemed to be in a coma, unaware, and immersed in sleep.

Just as Shen Xin was about to collapse, the figure in front of Shen Xin's bed suddenly spoke, "Shen Xin! Shen Xin! Shen Xin..."

She has been calling Shen Xin's name mechanically. Her voice is very cold, hard and cold. Her tone has not changed, has no ups and downs, and has no emotion.

But the voice seemed to wipe her ears. Shen Xin's nerves stretched on a line, tears almost flowed all over her face, and her hands were clenched together. Close your eyes tightly and recite quickly, "Amitabha, I'm sorry, Amitabha, I'm sorry, Amitabha, I'm sorry..."

Shen Xin doesn't know why she says she's sorry.

But the thing in front of the bed who didn't know whether it was a person or a ghost seemed to hear Shen Xin's silent voice, stopped reading Shen Xin's name and began to giggle.