I don't know why, the word "marry" of yechen made Zeng min'er's heart shrink inexplicably.

"You... Are married?"

Subconsciously, Zeng miner blurted out. The night Chen just hooked up the corner of her lips and showed a smile with unknown meaning.

"But you are not..." ghost?

"Have you heard of ghost marriage?"

Zeng min'er held a pair of big eyes and looked at yechen. In his dark eyes, there was a dull light like obsidian. After a long time, he spit out a few words:

"Then we..."

With that, Zeng min'er looked down at his red bloody wedding dress and yechen, who was also in the same suit.

The night Chen still smiled: "later, later, you will know!"

Later?

Zeng min'er pursed her lips slightly, then raised her eyes along the eyes of yechen and looked at the beautiful and intoxicating night sky.

……

Warm a person back home, looking at the empty room, a huge sense of emptiness, can not help but envelop her whole person.

Zi Teng said something, but he didn't say what it was. He always felt that the distance between himself and him was getting farther and farther in recent days. Although day and night were relative, he couldn't get into his heart more and more.

Watching the sky getting darker and darker, I sat warm on the sofa, finished reading the last disc, and then walked into the room. She read one book after another all night, but she didn't know what she read.

The room was also quiet and empty. Warm took a deep breath, then went to the head of the bed, took out Ann warm from the cabinet and explained what she had bought.

White candle, dagger, graphite powder.

After the things were ready, he left home warm and quietly and went to the roof.

The huge roof, under the moonlight, is particularly mysterious and quiet. Warm took out his mobile phone, drew a huge hexagram with graphite according to the picture sent by an warm, lit the white candles on the edge in turn, then went to the center of the hexagram, took a deep breath, and cut a wound on his fingertip with a dagger.

The red blood quickly penetrated along the wound and dropped on the ground. The white candles burning around were bright in an instant, and the flames ran straight as high as a person. The red fire reflected on her warm face, which set off her white face more and more.

He took a deep breath again and said a spell with Lucifer's name in it.

However, after reading the spell, he slowly opened his eyes and looked around. He found that there was nothing else except the still burning flame and the silent and mysterious moonlight.

Lucifer did not appear in front of her as usual. It was very quiet all around.

What's going on?

Warmth can't help frowning. How can it not summon Lucifer? Isn't it? What did she do wrong?

Warm carefully recalled, but did not find that what he did was inconsistent with the what Ann warm explained. But why can't she call? Obviously, she still has a contract with Lucifer. She should see him easily!

After thinking for a long time, warm decided to do it again, but no matter how carefully she did each step, the result was still the same as before.

No Lucifer, she didn't call him!

At this time, in the originally quiet air, a series of harsh bells suddenly sounded, breaking the quiet night sky in an instant.

The warmth could not help but arouse a spirit, and the white dagger in his hand could not help falling to the ground.

Warm quickly stopped the bleeding wound on his hand, took out his mobile phone, looked at the name of jubilant jumping on the screen, and suddenly a spirit came from the bottom of his heart. She tried her best to calm herself down and make her voice sound normal. After a while, she slowly pressed the answer button:

"Zi Teng?"

"Where is it?"

At the other end of the phone, Ziteng's voice was low. Although he couldn't see it, he could hear the warmth. Ziteng's expression on his face must be bad at this time.

"Oh! I'm walking outside. Are you back?"

"Yes!"

"I'll go home right away! Have you eaten?"

"Yes!"

"Oh!"

Warmth didn't know what to say. Zi Teng's voice was cold, with obvious alienation and sullen anger. The hand holding the phone could not help tightening. Fortunately, the next second, Ziteng hung up the phone first, otherwise she really didn't know what to do.

Hang up the phone, warm and simple, clean up the roof, and hide the white candle, graphite and dagger in a hidden corner. Just leave at ease.

When he got home, he found that Ziteng had been sitting on the sofa with a burning cigarette between his middle finger and index finger. Most of the cigarette had burned. It seemed that he had been back for a long time.

Warm seldom sees Ziteng smoking, so he knows that he will smoke only when he has something in his heart.

Ziteng didn't turn on the light. The light in the living room was a little dark, and only a few shallow moonlight penetrated in. Ziteng's slender figure stood on the sofa, quiet, like a perfect sculpture, and like the God walking down from the top of the snow mountain. It was cold and not close.

Warm and stunned, the steps standing at the door couldn't help but stop in place.

Such a child Teng, such a cold and inaccessible child Teng, such a child Teng with a cold breath all over her, she suddenly felt a little strange.

It's been a long time!

It's been a long time. Ziteng hasn't been like this!

In his heart, suddenly Teng felt a dull pain, warm and hurried to Zi Teng, squatted down, looked up at Zi Teng's severe face, and asked anxiously:

"Zi Teng, what's the matter with you?"

Zi Teng didn't answer immediately. His thin and sexy lips closed in a straight line, the lines of his jaw tightened clearly, and his deep black eyes were hidden in the dark.

Such a child makes me feel warm and surprised:

"Zi Teng, what's the matter with you? What happened?"

Her hands clung to Zi Teng's arms, but she couldn't feel any temperature on him.

Zi Teng slowly raised his eyes and looked at the worried face of the warm cloth. After a long time, he slowly opened his lips and said to the warmth word by word:

"Warm! Get out of here!"

Leave?

Zi Teng's words were like a heavy hammer, which hit her warm heart hard. For a time, she forgot to respond. Just those eyes, but full of unbelievable.

Why?

Why let her leave? What does he mean by leaving?

It seems that he guessed the idea of warmth in his heart. Zi Teng lowered his eyelids, snuffed out the cigarette end in his hand, and quietly removed the warm hand from his arm:

"Leave! I said, you leave!"

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