Nightmare Attack - v3 Chapter 1127 2 lovesickness and snow

The fair face, the faint willow eyebrows, the delicate lips under the bridge of the delicate nose, the lips are slightly opened, and the breath that exhales makes people fascinated.

A pair of bright eyes captured the soul, and when the eyes met, Jiang Cheng was actually speechless.

Being watched by Jiang Cheng like this, a shyness appeared on the woman's cheeks.

The next moment, Jiang Cheng recovered from his trance.

He can be sure that the woman definitely used some kind of charm-like ability on him, otherwise his resistance would never have been so low.

Slowly, the woman's lips twitched, as if she was blaming Jiang Cheng for not being active enough, but she leaned forward and stuck to Jiang Cheng's body.

Jiang Cheng could hear the sound of his heartbeat. He couldn't figure out why he had violated the taboo, but the Ghost Bride had no intention of killing him.

Did this skin bag save him?

Lu Jianli?

When he couldn't figure it out, he simply didn't think about it. Jiang Cheng stabilized his mind, gently supported the woman's body, leaned against her, and sat on the edge of the bed.

"Ma'am." Jiang Cheng hugged the woman's thin waist, put it against her ear, and blew lightly, "But... the strange husband neglected you?"

The woman's eyes were filled with resentment, but it was only a moment before it was washed down by a stream of spring water, and then she gently shook her head.

Jiang Cheng smiled, lowered his head slowly, pressed against the woman's cheek, and rubbed slightly, "Ma'am, husband, I am the new court investigator, and I know that the lady is also quite skilled in choosing words. Tonight, you and I will sing along and have a good time. how?"

The woman's smart eyes blinked after hearing this, and finally she gently tapped her chin.

Great to be able to procrastinate again!

Just when the woman wanted to stand up, she was suddenly stopped by Jiang Cheng. The next second, the woman was picked up by the waist and walked all the way to the table.

There was a bottle of wine on the table, and some food was placed in red paper.

The woman sat on Jiangcheng's lap, and all kinds of spring sunshine appeared, and the fragrance through the wedding dress was like poison.

After thinking for a moment, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the red hijab thrown on the bed. Jiang Cheng stretched out his finger and dipped it lightly in the wine glass, and then wrote a line on the table in vigorous and powerful fonts: The three-foot red curtain especially covers his face.

Immediately, the corner of his mouth looked at the beautiful woman in his arms with a smile, which was very provocative.

Unexpectedly, the woman quickly learned his movements, slender fingers lightly touched the wine, and immediately added on the other side: Half an inch of lovesickness was turned into ashes.

The three-foot red curtain especially covers the face, and half an inch of lovesickness is turned to ashes.

Jiang Cheng couldn't help frowning, but it wasn't because of how appropriate this sentence was, but because he sighed at the woman's persistence, and the backlog of resentment in his heart.

The candles were dimly lit, and a man and a woman dressed in costumes were chanting and composing poems.

But if you look closely, you can see the clues, and neither of them left a shadow on the ground.

Jiang Cheng always had some doubts, but he couldn't ask. He guessed that the paper figure named Lu Jianli could really be explained by coincidence.

Could someone really draw a face exactly like himself out of thin air?

Or... have these shady people ever seen themselves? In a moment he may never understand.

Jiang Cheng's eyes became strange. He remembered that Lin Wan'er had mentioned that he was not a human being, but was accepted by the old president from another world, that is... through this bus.

Looking at the beautiful woman in front of him, Jiang Cheng couldn't help but be in a trance. Perhaps at a certain moment in the past, he really had an intersection with this world, these people.

It's a pity that the death of those who have been beaten and those who are underworld has completely become a mystery.

......

"How about it?"

"I didn't hear it."

"Listen carefully, why did I hear something shaking?"

"Huh?" Du Moyu almost put half of his face on the wall, "Really, rich brother, don't you lie to me?"

Fatty and Du Moyu, one on the left and one on the right, all pressed their ears to the wall, and the wall near Jiangcheng's room was listening excitedly in the corner.

"Brother Wu, aren't you curious about the situation on the doctor's side?" Du Moyu turned his head and asked.

Wu shook his head and looked disdainful of being with him. He was weird, how could he have such a low-level interest.

The fat man stood up a little, and said with a tone of embarrassment that pierced him: "That... no brother, why don't you come over and listen to us, you said that in the middle of the night, your right ear is bigger than the left one. Several times, it's still moving towards us, isn't it... is it a little scary?"

Du Moyu felt the same way.

Hearing Yanwu's face was a little embarrassed, and his ears instantly returned to normal, but it was never possible to admit such a thing.

"I said, did you hear anything?" Fatty asked.

"Is that the creaking, embarrassing shaking of the bed?" Du Moyu's expression was very excited.

After a while, Wu shook his head.

Du Moyu was deeply regretful, while Fatty heaved a sigh of relief.

He reminded Wu that if there is such a sound, he must go to save people immediately, without delaying for a second, one step later, for fear that the doctor will not be able to insist on that time.

At this moment, the doctor and the woman are standing in front of the window, looking at the scenery outside through the window.

After this period of contact, Jiang Cheng slowly let go of his guard against the ghost bride.

Most importantly, of course, time is running out.

It's almost dawn.

"It's actually snowing." Jiang Cheng looked at the snowflakes fluttering outside the window and couldn't help but be surprised. How could it be snowing in this month?

The ghost bride snuggled in his arms, as if predicting that Jiangcheng would leave him, feeling the last tenderness.

"Two places of lovesickness are drenched in snow, and this life is also considered a white head."

When this sentence appeared on the wall, Jiang Cheng understood that the ghost bride had already broken his mind and knew that he was determined to leave.

Is this the ghost bride's ability, or a woman's sixth sense, Jiang Cheng is not sure.

He lowered his head and opened his mouth slightly, wanting to say something to explain to the ghost bride, but the next second, a cool lips kissed him, and a pair of arms wrapped tightly around his neck, full of fragrance.

......

Its daybreak.

Fatty and the others waited anxiously in front of the door, and as the door was pushed open, Jiang Cheng walked out.

The clothes are still neat, Du Moyu looked up and down suspiciously, wondering if he had just sorted it out.

Only Jiang Cheng was alone, and the figure of the ghost bride... disappeared.

There was a hint of lost emotion on Jiang Cheng's face, and as he walked, there was a faint sound of bells.

Without speaking, a few people left the Wu family mansion. As soon as they walked out the door, they saw a bus parked on the dirt road at the entrance of the village.

The ghost knows how this car got into the village.

Fatty followed Jiang Cheng and walked towards the bus. Suddenly, he found that a red rope was exposed on Jiang Cheng's wrist, and a delicate bell was tied to the red rope.

It's... the ghost bride's bell! He recognized it immediately.

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