Chapter 13: Demonic Jiao·I was scared to tears

Ling Yun admonished Zhou Zhi's horrified head and raised it in front of Jiang Xiyu: "And I find the fracture of this head is very interesting. Senior sister, do you want to touch it?"

But she was off guard when she saw a head with bleeding features hanging in front of her. Jiang Xiyu backed away in shock: "No need!" She closed her eyes tightly and stuttered when she spoke: "Well, you have a lot of experience in this area.

Just touch it yourself." She didn't even dare to touch a freshly slaughtered chicken, let alone touch a human head with her own hands. Just thinking about the touch under her hands, Jiang Xiyu felt like she was about to faint.

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The girl's tight voice seemed unusually abrupt. She looked like a wooden sculpture, stiffly shaking her head and waving her hands. Ling Yunjian raised the corners of her mouth thoughtfully.

"Junior brother?"

After saying this for a long time, no reply from Ling Yun was heard, and the room suddenly became quiet.

"You, why are you ignoring me?" Jiang Xiyu was a little flustered. He opened his eyes with trembling eyelashes, only to find that Ling Yunjian in front of him was gone, while Zhou Zhi's head was placed on the case, with a pair of white eyes stiff.

facing directly towards himself.

Guessing that Ling Yunjian deliberately left herself and the head alone in the room, Jiang Xiyu was speechless. If she was afraid of the existence of the head, she would have fainted when Mrs. Zhou rolled it at her feet. Yes.

Ling Yunjian's childish intimidation tactics made her feel more angry.

"If you don't come out, I will tell Senior Sister Bai that you bully me!"

Still no one spoke, only the branches and leaves outside the window rustled into my eardrums.

Impatient to play this boring hide-and-find game with him, Jiang Xiyu said loudly: "Don't come out? Then don't blame me for going to complain to Senior Sister Bai." Then she turned around and left the room.

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"Wait!" A reluctant voice sounded weakly from behind.

Little boy, I still can't control you. The corners of Jiang Xiyu's mouth raised, and while turning around, he warned in a crisp voice: "I won't do this next time, or wait until I see Bai."

The girl's clear voice suddenly stopped, her smart eyes lost color in an instant, and her whole person seemed to have had her soul extracted and turned into a stiff puppet.

When Jiang Xiyu turned around, she saw that the head that had been lying quietly on the wooden table had followed her behind her at some point. Its white eyes rolled around in the blood-filled eye sockets, and its mouth opened and closed making strange sounds.

Voice: "Why don't you touch my neck?"

The moment the head made a sound, Jiang Xiyu felt that her heartbeat had stopped. She could imagine the immovable human head as a wax figure, and the plaster hypnotized herself, but now it flew in front of her and rolled her eyes and asked herself: Why don't you want to

it!

Unprecedented fear filled her spirit, and silent screams set off waves in her mind.

Zhou Zhi's head was grinning, and his facial features were weird as he continued: "Master Jiang Xian, can you bear to leave me here with my head alone? Why don't you touch me."

"No!" A hoarse, lung-splitting scream came out of Jiang Xiyu's mouth. The head smiled strangely, and slowly approached, trying to touch her face! Jiang Xiyu covered her face tremblingly, and jumped out a few times in despair.

Trembling voice: ". Ling. Yun. Remonstrance." Black Heart Lotus! "Help me" you uncle!

The girl's fragile and helpless voice came, Ling Yunjian's heart skipped a beat, and he raised his hand to throw the hanging head back onto the long table.

Quickly walking to Jiang Xiyu's side, Ling Yunjian felt helpless for the first time in his life: "...I'm here."

A familiar voice sounded. Jiang Xiyu's thoughts slowly calmed down, but she still didn't dare to put down her hands covering her face. She asked in a trembling voice: "Where's your head?"

Ling Yun admonished: "It has been put back."

".real?"

"Um."

Putting down her hand, Jiang Xiyu opened her eyes, but tears could not control overflowing from her dull almond eyes.

The candlelight in the room swayed gently, and the orange candlelight illuminated the girl's red eyes, and the crystal tears reflected the beautiful brilliance.

Ling Yunjian panicked. He actually bullied someone into tears! He asked uncomfortably, "Are you okay?" The girl's eyes were filled with tears, and she was obviously frightened.

"No." Jiang Xiyu's voice trembled, her red eyes stared at him, angry and aggrieved: "I don't want to see you now, stay away from me!"

"." Ling Yunjian's face froze, he endured it, and said in a good temper: "Then I'll go out first?"

"Wait a minute." Jiang Xiyu quickly grabbed his sleeve and called him pitifully: "My legs are weak. Please help me out and relax."

Ling Yun admonished:

The wind has long since stopped, and the moonlight shining through the thin clouds seems to be covered with a hazy veil, adding a soft filter to the flowers and trees in the courtyard.

The two people stood side by side under the corridor, and the indoor candlelight shone on them from behind the window. The girl sobbed softly and slowly, and the boy nervously held up a handkerchief and waited for her to wipe her tears.

"I just went too far." Seeing that her eyes were red and even the tip of her nose was red, she really turned into a rabbit. Ling Yunjian raised his hands in surrender: "I will never scare you again." This was the first time he discovered that this world

And there is such a girl who can cry. In just one stick of incense, he didn't know how many times he used his spiritual power to evaporate the brocade handkerchief dry.

Jiang Xiyu ignored him and took the steamed-dry handkerchief, wiping her tears. When the handkerchief was completely soaked, she threw it back into Ling Yunjian's arms with "coldness".

Ling Yunjian let her drive her without any complaints, and skillfully used his spiritual power to steam the veil.

Turning the brocade handkerchief over and continuing to dry it with spiritual power, Ling Yunjian suddenly asked: "It's just, what have you practiced in these years, and you didn't even notice that I used the lowest-level object-controlling technique on that head?

, and even scared myself to tears. With your qualifications and talents, why would Master accept you as his disciple?"

I also want to know what 'I' have learned in the past ten years! As for why the dignified head of Tianchi Mountain accepted 'me', a useless apprentice, it is probably because a third-rate author needs a tool to promote the plot. As for this tool

Do you think a third-rate author would consider the rationality of human existence?

You think everyone looks like you, the villain and the second male boss, and the portrait alone fills three pages.

Thinking of this, she became even more angry. She squeezed out a few tears and wetted the handkerchief before throwing it into Ling Yunjian's arms.

It was a rare opportunity to figure out a villain. She looked at the 'obedient' Black Heart Lotus calmly. The boy lowered his head, his long curved eyelashes trembled slightly, casting a curved shadow under his eyes. The tip of his nose was straight, and his lips were thin and red.

He has a smooth and clean jaw line. He is like a red plum in the snow, with a cold and frosty aura under his stunning face.

However, at this time, he looked serious and cautious, staring at a slightly wet brocade handkerchief placed on the palm of his hand. After a while, the handkerchief began to faintly float with a faint steam, and the scene looked very destructive of the madness of the future villain.

Jiang Xiyu finally felt relieved: If I don’t cry hard once, you really treat me like dough that anyone can knead!

She was really scared to cry by the 'moving and talking' head at first, but she found that Hei Xinlian felt a little guilty because of this, so she simply let herself cry. Seeing his helpless appearance, she just felt that these days

The feeling of frustration has dissipated a lot.

Another dry handkerchief was handed to his hand obediently, but, "Ling Yunjian, I didn't expect you to be quite girly." Jiang Xiyu looked at the light purple brocade handkerchief in his hand, with a few small white flowers embroidered on it.

The bare handkerchief she threw away after wiping the blood was simply too delicate. Jiang Xiyu curiously touched the embroidery: "Are roses embroidered on it?"

Ling Yunjian stared at the handkerchief in her hand expressionlessly for a long time, then said coldly: "I don't know, I picked it up." Then he stretched out his hand: "You can return it to me after you use it."

I don’t know if Senior Sister Bai knew that she had lost a handkerchief. Anyway, she had relieved herself, so Jiang Xiyu accepted it and handed the brocade handkerchief back to him.

Suddenly, there seemed to be a feeling of heat in her arms. She took out the heat source and took a look. She found that the dial that had been unresponsive suddenly kept swinging the pointer.

The two were stunned for a moment, then looked at each other: "Devil dragon!"

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