My boyfriend is not a human being? It’s over. I love him even more!

Chapter 189 The pollen you spray... is nothing? (9)

Ming Buchang was indeed very interested in the beautiful Chu Xiang. The moment he saw Chu Xiang for the first time, he had an urge to make Chu Xiang his model.

But this was not enough to make him willing to stay in this remote town.

The real reason why he wanted to stay in the town longer was that he saw business opportunities.

Peng Xueer has gained great popularity through live broadcasts with the words "Lusen Town" mentioned. There are many people in the live broadcast room who give gifts and seek excitement. Since Peng Xueer can do it, why can't he?

At dusk, the street is divided into two by the shadows of trees and the light, as if it is the boundary between yin and yang, and the atmosphere is the best.

"Hello everyone, I am Long Tiao Potato, a new blogger. I will bring you the latest situation of Green Forest Town in the future. Welcome to follow me!"

Ming Bu often wears a black mask and greets the audience on the screen.

[I heard there are ghosts in Green Forest Town, is it true? 】

[Didn’t they say that people often die in Green Forest Town? There must be something wrong! ]

[I heard there is a treasure in the forest of Green Forest Town. Let’s go treasure hunting live! ]

As a newcomer who just started live streaming, there were suddenly hundreds of viewers in the live broadcast room, which is considered a lot of people.

Ming Buchang was always happy in his heart. This was all the result of the three words "Lusen Town". It showed that he had indeed grasped the code to wealth.

Ming Buchang cleared his throat and said, "Of course I will go treasure hunting, but I have to prepare in advance. If my family has gifts, please support me so that I can buy all the equipment as soon as possible to go on adventures for everyone!"

He asked for gifts directly, but some people actually gave him a few cheap gifts.

Ming Buchang thought that he would become a big blogger in no time, but suddenly he noticed a strange comment.

[Why is there always a black fog behind? ]

Ming Buchang frowned and looked back.

Under the street light that had not yet been turned on, there was a dark shadow. Upon closer inspection, it was not fog, but a squatting figure.

Ming Bu was always worried about affecting his live broadcast, so he could only walk out of the camera, come under the street light, and say: "Can you please move away? You are affecting my work."

The squatting man did not answer.

Judging from his figure, this is a young man, all black from head to toe. He is wearing a hoodie and his face is hidden in the shadows. One can only see a pale hand holding a branch, writing crooked words on the ground.

Of course, his handwriting was not beautiful, like that of a primary school student who had just learned to write. He held a branch with one hand and had no posture to hold a pen at all.

Ming Buchang frowned even more deeply. He felt that he was being polite. Seeing the frail figure squatting there, he straightened his chest and raised his voice a few notches.

"Hey, didn't you hear me?"

The pale hand kept grasping the branch, drawing horizontal and vertical lines on the ground, but they were crooked and not very pretty.

The street lights came on, and the black figure became clearer.

Ming Bu often saw the boy covered in dirt and dust, and a look of disdain appeared on his face. "Hey, little beggar, I told you to stay away, didn't you hear me?"

The branch stopped and there was silence for a moment.

Chu Xiang walked out of a house. She declined the old lady's invitation to stay for dinner, said goodbye to her, and walked quickly towards the direction of the street lights.

It turned out that not long ago, she met an acquaintance who always went to the health center. The old lady said that she felt a little uncomfortable, so she went to her house to measure her blood pressure. Chu Xiang was getting closer and closer to the figure under the light, and her steps were getting faster and faster. In the end, she couldn't help but shout: "Fang Yun!"

The boy squatting on the ground like a mushroom suddenly raised his head, and his pale face suddenly showed a lively look, "Xiangxiang!"

He threw away the branch, stood up impatiently, ran towards the direction where she was rushing towards him, steadily caught her body, buried his face in her neck, and laughed out loud, "Hehehe".

Chu Xiang's ears were itchy, and his heart couldn't help but feel itchy too, so he took off his hood, exposing his handsome face to the interweaving moonlight and street lights, and the stars hidden in his eyes lit up.

She rubbed his cold face and said, "I'm sorry for making you wait here for so long. It must be boring."

He nodded and blinked, "Boring."

Chu Xiang patted the dust on his clothes and said, "What did you do? You made yourself so dirty."

Fang Yun looked around with his dark eyes, as if to see if anyone was peeping. When he found that there was no one else, he carefully unzipped his coat and took out the good things he had hidden inside.

"Little Strawberry, this is for Xiangxiang."

It was a bright red raspberry. He didn't know what it was called, but because Chu Xiang had taken him to eat strawberries, he called this small wild fruit that looked like a strawberry "little strawberry".

Chu Xiang looked towards the hillside at the edge of the road.

The vegetation in Lusen Town is particularly dense. Both sides of the road are either hillsides or valleys, overgrown with weeds, various wild flowers, and various small fruits.

On the hillside not far away, a pile of weeds had obviously been disturbed. One could imagine that someone had gotten in not long ago and was probably rummaging through the bushes like a small animal, just to find these beautiful little red fruits.

Chu Xiang grabbed his hand and gently touched the small bloody wound on his finger caused by the thorns.

Maybe it was because of the light, the blood that seeped out was an eerie black, forming a huge color contrast with the small red fruit lying in his palm.

Chu Xiang asked softly: "Does it hurt?"

Fang Yun tilted his head, staring at Chu Xiang's face with his dark eyes. He knew he should say it didn't hurt, but driven by an inexplicable emotion, he said: "It hurts."

The voice was soft, with a slight rise at the end, revealing a sense of grievance and a bit of coquettishness.

Chu Xiang stood on tiptoe and hugged him, her arms around his neck, and imitated him, rubbing his cheek, "Don't do anything that hurts yourself in the future."

Fang Yun felt surprised. He understood why this happened, but he still bent his body, resting his chin on her shoulder, as if he was a dodder clinging to her body, and asked simply: "Why?"

"Nonsense, of course I'll feel bad!"

Fang Yun pursed the corners of his lips, unable to suppress it, and raised them into a beautiful arc. He grabbed the hem of Chu Xiang's skirt with his fingers, circling it on his fingertips, and uttered a low "oh".

"Xiangxiang loves me, so I can't get hurt. If I get hurt, you will also get hurt."

"You're the only one who talks too much!" Chu Xiang grabbed his hand and led him back, "Go back and wash yourself, and don't play around anymore!"

Fang Yun said "Oh" again obediently, as if he had been taught a lesson. However, when he brought the beautiful little fruit to Chu Xiang's mouth, she glanced at him and still ate it without disgust.

Fang Yun's eyes sparkled.

The phone on the side was running low on battery, but it was still working hard.

[Strange, where is the blogger? ]

When the moonlight was bright, on the hillside, a corpse with its eyes gouged out was lying in a pile of weeds in a twisted posture, clutching its own eyeballs in its bloody hands. The smell of blood filled the air, bringing a new eerie atmosphere.