Dead Soul Island: The scheming childhood sweetheart seduces the aloof beauty

Ruan Qing froze on the spot, her emotions, which she had been preparing, were swallowed back by Ji Xingyi's words. Is this guy a straight man of the universe level?

Ji Xingyi: "If you don't leave, you'll just stay here and wait to die!"

Left with no other option, Ruan Qing reluctantly left under the oppressive gaze of Ji Xingyi, giving Jiang Lin a resentful look at the end.

Only the two of them remained in the corridor. Jiang Lin smiled meaningfully and said, "You'll never find a girlfriend if you keep going like this."

"Crying and whining is annoying." Ji Xingyi and Chen Jiangqiao shared the same opinion on this point. Suddenly remembering something, Ji Xingyi frowned slightly: "Jiang Lin, you don't like this, do you?"

Jiang Lin shrugged: "Tears are also a good method."

"Really?" Ji Xingyi asked on a whim, bowing slightly. Although Jiang Lin was 1.8 meters tall, Ji Xingyi, who was 1.9 meters tall, was still a head taller. She leaned close to Jiang Lin and stared into his beautiful eyes.

He seemed to have never seen Jiang Lin cry.

What would happen if Jiang Lin cried in front of me?

This idea instantly stimulated Ji Xingyi's brain nerves, a surge of heat rushed from his heart, and his eyes instantly became agitated.

Suddenly I feel a little...want to watch it.

The castle was very large, with numerous auxiliary staircases in addition to the main staircases on the east and west sides, creating a complex network of passageways. Ding Xuehui had been following Xu Enxi, but suddenly lost sight of her at a corner.

In addition to wall lamps, there are white reliefs of little cherubs on both sides of the wide corridor, and a beautiful oil painting hangs between the two reliefs.

Ding Xuehui knew very little about Western art, limited to internationally renowned paintings such as "The Last Supper," "Mona Lisa," and "Water Lilies," among other well-known works.

This painting made Ding Xuehui feel very uncomfortable. It depicted a scene of war, bloodshed, darkness, and slaughter, which did not seem like a good omen.

Ding Xuehui took a deep breath and turned to find a hiding place. In this environment, her footsteps were particularly noticeable.

With little time to spare, I found a nearby room to hide in, only to discover upon entering that it was a library.

Books? Ding Xuehui looked at the countless books and thought of the quest item. Could "The Sleeping Girl" be a book?

Looking at the sea of ​​English letters, Ding Xuehui sighed. If the props were hidden here, probably only Zheng Zhaonan, the translator, would be able to find them.

As you walk deeper into the library, the strong smell of paper and ink tells visitors how old these books are.

Ding Xuehui slowed her pace and finally found a wooden box in a hidden corner. When she opened it, she found it was full of miscellaneous items. Roughly estimating its size, she estimated that it could probably hide a person.

After clearing the items out, Ding Xuehui stepped inside. Just as she was about to crawl in, she suddenly remembered Wang Liang's joke, and a bloody scene flashed through her mind:

The maid dragged a rusty iron axe into the library. She spotted a wooden crate in the corner, a terrifying smile spreading across her face. She cleaved the crate in two with the iron axe, cutting the girl hiding inside in half at the waist!

No! We can't hide inside! Ding Xuehui was terrified by her own fantasy and broke out in a cold sweat.

Although the punishment for getting caught while playing hide-and-seek is currently unknown, it's always better to avoid getting caught.

Ding Xuehui decisively abandoned this hiding place, searched for a long time, and finally her gaze landed on the tall bookshelf.

The bookshelves in the library are a dark brown color, each one tall and thick, with two stacked on top of each other in the corner.

As the saying goes, "the darkest place is under the lamp!"

The bookshelves shouldn't be visible from the top, right? Luckily, I'm wearing light blue jeans and a matching blue sweater today, so getting up shouldn't be too difficult. Just as Ding Xuehui was looking for a place to stand, she heard Ruan Qing's voice behind her.

"Sister Xuehui!" Ruan Qing ran after her.

"Keep your voice down!" Ding Xuehui immediately covered Ruan Qing's mouth.

Ruan Qing nodded hurriedly and whispered, "Have you found a place to hide someone?"

A hint of disgust flashed in Ding Xuehui's eyes, but then a thought suddenly struck her, and she pointed to the junk box in the corner: "I'm going to hide it in the box."

Ruan Qing: "Isn't this a bit obvious?"

Ding Xuehui shook her head: "This box is very small, and I can barely fit inside. It's not easy to hide anyone from the outside. If we pile these books on top, it won't be noticeable. Besides, we don't have time. The castle is so big, the maid probably won't check every corner."

Ruan Qingyue found it increasingly reasonable, and with a quick glance around her eyes, she said to Ding Xuehui in a coquettish tone, "Sister Huihui, I haven't found a place to hide yet, can you let me hide here?"

Ding Xuehui was waiting for these words, so she immediately pretended to hesitate.

Ruan Qing's eyes reddened, and she looked like she was about to cry. With a sob in her voice, she said, "Sister Huihui, please!"

Ding Xuehui feigned helplessness and instructed, "Alright, whatever you do, don't come out. I'll hide in the curtains on the side. If there's any danger, I'll lure her away. You can come out when it's safe!"

"Thank you, Sister Huihui!" Ruan Qing's eyes were full of smugness, completely unaware of the coldness in Ding Xuehui's eyes.

After clearing the contents of the storage box, Ruan Qing stepped inside. She was even smaller than Ding Xuehui, so it didn't take her much effort.

Ding Xuehui gave Ruan Qing no time to regret it, immediately closing the box and fastening the buckles on both sides.

After finishing everything, Ding Xuehui looked down on the girl in the box with a sense of satisfaction.

Acting cute? Playing the victim? Haha...

Dead green tea!

A malicious sneer spread across the girl's face.

Time seemed to pass incredibly slowly in the cramped space. Ruan Qing was petite, but even she felt uncomfortable being curled up for so long. Her legs gradually went numb, and she couldn't help but push open a small gap to get some fresh air.

As the force applied in his hands gradually increased, the box remained completely still!

Ruan Qing's expression grew increasingly grim: "Sister Huihui?"

"Ding Xuehui!" From her initial cautiousness, she began pounding on the wooden crate with both hands, finally realizing it was locked!

Ruan Qing's blood rushed to her head, and even a fool could guess who had done it. She could no longer control her expression; her innocent facade vanished, replaced by a ferocious rage as she roared, "Ding Xuehui! Let me out! Let me out!"

"Bah-"

"Ding—" Ruan Qing's angry cursing came to an abrupt halt.

Is this the sound of your voice?

Someone's here?