Missing Beauty [Unlimited Streaming]

The fire was burning vigorously, and I felt uncomfortable and weak all over.

Yu Xian urgently needs someone to stay by her side, to reassure herself that everything is fine.He thought of the indistinct fresh fragrance on that coat, and realized that it was not on him, but a heavy and cold quilt, and impatiently clutched the corner of the person beside him, with a cold expression on his face. lip.

Something clicked on her waist, and Yu Xian struggled to open her eyes, her lifeless eyes met the evil ghost lying beside her.He vaguely felt the cold soaking into his intestines, and his dizzy brain suddenly became half awake.

He Shen pressed his forehead against his, "It's so hot, will it burn to death?"

Yu Xian regained his composure, and cast a glance at him upon hearing this.

System: [Mr. Yu, don't forget your main mission. 】

He urged Yu Xian aloofly, which seemed to be a mockery of Yu Xian's powerless situation, and also seemed to be a simple and kind reminder.

Yu Xian tried to pass the development of this period of time in his mind.

First of all, the inn was submerged in endless water overnight - it has been confirmed that the water was caused by He Shen's painting, and everyone was present at that time.

Then there was the weird note that Chu Ping received. During the period, only he and Wu Huailing were present. When he first entered the dungeon, there were seven people in the hall who had contact with Chu Ping. The next morning, among the seven, Shen Zhi It was with Yang Xi, but Chu Ping acted alone for a while, and it is not ruled out who he met again, so the person who put the note is temporarily unclear.

After the female ghost appeared, Chu Ping was confirmed dead the next day. At that time, many people believed that the female ghost killed Chu Ping quietly.However, the subsequent actions of the female ghost can prove that she has a pattern every time she appears—only after the pendulum clock swings. Secondly, she always knocks on the door in order according to the room number to ask questions.It can be known that her actions are regular, and it can even be said that her way of action will not change.

As for Shen Zhizhi, after the female ghost repeatedly knocked on the door and asked questions, she broke in after getting no answer. One can imagine whether there is a breakthrough in the obscure point of knocking on the door and answering.

However, that night in Chu Ping, it was the female ghost who smiled after asking the question, and went directly into the room without making a sound.

Asking questions is a regular action, but why just enter the room?

In connection with the situation when Yang Xi died, the series of tearing, swallowing, and screaming after the female ghost entered his room door should also be the correct reaction of the person killed by the female ghost.Her way of killing is to eat.

Therefore, what is certain is that Chu Ping was definitely not killed by the female ghost.

On Qi Ye's note, 【It was Wu Huailing who killed Chu Ping. 】

Yu Xian was sweating, and He Shen brushed it away slowly for him. Seeing his brows painted like ink but stained with color, he asked, "What are you thinking?"

Yu Xian subconsciously replied, "Qi Ye."

note.

In this place, what kind of note can absorb so much water without melting? Judging from Chu Ping's appearance at that time, he could still read the words clearly...just in a flash, Yu Xian suddenly shifted his vision from Wu Huailing's body When it came to Qi Ye.

He thought of the cardboard note that Qi Ye handed him.

At first, Yu Xian thought it was a small piece of cardboard, but after thinking about it, the thickness of the cardboard is definitely not that thin.

But that rough texture... Yu Xian was familiar with it, but couldn't remember it for a while.

He Shen was furious.

He pinched Yu Xian's neck and asked him, "How dare you think about him in front of me?"

He Shen looked at the paintbrush that fell out of the quilt at this time, and let go of his hand, but the sharp edge of anger could still be vaguely seen in his pupils, "This person, stay away from him."

Yu Xian clutched his neck and coughed, it was indeed a ghost, his personality was far from that of a human.

Yu Xian no longer knows what time it is today and what time it is. He has no concept of time here, and the system is unwilling to reveal how much time is left.But now that he started reminding himself, it proved that time was running out.

The most urgent task is to quickly find the evil spirit hiding in the crowd and expose his true colors in front of everyone.

Since he was hiding in the crowd, it must not be He Shen.

But how can he get out of here?

Thinking of this ghost's frightening possessiveness, Yu Xian seemed to be in a desperate situation.

The system coaxed him: 【Would you like to give it a try before coaxing him? 】

Yu Xian murmured: "How to coax?"

System: [Your character is an infatuated person looking for the bones of his lover. 】

The arrogant, indifferent and arrogant young master, after losing his lover who was badly toyed with because of a gambling contract, only then did he realize that he was inseparable from him invisibly.

No amount of regret can stop the lack of focus in life. In the sleepless nights, the beautiful young master who has always been indifferent and never looked at his lover, did he cry softly because of the freezing temperature around him?

Yu Xian seemed to understand.

But he couldn't cry.

Yu Xian is not a person with this kind of character, he frowned in embarrassment, bit his lip again, and began to think carefully.

The indifferent beauty frowning also has a special style, and He Shen leaves and returns quietly.

He looked at the person with red-hot eyes in front of him, and saw that his eyes were half-opened and half-covered, and he still refused to close them completely, a bit like the cold snow covered by plum red branches, fragile and easy to melt , but invisible even more unforgettable.

The system's move: [You call him by his name, and your voice should be softer. 】

Yu Xian was a little confused just now when he was still using his brain intensively under the condition of fever.

He followed the system's instructions and opened his mouth, but he didn't know how to soften his voice, so he opened his lips slightly in a daze, as if asking for a kiss.

He Shen looked at the glaring red mark on his neck, which was pinched out by himself.

He paused, holding a cup of hot water in his left hand and medicine in his right.Stepping forward, his voice was cold and hard, "Xian Yu, take medicine."

Yu Xian was motionless, his ears started to ring, and he felt dizzy and weak, so how could he stretch his back to get any medicine.

He Shen was still a little angry, and a pair of malicious eyes swept him.He knew that Yu Xian was not feeling well, but He Shen still pushed him indifferently, "Get up, take medicine."

The Yu Xian he pushed was very uncomfortable, and he was dizzy, his whole body seemed to be floating in the air on a cloud and fog, unable to touch the ground, and being pushed and shoved so rudely.

Yu Xian thought of the coat that was gently draped over his body. He lowered his eyes, with a smear of red behind the corners of his eyes, and his eyelashes were covered with water, the color was like the flowers of spring dawn.

In contrast, when I was sick, I used my brain too much, and there was a large wound on the back of my hand, which made me feel sore and dizzy.

So, He Shen heard him sobbing, his voice as cold as jade lowered, it sounded like a soft and aggrieved look, "He Shen..."

He Shen felt that this scene was like a dream, and looking over it quickly, the sobbing was indeed an illusion, but the He Shen that was so soft in his heart was real.

Leaning down and no longer pushing him, the evil ghost leaned over, with greedy ghost eyes wandering on his face, "Xianxian, what do you want to say?"

Yu Xian stopped talking.

He exhaled hot air from his mouth, and the hot air sprayed on He Shen's face, like the lingering fragrance escaping from the incense cauldron, which only dazzled him.

The anger dissipated, and something turned into a young seed and took root in He Shen's heart.

He Shen swallowed a mouthful of the hot water in the cup, took the medicine in his mouth, bit Yu Xian's lip, pried open his teeth and pushed the capsule in.

Linger.

Endless aftertaste.

He walked away from the drug-smelling lips, with a low and hoarse voice: "What did you tell me to do? Aren't you still thinking about that dirty thing?"

The sharp black nails scratched Yu Xian's face, "Do you know that I'm the only one who treats you best?"

The medicine took effect very quickly, and when He Shen was finally relieved, Yu Xian's breathing had started to ease.

The medicine seemed to contain sleeping ingredients, Yu Xian loosened his hands, embraced the soft and cold quilt, and buried himself in it contentedly.

The clothes on the front were spread out, and the corners of the shirt on the back were lifted up, sticking messily on the smooth and delicate back, like the surface of white jade, bright and delicate.

He Shen looked at him with dark eyes, and reached out to help him take off his clothes and tidy them up.

He took Yu Xian's hand holding the quilt, looked at the ferocious black and red wound, stuck out the tip of his tongue and kissed it.

This kind of dirty stuff needs to be cleaned up.

There is no longer day and night in the inn.

Qi Ye came to the door as usual, squatted down, and saw that the paper stuffed in was gone.

He took out his mobile phone, turned on the flashlight, and took a picture of the crack in the door.

Fingerprints with fuzzy fingerprints appeared in front of Qi Ye.

Puckering his lips, Qi Ye confirmed that it was indeed Yu Xian who took the paper, and he was still able to communicate with the outside world.

Since there was no new news, Qi Ye stood up and patted the ashes off his body, then it was time for him to solve other problems.

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When Yu Xian woke up, there was no trace of He Shen around.

Since you have to stare at yourself and torture yourself, why do you have to disappear from time to time?

Yu Xian got off the bed, the pain in the back of his hand was no longer obvious.He touched the wound, and it was already scabbing.

He asked the system: "What's the matter with the wound?"

System: [You are very talented in acting like a baby, even though the process is unqualified. 】

Yu Xian paused, as if he passed out without saying anything.

He leaned down under the quilt, rummaged for a long time, and finally found the paintbrush.

"No paint, no ink."

After working hard for a long time, I forgot the most important thing.

At this time, he had already taken out the rough paper ball from yesterday's vase.

Unfold the ball of paper, but can't start.

The system reminded him: [Dip in water, this paintbrush changes color when dipped in water. 】

Yu Xian groped into the bathroom, moved the tip of the pen closer to the front, and listened to the water dripping down, wetting the tip of the pen.

Although he couldn't see it, he still wrote according to the words in his memory and relying on his intuition. Finally, he breathed a sigh of relief, put down the brush, and folded the paper again.

Yu Xian stuffed the paper out from under the door.

The evil spirit behind him saw everything clearly.

With blood in his eyes, He Shen asked coldly, "What did you write?"

Being caught on the spot, Yu Xian was stunned by his sudden appearance.

He withdrew his hand, and the dusty fingertips were extremely glaring in He Shen's eyes.

Yu Xian clearly realized that He Shen was going crazy again.

He is not human, he has no human moral bottom line, and he has no possibility to stop him.

Yu Xian only knows that the ghost will only focus on his own feelings when he acts recklessly.

There was a pain in his waist, and he suddenly realized that he was lying on top of the cold wooden table.

"Since you like writing, then write it." He Shen looked down at him condescendingly.

Black mist lingered on Yu Xian's wrists and ankles, and he was forced to lie down on the hard table, with his soft abdomen pressed against it, and his chest was aching.

The paintbrush was snatched by He Shen.

He gently held the paintbrush, put it to Yu Xian's mouth, and told him, "Eat it."

Yu Xian refused.

He pinched Yu Xian's face, forced him to open his mouth, put the bristled pen tip in, and fiddled with it wantonly.

The prickly mane stuck in his mouth hurt and itched, mist lingered in Yu Xian's eyes, he was extremely humiliated and unwilling to show weakness.

He didn't withdraw until the paintbrush was soaked with saliva and the mane became fluffy and soft, forcing Yu Xian to whine non-stop.

"Look, it's getting dark." He Shen's eyes were dark, and the pupils had disappeared.

The pure nigger eyes without pupils looked at him maliciously, seeing the tears in the corners of his eyes when he fell to the altar, "Ah, I forgot, you are almost blind."

Yu Xian flicked, and quickly grabbed He Shen's firm wrist, almost turning over.The next moment, his wrist turned into a puff of smoke, and the void dissipated in Yu Xian's hands. He grabbed it and was pushed back again.

"Since you want to write, you must write happily."

He Shen pressed him, and the paintbrush in his right hand dripped water, soaking the corner of Yu Xian's clothes.

He started to write, and he slowly wrote two words on his clothes, hands, feet, waist, and even neck.

He Shen.

The extreme itching, the trembling engraved into the bone marrow, Yu Xian was pressed on it, and from time to time he couldn't bear the groan because the sticky paintbrush was squeezed on the skin.

With a blank vision, Yu Xian knew that there would be a risk of being discovered, but he really didn't expect that He Shen didn't leave at all, but just watched him quietly from the side all the time, observing his every move.

Observing Yu Xian seemed to have become his habit.

Going back to the timeline of the past twice, He Shen used to quietly, lowered his footsteps, followed him, looked at him, without making a sound, as terrifying as an evil ghost staring at him.

He didn't do anything, only when he was angry or when Yu Xian was in danger, He Shen would stand up, stop and save him.

Ah, no, he is an evil spirit.

Yu Xian couldn't figure him out.

The transparent water turned into black ink, and the word "He Shen" gradually appeared on Yu Xian's white and tender neck, as if wearing a pet collar with the owner's name engraved on it.

The beautiful young man who was as cold as the first snow bit his lip out of shame. He had never experienced such a deep insult. He trembled, as if he was really about to cry.

Yu Xian really couldn't take it anymore.

But the system told him: 【Taking this opportunity, call his name softly again. 】

【If he loses his grip on you, get up and hold his clothes. 】

Yu Xian didn't care anymore.

Although he still didn't quite know what the soft voice in the system's mouth was, he closed his eyes indifferently, curled up as much as possible, stumbling, with a crying voice that seemed to be nothing, and called: "He, He Shen."

He Shen suddenly lost his strength.

The word "He Shen" on the wrist just started, and the word "Congratulations" was crossed unexpectedly, as if the word had been crossed out.

Yu Xian seized the time to turn over, holding his hand by the corner of his clothes, and said in a low voice, "He Shen..."

He Shen smiled again, rubbed the corner of Yu Xian's eyes with his unstained palm, wiped away those tears, and asked, "What's wrong?"

The system didn't teach him how to say it, Yu Xian just replied subconsciously: "I'm dying."

At the same time, two fingers stretched out from under the crack of the door and took the piece of paper out.

That was Qi Ye.