The actor's little sweetheart is soft and flirtatious

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When Fu Wangzhi felt something was wrong outside the door and rushed into the bathroom, Chuqing had already fainted to the ground.

His complexion changed, he rushed over to lift his upper body, and patted his cheek lightly: "Book...Book..."

The person in his arms didn't respond at all, so Fu Wangzhi was so anxious that he picked up the person horizontally and strode away.

Outside the operating room, Lan Ruofeng was waiting drowsily, when he saw him rushing over with someone in his arms.

Lan Ruofeng's heart skipped a beat, and he hurried to meet him.

Before he could ask a question, Fu Wangzhi quickly said, "He passed out in the bathroom."

There were no beds in the corridor, only benches. Fu Wangzhi sat down with someone in his arms. Lan Ruofeng lifted his eyelids and saw blood-red dots on both sides of his eyeballs.

It looked extremely weird.

Fu Wangzhi's face darkened: "What is this?"

Lan Ruofeng's face gradually became serious, and he didn't answer immediately, but raised his wrist.

I saw a red blood line on the white wrist, and the blood line spread from the wrist to the arm.

Lan Ruofeng's expression changed from solemn to ugly, "It's her! She's been here before!"

Upon hearing this, Fu Wangzhi knew who he was talking about without asking, and a cold light burst out from the bottom of his eyes: "What did she do to the book?"

Lan Ruofeng paused, "She pulled the soul of the book into the illusion space."

This is the first time Fu Wangzhi has heard of, "Illusory space?"

"The so-called illusion space is just like its name. Everything in it is an illusion created by the caster through some things hidden deep in the caster's heart. Once a human soul enters, it is difficult to come out. "

Fu Wangzhi clenched his fists suddenly, "Since she knows such powerful moves, why didn't she use them on me all these years?"

Lan Ruofeng looked at him, and said silently: "It's not something that can be done overnight if you want to use the illusion space. I guess she has already set her sights on the book."

Fu Wangzhi lowered his eyes slightly, looking at the sleeping person in his arms, clenched fists, nails embedded in the flesh without knowing it.

After a long time, his voice was slightly hoarse: "How to save him?"

Lan Ruofeng opened his mouth, and finally said: "As I said before, once a human soul enters the illusion space, it is difficult to get out, but it is not impossible, as long as the caster himself realizes that everything in front of him is an illusion. , it will come out naturally.”

"But you have to understand that once people are confused by everything in front of them, it is difficult to get back to reality, or in other words, often even if they know that everything in front of them is false, they are unwilling to wake up."

He paused, and then said: "You have to remember, after you go in, you can't tell him that it's an illusion, or even if he knows it's an illusion, he won't be able to get out."

Fu Wangzhi pursed his thin lips, listened silently, and kept in mind silently.

As Lan Ruofeng said, he took out a piece of white jade from his pocket, bit his fingertips and cast a small magic spell on it, and handed it to Fu Wangzhi with an unprecedented serious expression: "Put this piece of jade close to your body, remember to keep it for thousands of years." Don’t lose it, the time in the illusion is different from the outside world, you have to break this jade pendant before twelve hours, it will pull your soul out.”

Fu Wangzhi took the white jade and looked at it. On the surface, it looked like an ordinary jade pendant, but if you looked carefully, you could faintly see twelve golden silk threads inside.

Lan Ruofeng explained: "Twelve golden threads represent twelve hours, and when one golden thread turns completely black, it means that one hour has passed. Therefore, you must remove the twelve golden threads before they completely turn black. The jade pendant was smashed, understand?"

After listening to the precautions he said, Fu Wangzhi glanced at the operating room where the lights were still on, and then at Lei Ting and his group in the opposite corner.

Lan Ruofeng knew what he was worried about, "Don't worry, I will definitely look after Yu Qing before you come back."

Fu Wangzhi nodded slightly, "Thank you."

Lan Ruofeng patted him on the shoulder and grinned: "It's fine to thank you verbally, how about giving me a raise when you come back?"

Hearing this, Fu Wangzhi's cold face softened a little, "Okay."

There are companion beds in the pet hospital. Fang Lingling quickly negotiated two beds. After Fu Wangzhi and Bo Qing were both lying on the bed, Lan Ruofeng did it on the spot to draw Fu Wangzhi's soul, and finally sent him from the book. The eyebrows of love enter the fantasy space of book love.

At this time, the surrounding wind suddenly picked up, blowing the decorations everywhere in the room to rattle.

Lan Ruofeng frowned slightly, got up and walked to the door of the ward to have a look, suddenly felt a gust of dark wind passing by behind him, he turned around suddenly.

I saw a streak of black air entering the eyebrows of the book like lightning.

Lan Ruofeng's face changed slightly, and he was about to cast a spell as soon as he squeezed his hands, but he stopped short soon.

He sniffed the air lightly, his face gradually became strange, "It's him?"

After Boqing came out of the manor, he was in a trance state. The image of the little boy with scissors stuck in his forehead, blood streaming down his face but still hugging the rag doll was always in his mind. Lingering.

Walking on the street with people coming and going, he raised his head and squinted at the dazzling sunlight in the sky, and a series of questions suddenly popped up in his mind:

who is he?Why did he appear in the manor?What is this place again?

"Boom..."

A man approached him and nearly knocked him down.

He stabilized his figure, and the man had already walked away indifferently.

Looking at the street again, everyone seemed to have extremely indifferent expressions on their faces.

This scene made Bo Qing feel very uncomfortable, so he couldn't help but quicken his pace and walk forward.

Half an hour later, unknowingly, he walked to the door of a large hospital. By some strange coincidence, he walked in, and walked out of a VIP room on the fifth floor by feeling.

"How can I, Fu Tinghe, have a son like you? That's your own son! How could you do this? If I didn't know about what happened today, are you going to kill him? ah?"

A roar full of anger came from the room.

Book love stopped.

"I didn't stab it..."

"You fucking dare to talk back? If it weren't for your connivance, would this vicious woman dare to be so presumptuous?!"

The door of the ward was ajar, and through the crack of the door, I saw an old man in his sixties with some gray hair inside. At this moment, he was staring angrily at a pair of young men and women opposite him, yelling at him.

"You husband and wife are really the most vicious and inhuman dog things I have ever seen! You were the ones who wanted to get married at the beginning, but what kind of bullshit life did you live after marriage? She makes a boyfriend, you make a girlfriend. It’s not that the incident between this time made a big fuss, I’m still kept in the dark by you two bastards, why are you so shameless? The faces of my Fu family’s ancestors have been completely humiliated by you!”

The old man was a little tired from scolding, and he took a deep breath, "Also, did my Fu Tinghe miss your food or your clothes? Why did you make my precious grandson look like this?"

"Let me tell you, luckily the scissors didn't poke too deep today, otherwise, if there is anything wrong with my precious grandson, I will ask you to bury him with him!"

The old man yelled at the couple for half an hour. If the nurse hadn't come to remind the ward not to make loud noises, he might have continued to yell.

After the nurse finished checking and left, he glared angrily, "Get lost!"

The couple turned around and left.

Seeing them coming out of the door, Bo Qing quickly turned around.

After a while, the man and woman walked past him.

"Are you fucking sick? I told you to restrain yourself a long time ago, don't really leave any marks with your hands, you'd better just poke the scissors on his head? Are you fucking trying to poke him to death so that he can give him To be buried with him?"

As soon as he came out, the man couldn't help cursing.

"Also, are you crazy about poverty? His mother isn't even willing to give him a meal? Are you afraid that the old man won't see that we are abusing his grandson?"

Boqing didn't hear the woman answer, he watched the two of them leave, and when he was around the corner, the woman suddenly turned around and grinned at him strangely.

The book was full of excitement, and the feeling of chilling down the spine surged up again.

"Qingqing... Qingqing..."

At this time, there was a faint cry in the ward, which was similar to a dream.

It's clear to look at the book.

Only then did I realize that there was another person lying on the hospital bed.

It's that little boy.

He stepped into the ward almost subconsciously. The old man was coaxing the little boy who was talking in his sleep in a low voice, and he didn't lift his head when he heard the sound: "Didn't I tell you to get out? What are you doing back?"

The book couldn't tell what it was like at this time, he stopped, looked at the little boy on the bed, and felt pain in his heart again.

The little boy's face was pale, his forehead was covered with a layer of white gauze, and his hand was still dripping. Through the skin exposed to the air, there were faint bruises and purple spots.

More importantly, the little boy is really thin, so thin that it makes people feel distressed.

"Qingqing... Qingqing..."

The little boy was still talking in his sleep, and the old man coaxed him anxiously, but nothing worked.

Boqing's eyes turned slightly, and he saw the little puppet on the other side of the table.

Without any hesitation, he strode over to pick up the little puppet. After seeing the little puppet's appearance at this time, the feeling of being held in his heart surged up again.

Not only was the little puppet cut beyond recognition, it was also stained with blood, which was shocking.

Holding the puppet, his face turned pale slightly, he took a deep breath, and handed the puppet to the old man.

"He needs this."

The soft and waxy voice finally caught the old man's attention.

He looked up at the completely unfamiliar teenager in front of him, and frowned slightly: "Who are you?"

The lover's eyes are blank, who is he?

He shook his head slowly: "I don't remember."

The old man was taken aback.

"He needs a puppet." Boqing pointed to the person on the bed.

The old man hurriedly stuffed the little puppet into the little boy's hand, and as expected, the little boy who got the little puppet immediately stopped talking in his sleep.

The old man breathed a sigh of relief, turned his head to look at the book, looked it up and down, and asked again: "Are you here to see it?"