Treasures of 4:15

The ink-like thick black air wrapped around Luo Qiu.

Pain, fear, hate, and despair accumulated in the air, but it still couldn’t invade Luo Qiu’s body.

Luo Qiu waved his arm while looking at Zhang Qingrui who was standing in front of him...and the other entity that released the black air in her body.

The air of despair began to withdraw from Luo Qiu, but the hatred appeared on Zhang Qingrui’s face became more and more serious.

"My classmate might have met bad luck recently, this should be the second time she was possessed." Luo Qiu said suddenly.

During the time he was talking, the black air had been entirely drawn into Zhang Qingrui’s body---It was definitely not her own desire but by the thought of the boss in the club.

"I don’t care!"

"You don’t care about possessing other’s body eh?"

"I don’t care!"

"I have no reason to say you’re willful." Luo Qiu let out a sigh.