The Pointed Reddish Lips

Many ghosts appeared around him in an instant, all madly gnawing at the old Taoist's soul.

These female ghosts were the victims who were trained by the old Taoist into furnaces and died tragically.

Yun Qingjue was waiting for Jinhuan outside, and suddenly a person fell from the roof and died in front of him. The driver was so scared that his face turned pale.

He asked someone to call the police immediately.

He ran into the apartment building, because he was worried that the little girl would be scared, so he went straight to knock on her door.

Jinhuan was hugged by Yun Qingjue as soon as she opened the door.

"What's wrong?"

The man's breath enveloped her in an instant.

Looking at Jinhuan's innocent and naive appearance, he suddenly couldn't speak.

How to tell her that someone just jumped off the building in this place?

She would be scared.

Ji Yan's bead was already painted with love patterns, so he could be replaced, so the energy on Yun Qingjue was very tempting to her.

But Jinhuan held back. She had to think about whether she wanted Yun Qingjue or not. If she did, the next love pattern would correspond to him. If she didn't, she couldn't get too close to him.

"Don't hug me." I'm afraid I can't help wanting to suck you.

Yun Qingjue looked a little hurt, and let go of her hand angrily.

"It might be a little chaotic outside today, don't go out." He said to her.

"Okay."

"Then, I'll go first."

"Okay."

After the incident in this area, people from the patrol room came over soon and pulled yellow strips, not allowing entry or exit.

After receiving the news, Ji Yan rushed back as soon as possible and comforted her softly.

"If you are afraid, can we stay in a hotel at night?"

Jinhuan shook her head and nestled in Ji Yan's arms: "I'm not afraid when you are here."

He originally wanted to move to a bigger house, and now that this happened, he was more determined to do so.

He picked her up like a child, sat on the sofa, and kissed her cheek gently.

"Are you not going to work?"

"It's okay, I can handle things at home."

"Ji Yan, you are so nice."

She pressed her cheek against his shoulder, but her eyes fell on the window.

The women who had devoured the old Taoist's ghost floated outside the window and kowtowed to her, which meant to thank her.

Jinhuan curved the corners of his lips.

They got their revenge, but they could not enter the reincarnation, and they did not have enough resentment to support them to continue living in this world.

The soul became transparent little by little, and finally completely dissipated in the sunlight.

...

Ji Yan worked at home, and Jinhuan sat in his arms and stuck to Ji Yan.

With a beauty in his arms, he really couldn't concentrate.

The key is that Jinhuan is still not honest.

He didn't look at much, and she started to play with his Adam's apple, sometimes and sometimes.

"Huan'er." He held her hand. "If you want to concentrate on your work, I'll play by myself." She was about to get out of his arms, but was hugged by Ji Yan.

His face was pressed against her back: "Huan'er, accompany me."

Ji Yan said while kissing, and soon the office became interesting.

He hugged her tightly, his voice too hoarse: "Huan'er, what is this word."

She closed her eyes and pressed on his shoulders, her voice was a little shaky when she spoke: "No, I don't know."

"Then I'll write it again."

Her instep was straightened with discomfort.

"Do you know?"

"I don't know, Ji Yan, it's uncomfortable, don't do this."

"What does Huan'er like?"