Fast time travel, this boss is the villain

"It's like there's a ghost following you, let off the air!" Suddenly she shuddered, and Wu Zixuan turned her head cautiously to see that there was no one there.

"Yaya... I feel that you are so strange today, you are always in a daze."

"Yesterday I didn't sleep well because I was reading too late. Today I'm not in a good mood." Fang Luya grabbed her with one hand and tried her best not to let her keep looking back, even though she knew there was only that ghost behind her.

But it's getting late, people can't just turn around casually.

"Be careful when you go back at night." At the intersection, the two were about to separate. Fang Luya saw that Wu Zixuan was so close to her, and she was afraid that her body would be contaminated with her breath.

"Treasure! Are you worried about me? Don't worry! I won't have any accidents! It's you, who is away from God all day and lives in such a remote place, you should be careful!"

"Yes, I will."

"See you tomorrow! Treasure! My car is here!"

"Bye-Bye."

Wu Zixuan got into the car quickly, but behind her was the female ghost that Fang Luya saw during the day. She hung tightly behind Wu Zixuan, and turned her neck 180 degrees to look at Fang Luya, who was pretending to be calm, with a cold expression Her blood red cracked mouth smiled.

Watching the bus gradually go away, Fang Luya picked up the phone and was about to call Wu Zixuan to draw her attention. Si Tingchen looked down at her and said lightly: "That evil spirit can't hurt your friend."

Fang Luya put down her phone and turned to look at him: "What did you say?"

"She has the blood of the ghost-killing family flowing on her body, and she also has a strong yang energy to protect her body. The evil spirits can only get close to her temporarily."

"Just for a moment, the yang energy on her body alone will hurt the evil spirits, not to mention the luck and spell protection on her body, these will protect her."

"Ghost-killing family? A spell?" Fang Luya knew for the first time that her follower who had been with her for a year still had such an identity, so why didn't she mention it to herself?

"Well, if my king remembers correctly, this family existed before this king was sealed. So far, I think it has become one of the oldest ghost-killing families."

"Their blood is a big deal to ghosts."

"Will her blood hurt you?" Fang Luya saw that Si Tingchen kept a distance of ten meters and three meters from her all day long, thinking that it was because Wu Zixuan was pestering her and he couldn't get close.

"Naturally it's harmless."

He has lived for thousands of years, let alone touch the blood of those Taoist priests, he won't be hurt, even if he takes a bath with their blood, it won't cause any harm.

I am not comparable to those little ghost kings who have only lived for a few hundred years.

"But as her friend, she never told me about her family..." Fang Luya lowered her head a little lonely, with a bit of sadness in her eyes, "My parents tried to protect me a few years ago. ..."

"I don't have any relatives, and I have very few friends. Many people don't like me, except...Xuanxuan."

Seeing the expressions of the slightly familiar people in front of him become far-fetched, Si Tingchen felt some strange and unknown emotions sprouting in his heart, he frowned: "You..."

"I'm sorry I'm fine, but I'm in a bad mood!" Fang Luya raised her head and smiled at him without incident, then turned around and left in a little embarrassment, obviously as if I had something to do but didn't say it.

But seeing those dim eyes with a little bit of sadness, it will be very unbearable.

Si Tingchen was worried that she would be in danger if she was too far away from him, so he started to follow, but he didn't speak. He thought that Fang Luya needed to be alone at this time.

After all, I am just an outsider and I can't do much.

001 saw that the progress of the two seemed to be going smoothly, and smiled in relief.

Fang Luya has already realized that she likes her boss Si Tingchen, and the timing of some tricks she played today is just right.

001 just likes to meet this kind of heroine who knows the severity of the attack and knows the severity. They all say that the water will flow forever. According to Fang Luya's current way, 001 guesses that as long as its host does not appear in front of Si Tingchen this time, he may not have a few months. It will be planted in Fang Luya's hands.

So 001 now intends to wait for the good news.

It curled up and slept on the pillow beside Yuluo, one was reading a book quietly and the other was resting quietly, the atmosphere was very harmonious.

The girl's shadow fell on the white ceramic tiles. She was sitting in a hanging basket made of wooden rattan, with a cool temperament and a peaceful face, with an ethereal feeling all over her body.

Meng Sixian, who had thought for a long time, pressed the doorbell with one hand clenched tightly and the other. After the ring, he looked down at his clothes: a clean white loose shirt, slim black knee-length slacks, and gray-blue sportswear. Shoes, black socks.

After making sure that he didn't smell of sweat or sweat, Meng Sixian let out a breath, and a little sweat appeared on the straight bridge of his nose, but in fact he couldn't feel the scorching heat at all standing here.

Meng Sixian was so nervous that he was sweating, his non-aggressive fox eyes were wide open, he couldn't stop touching his nose with his hands, and pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose from time to time.

After waiting for a few seconds without hearing any sound, just as he was about to press the doorbell again, the door opened.

He immediately turned a corner and retracted his hand. Seeing the obedient appearance of the little person in front of him, his face turned red all of a sudden.

She is really much cuter than I thought!

"Hello, what's the matter?" Yuluo raised his eyes and looked at the boy in front of him who was so nervous that he forgot to speak. His pair of beautiful fox eyes were stupidly wide open. His eyes were either staring at the ground or at the door for a long time. Can't say a word:

"I, um... um, I... I want... um, I..." I want to invite you to dinner, I wonder if you would like to?

"Are you the new neighbor who moved next door?"

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm)'" Meng Sixian nodded quickly, "I would like you to treat me to dinner!"

"Ah, no! It's me who wants to treat you to dinner!" Quickly realizing that he had said something wrong, Meng Sixian frantically gestured:

"No, no! I just want you to please... Bah!"

"Would you like to invite me to eat... Bah, bah, bah!"

"I am! I just want to!" Meng Sixian was in a hurry, why was it so difficult for him to say something?

He kept touching his nose while hurriedly pushing his glasses.

When something happens, it's not that it's hard to talk about it, but it's that you can't say it.

The feeling at this time is more uncomfortable than being rejected by the other party.

"You want to invite me to dinner and ask if I would like to?"

Meng Sixian nodded quickly.

"Sorry, do you know me?"

Meng Sixian raised his head to look at her, pursed his lips and shook his head slowly.

This was the first official meeting between them, but this morning when he first moved here, he saw her basking in the sun on the balcony on the second floor.

a small one.

[Author's digression]: There are three stages now, the future is six years, the future is three years, the end is three years, the first six years are looking forward to the next six years, and the last six years are looking forward to the first six years. Time is running out.

What I wrote in 18 years is not a song of youth, but a long road that is unique to you that shapes the future, but the process will be very painful...

So sometimes I always say that life is not lived, life is lived through, and I can only do my best not to let myself have too many regrets.

Come on! ! !