Quick Transmission: Host, don’t touch the boss, he’s going to kiss you

"Sister, sister, it's really not my idea to change my sister's marriage. Don't come to me. Please let me go, okay?" Probably because she felt that the unknown things she faced suddenly became known, Jiang Tingyi He crawled out from the corner and kowtowed a few times in the direction where Aning had just spoken.

The girl's sudden kneeling behavior really shocked Aning. She immediately changed her position. Being knelt down by someone will shorten your life. "As long as you tell me the reason for getting married, I will let you go."

When Jiang Tingyi heard that she could let her go, she raised her head and said incoherently into the air: "This...I don't know very well. I only know that the Taoist priest was invited by my father because the company almost faced bankruptcy some time ago. When I was desperate, it was the Taoist priest who helped me."

"He said that our family has been troubled by a Rakshasa recently, and that Rakshasa has affected the company's fortune. The only way to get rid of the Rakshasa and bring the company back to life is... to find a girl with the same horoscope to marry. That Rakshasa."

"But both of our horoscopes match that Rakshasa. It might be more suitable for me because I was born during the Yin period, so I was supposed to be the one to get married in the Yin period. But my mother didn't know what she said to the Taoist priest, and we ended up getting married. The person you kiss in secret becomes you."

"Sister, this really wasn't my idea...I...I didn't know about it until later. Don't blame me..."

At the end of the story, Jiang Tingyi's voice became hoarse. She suppressed her fear and begged Aning to let her go.

After hearing Jiang Tingyi's words, Aning's eyes moved slightly, and the sourness in her heart could not escape. In fact, she had vaguely guessed it when she heard the conversation in the restaurant.

Now that I know the truth, the feeling of a nameless fire rushing up to Tianling Gai is really fucked up.

Who are these people?

Jiang Tingyi waited for a long time but didn't get a word from the other party. She sniffed and said in a hoarse voice with fear: "I, I've finished speaking, okay, can you let me go?"

She didn't dare to move or even take a breath in the dark room. She always felt like there was something around her.

"click"

The sound of the key turning the door echoed in the silent and empty house.

Jiang Tingyi's scalp instantly became numb, and her face turned as white as a ghost. She was already scared, so she was sensitive to sounds. All the hairs on her body stood up at this moment. She stood still, and cold sweat broke out on her forehead.

Suddenly, the closed door was opened by an invisible force, and the light from the corridor refracted in along the open gap. Jiang Tingyi held her breath and stared closely at the opened door.

She swallowed, her heart beating fast, she stretched out her hand and pinched her limp thigh, then she got up from the ground in shock, gathered strength, and stumbled out.

After a while, a loud slamming of the door suddenly sounded in the corridor.

Aning appeared at the door holding Si Yan's hand. She raised her eyes and looked at the beautiful and calm god, but hesitated to speak.

"You can do whatever you want, An Ning. No matter what you do, I will always be behind you." The god smiled slightly, his light eyes covered with light and shadow, and the arc at the end of his eyes was as soft as fine snow, cold yet still. gentle.

"Will you always be here?" Aning asked uncertainly after hearing what he said.

"I will always be here." The god looked at her, his thin lips opened and closed, and his tone was always calm.

It was obvious that they were not making any oath of love, and the words they spoke were neither light nor heavy, but to Aning's ears, those words seemed to be burning in the fire, firmly imprinting on her heart, convincing her for no reason.

An Ning does have something to do now.

The Jiang family and the old Taoist must pay for what they have done.

Jiang Wanning was already miserable enough. Her biological mother died early, her father didn't care about her, her stepmother had bad intentions, and she even died in a confused way.

Now that she's here, she can't do nothing. At least she has to make the person who hurt the original owner pay some price.

Letting go of Si Yan's hand, Aning walked alone outside the corridor. She shuffled slowly, and the sound of her soles scraping against the floor was particularly prominent in the empty environment.

The beats are stuck one after another, making people feel frightened for no reason.

Finally, she stopped in front of a door, silently raising the corners of her lips, and her black and white pupils shone eerily under the warm yellow hallway light.

The girl paused in front of the door for a few seconds, raised her hand, curled her white fingertips slightly, and finally knocked gently on the heavy door.

"Is it Tingyi?" A female voice came from inside the room.

Only rustling footsteps were heard, and the next second the door was opened.

Aning raised her eyes, her dark pupils were bottomless, and she said hello calmly: "Good evening, auntie."

Li Lanhua was stunned: "You...you..."

Before the words were spoken, Aning walked in, and the door was closed. Darkness followed, and only a bedside lamp was stubbornly on in the room.

"It's so cold down there, auntie, can you come and stay with me?"

Aning didn't know when she came around Li Lanhua's back, wrapped her slender arms around her neck, and said softly to her ear with her cold lips.

Li Lanhua was trembling all over, so she struggled fiercely, but Aning couldn't let her go easily. His arms tightened tighter and tighter, as if the other person's neck could be broken immediately with just a little force.

"Auntie, do you want to come and stay with me?" Aning said lightly, as if he was talking about something insignificant.

Li Lanhua's face slowly turned purple, and she rolled her eyes due to lack of oxygen. She held An Ning's arm tightly and squeezed out a few unclear words from her throat: "Jiang Wanning..."

What it feels like for Jiang Wanning to be suffocated in the coffin is how she feels now.

"Auntie, can you come down and stay with me?" Aning continued to talk in her ear, speaking every word very calmly.

Just when Li Lanhua felt that she was about to suffocate, the hand around her neck loosened, and her body became weak and fell to the ground.

"Cough cough cough..."

She greedily sucked in the air, her chest kept rising and falling, and she let out heavy breathing sounds. Due to the lack of oxygen, her head seemed to be twisted by something sharp. The pain was severe, and tears were flowing down.

Suddenly, a burst of laughter like silver bells came from behind, and Li Lanhua turned his head in horror.

The bedside lamp is quite bright, just enough to see everything in the room clearly.

The girl was wearing a white skirt, with black hair reaching her waist, and her black pupils were like a gathering black mist, staring at her unfathomably.

The devil...she is the devil...

Li Lanhua looked away in horror and crawled forward tremblingly. When there was no place to move, she curled up and shivered.

"Auntie, you haven't agreed to me yet, do you want to come and accompany me?"

Aning squatted in front of Li Lanhua and poked her arm with his hand. His tone was cautious and probing, but his expression was extremely evil.

"Help, help, Wan Ning, I was wrong, please let me go." Li Lanhua trembled all over, and she squeezed herself tighter, like a frightened tortoise.

Seeing her wailing like this, Aning laughed out loud.