Revival of an Elite; the Fiery Wife Rules

Chapter 823 What do you like about me?

Closing his eyes, the man who was shot by He Yan with a headshot appeared in Oriental language. The man had a terrible death, staring at his eyes, and squinting.

Dongfang was raised in the palm of his hands by his parents and Dongfangxuan when he was a child. He has never seen the sinister heart and the cruelty of society, let alone being chased and seen by four people.

Fears and fears came in all directions, the Oriental language curled up and hugged itself tightly, and the tears fell straight down, but his lips were biting and he didn’t dare to cry, fearing that Dongfang Xuan next door would hear it.

At this moment, the knock on the door suddenly sounded, "knockknock..."

As soon as he heard the knock on the door, the Oriental language was not terribly scared, hiding under the bed and shaking like a chaff.

"Don't... don't come to me, I didn't kill you... You died because you were so evil... If you don't kill us, you won't die..."

Dongfang squeezed his fist in his mouth and kept mumbling silently, and the knock on the door at this time seemed to her like a desperation.

Until a cold voice sounded with a trace of worry, "Small whisper... are you asleep?"

The familiar voice seemed to be a centering agent that gradually stopped Dongfang's body from shaking, but she was still scared and dared not to speak.

When Dongfang was a child, she lived not in a single-family house, but in an apartment. On the first floor there was a grandmother who was over 80 years old. She always likes to tell some nagging stories, especially when she pulls a child.

Others ignored her grandmother and thought she was a neuropathy. She was kind-hearted in the Oriental language. She accompanied the grandmother downstairs when she was free. The grandmother also liked the Oriental language and always told her a strange story.

One of them is that some ghosts can imitate people’s voices and try to use their voices to deceive people close to them. The person called should not be okay. If they agree, the soul will be eaten by the ghost, and sometimes they will also say Being hooked by black and white impermanence!

Oriental language is not terrified. On several occasions, my parents and Dongfangxuan would not answer her when they called her at night, which made Oriental parents think that the rebellious period of Oriental language has arrived.

In the end, Dongfang Xuan knew the truth of the matter. After telling his parents, his parents worried that the psychology of the Oriental language would be seriously traumatized in the long run, so they bought the villa.

In fact, the purchase of a villa has been planned for a long time. It was just that the Oriental Group was still developing. The husband and wife were worried about what might happen to the company, so they planned to buy a villa after one or two years, because the matter moved earlier.

After moving, Dongfang never saw the grandmother again. Later, I heard from the mouth of the oriental mother that the grandmother died within two years after they moved.

The grandmother had two children and two daughters in her life. When she died, she didn't have any relatives around her. No wonder she was nagging.

There are too many such elderly people in real life, and Oriental language sympathizes with her, but after all, it is her life that she has no right to interfere, but that thing has left a big shadow in the heart of Oriental language.

So when I was knocking at the door when I was afraid, I remembered the story in Oriental language, so Dongfangxuan’s voice was pretended by the person who died at night, and he dared to bite his lip and didn’t dare to speak, only fear. I can't stop the tears.

"Small words...Small words..."

Dongfang Xuan shouted again, seeing that there was no sound in the room of Oriental language, thinking that Oriental language really fell asleep, and stood at the door for a while, then returned to his room.

Knocking on the door stopped, and Dongfangxuan's voice also disappeared. However, instead of breathing a sigh of relief, Oriental language became more nervous and frightened.

She opened her phone in the bed and looked at it, only three o'clock in the morning, four or five hours before dawn.

How should she spend these four or five hours?

Will the ghost come to her again?

Oriental language is obviously an atheist, but in his mind it is uncontrollable crankiness.

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Dongfang wants to give Jane Canaan a call to chat, but she thinks that Jane Canaan is injured and self-confident, so she has to give up, and the other people have already fallen asleep at this time. How could they chat with her?

The more terrified the person is, the easier it is to forget the horror. The thing that lingers in the Oriental language is the miserable death of the person.

"Boom..."

Upstairs suddenly came a non-trivial sound, like the sound of something falling on the ground. In Oriental language, I couldn't help but think of what fell on the ground as a human head.

And still **** head!

"what……"

Oriental could not help but yell out in horror. Dongfangxuan just returned to the room and went to bed. After hearing Dongfangxuan's voice, his face changed so much that he couldn't even wear shoes and rushed directly to the room.

Unexpectedly, the Oriental language actually locked the door from the inside.

"Small words...Small words...Open the door..."

After calling twice, Oriental did not come to open the door. Dongfang Xuan was anxious, rushed into the drawer, took out the key, and ran to the door of Oriental.

When I opened the door and went in, the first thing that caught my eye was the person curled up under the quilt, and the quilt shook, obviously the people inside the quilt were not terrified.

Dongfangxuan hurriedly walked over and stood by the bed. His hands carefully uncovered the quilt of Oriental language. Oriental language shouted like something stimulated, "Ah... no! Don't kill me! "

"Little whisper, don't be afraid, it's me..."

As soon as Dongfangxuan pulled the quilt in Oriental, the harder she struggled, the more miserable she cried.

The cry of Oriental language is a torture for Dongfang Xuan, he is not afraid of anything, he is afraid of crying in Oriental language.

Realizing that Dongfang's body is shaking all the time, Dongfang Xuan even took the quilt and embraced Dongfang in his arms. "No fear, no whisper, brother is beside you!"

After hearing this sentence, Dongfang's body stiffened and gradually stopped shaking.

Dongfangxuan had been sleeping in a bed with Dongfangxuan when he was very young, but after he was in the third grade of elementary school, his parents arranged two rooms for the two to live separately.

Dongfang was unwilling at first, but had to listen to it under the coercion of her parents, but since she was separated from Dongfangxuan, she had a nightmare every night.

Every night, Dongfang Xuan quietly slipped into the Oriental room to coax her to sleep.

He always said, "Don't be afraid, whisper, brother will always be by your side!"

"Brother? Dongfang Xuan... is it really you?"

Oriental is still covered with a quilt, but after hearing Dongfangxuan's voice, she couldn't help but open her mouth.

Dong Fang Xuan frowned slightly, but he thought of something, he could not help but be a little bit, "It's me!"

"How do you prove that you are Dongfang Xuan?"

"So how do you want me to prove?"

After thinking about it in Oriental, he said nervously, "Then what do you like and don't like?"