Self-cultivation of loyal dogs

After Song Yanqing read the original text, she felt that the author was not very old when he wrote this.

Regarding the opening of Liu Shiyin, the original text introduced it like this.

At the welcome party of T University, a girl in a snow-white dress slowly walked down the steps.Her long black hair hung down like a waterfall, covering her white and tender ankles.A pair of silver-white eyes are full of ignorance and innocence, and the waves in the eyes are moving.The reddish eye ends and a small mole at the corner of her eyes made her look even more charming.

There are many similar descriptions about the heroine's appearance. Although the author tried his best to portray the heroine as a glamorous beauty, Song Yanqing's attention was always on the heroine's ankle-length hair.

To be honest, Song Yanqing was very curious whether Liu Shiyin would trip over her hair when she went upstairs.

Liu Shiyin's eyes are yin and yang, and she is the ghost king Hongji who sees with these eyes.

Thinking about it, Song Yanqing reached out to pat He Chuanhua who was at the side.

He Chuanhua was watching the video, Song Yanqing went over to have a look, it was approaching science.

I don't know what a Taoist priest does watching this kind of program.

Song Yanqing looked at the couple in front of him, and after seeing that no one could hear him, he lowered his voice and said, "I want to see your yin and yang eyes."

He Chuanhua turned his head to face him when he heard the words, widened his half-closed eyes, and fixedly looked at him with black and white eyes.

"Is it okay?" He Chuanhua waited for a while and asked, "Did you see anything?"

Song Yanqing looked carefully for a long time, but didn't see anything special.

Originally, he just wanted to take a look, but when he heard He Chuanhua's words, an interesting idea suddenly popped into his mind.

He hissed, and said in a solemn tone: "Don't move, it seems that you can see something."

He Chuanhua frowned, put away his phone and said in a deep voice, "Really?"

His tone was extremely serious, Song Yanqing looked at his serious appearance, lowered her head and grabbed his arm and said with a muffled laugh: "Why are you so obedient, you are so stupid."

He Chuanhua didn't speak, a smile flashed in his eyes when he heard Song Yanqing's chuckle.

When Song Yanqing looked at him again, he only saw He Chuanhua looking at him blankly.

Song Yanqing didn't even understand how this overly honest man became a villain.

As a villain, He Chuanhua's ending was tragic. In order to kill the hero of Huasha, Hongji, he forcibly led down the sky thunder in an attempt to die with the hero.

The male lead was almost wiped out, but he himself died directly under the thunder, and his soul was scattered and could not be reincarnated.

Mo Nanchen is murderous and brutal and is the leader of the Demon Cult, which fits all the settings of a villain.But He Chuanhua has a heart of innocence. God gave him yin and yang eyes, so he learned a whole body of skills, and walked on the road of exorcising ghosts and demons without looking back.

He lived and died for eliminating demons and defending Taoism, and finally ended up with no bones left and no rebirth forever.

Song Yanqing couldn't see what a villain should look like from him. He suppressed the surging thoughts in his chest, poked He Chuanhua's tight brows and said softly, "By the way, what happened to that ghost in the toilet cubicle before?"

"I broke her up." He Chuanhua said casually.As he spoke, he quietly observed Song Yanqing's expression, and after confirming that he was not against killing ghosts by himself, he couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief.

After coming to T City, Song Yanqing was the only one who extended a helping hand to He Chuanhua.

Although Song Yanqing's room was small and messy, when He Chuanhua spent the night on a park bench, what he longed for most in his heart was to have a warm and comfortable home.

For Song Yanqing, he just dragged a co-tenant casually.But for the penniless He Chuanhua, the phrase "you and I go home" was the most gentle sentence he had ever heard after leaving Hejia Village.

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They set off late and encountered a traffic jam on the road, and it was already dark when they got off the bus.

Song Yanqing slept all the way with his pillow on He Chuanhua's shoulder, and when he was woken up by He Chuanhua, he was in a daze.

Because of her yin and yang eyes, the heroine basically wouldn't go out after dark. Song Yanqing looked at the time, it was already eight o'clock, and the heroine should have returned to the dormitory by this time.

For some reason, He Chuanhua's complexion was not so good after getting out of the car.

A pair of eyes narrowed slightly, looking around vigilantly.

Song Yanqing picked a mid-range hotel near the hostess' school. The young anchor didn't have much money. Song Yanqing was short on money. After asking the price, he whispered to He Chuanhua, "It's better to squeeze a bed."

He Chuanhua stared at a corner of the hotel, and nodded absently.

"What did you see?" Song Yanqing tugged at the corner of his clothes and asked in a low voice.

The little girl at the front desk has been looking at him back and forth, she is obviously a pretty little girl, but Song Yanqing always feels hairy when she stares at him.

The girl at the front desk looked at him for a while, then suddenly smiled.

Song Yanqing had never seen such a strange smile, she perfectly interpreted what it means to smile on the surface without smiling.

Song Yanqing pretended not to see, but quietly moved towards He Chuanhua's side.

He Chuanhua noticed his small movements, he smiled at the front desk, gestured to Song Yanqing, and walked into the elevator first.

To be honest, Song Yanqing didn't understand the gestures he made.

Song Yanqing hurriedly followed, and when the elevator door closed, He Chuanhua, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said, "Where did you find this hotel?"

"I just found it on the main road. It looked cleaner, so I came in." Song Yanqing paused, looking at He Chuanhua's expression, a possibility appeared in his mind, he hissed and raised his head and said: " Don't tell me I won the lottery."

He Chuanhua looked at his nervous appearance, chuckled lightly and pressed his shoulder and said, "It's clean, it's very dirty. Don't be afraid, we just happened to enter a shop opened by ghosts. When we leave tomorrow, I'll give them some ghost coins." Enough."

"I'm not afraid." Song Yanqing said, "What were you staring at just now?"

He Chuanhua thought for a while and said, "I didn't see anything, this is also the first time I have encountered a ghost shop."

While the two were talking, the elevator stopped with a ding.

Just as Song Yanqing was about to go out, He Chuanhua suddenly grabbed his wrist and pulled him into his arms.

"What's wrong?" Song Yanqing turned to look at him and asked suspiciously.

Following Song Yanqing's movements, the small ball head he tied swept back and forth on He Chuanhua's exposed collarbone, and the soft hair made He Chuanhua's heart itch.

He resisted the urge to pinch the head of the ball, hugged Song Yanqing and said, "Go out later, lead me to order."

Song Yanqing looked at him puzzled, He Chuanhua sighed and said, "I can't see the way."

"What?" Song Yanqing asked subconsciously.

He Chuanhua pointed to her eyes and said, "My yin and yang eyes are flawed. After entering the hotel, all I see is yin qi. Although it's not strong, it's so foggy that I can't see clearly."

Song Yanqing felt a little distressed when he heard it, it was the first time he met such a miserable villain.Sleeping in the bridge hole when I was sleepy, eating steamed buns when I was hungry, I finally got a pair of yin and yang eyes, but it turned out to be a half-finished product.

He raised his hand and waved in front of He Chuanhua's eyes, He Chuanhua smiled and said, "I can see clearly."

Song Yanqing breathed a sigh of relief, although there was some problem with her eyes, she was not blind after all.

He gently pushed away He Chuanhua's hand on his waist, grabbed his arm and walked out first.

Maybe it was because he was a little tired after a day's driving, Song Yanqing yawned several times in a row, and the last few tears rolled down his cheeks.

Song Yanqing cheered up and said to the system: 'I'm so sleepy. '

[Here I suggest that Mr. Song persist, you are still 10 minutes away from the bed. ] The system said calmly.

'10 minutes?Such a big hotel, how can it be so far away. 'Song Yanqing said.

The system smiled and stopped talking.

After getting off the bus, the world in He Chuanhua's eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist.The closer you get to a university town, the stronger this feeling becomes.

The cold atmosphere around told him that right here, there was an evil ghost and another thing that was more difficult to deal with than the evil ghost.

He Chuanhua didn't feel scared, he was just worried about Song Yanqing's safety.

After getting along for a few days, He Chuanhua was sure that Song Yanqing really didn't know how to exorcise ghosts.

He was able to retreat from the mirror ghost in the toilet before, mostly because of the scarlet ghost formed by the red cloth on his wrist and the obsession behind him.

The ghost had hugged Song Yanqing tightly since entering the hotel, and the man in the short skirt was almost completely enveloped by the evil red aura.

Several lone souls and evil spirits that had formed were staring at the yang energy on Song Yanqing's body, and tried their best to lean towards him.

They had just met Song Yanqing, and the red shadow that had been obediently attached to Song Yanqing's body seemed to be stimulated, and rushed forward to ruthlessly tear those wandering souls to pieces.

He Chuanhua stopped the gestures in his hands, and deliberately walked behind Song Yanqing diagonally, thinking that he could take care of what happened, but now it seems that he is not needed.

That person must love Song Yanqing deeply, He Chuanhua thought to himself, otherwise his last obsession before death would not be to protect Song Yanqing comprehensively.

When He Chuanhua thought about it, he felt a little stuffy in his chest.He held Song Yanqing's hand, but what he was thinking about was the story of Song Yanqing and that person.

Song Yanqing walked ahead, the system in her mind seemed to be malfunctioning, and the real-time data changed every second.

Jumped from 50 to 90, then dropped a little bit, and finally fluctuated back and forth around 70.

Song Yanqing curiously opened the folded evaluation, and then the system's elegant and mechanical voice sounded in his mind.

[Comment: He has a boyfriend, I shouldn't hold him, but I really can't see the way. ]

[It’s better to let go, I rarely see friends walking hand in hand. ]

[His hands are so soft, so comfortable to hold, forget it, don't let go. ]

Originally, Song Yanqing didn't think that everything was a big man holding hands.

But after hearing the evaluation, he held He Chuanhua's hand, feeling awkward no matter what he thought.

He poked at the system and said, "Is it strange that we are doing this?" '

[Not surprisingly. ] The system replied: [but very gay. ]

Song Yanqing shook her hand, and the people behind her also stopped. Song Yanqing looked back at He Chuanhua and asked, "Are you okay?"

He Chuanhua shook his head and sighed, "I was just thinking, the person who left you the red cloth must love you very much."

Song Yanqing was stunned for a moment, he stared fixedly at He Chuanhua, the corners of his mouth slowly curled up.

As if remembering the person in his heart, he frowned and said softly, "Yeah, although he's hard-spoken, I can feel it."

Before he finished speaking, He Chuanhua suddenly let go of his hand.

Song Yanqing looked at He Chuanhua, looked down at his hands, and began to cycle real-time data evaluation in his mind.

The system broadcasts data evaluation in his head like chanting scriptures.

Song Yanqing had a headache from being read, and he stared straight at He Chuanhua, wondering why he looked quiet on the surface, but why he was so much drama in his heart.

Just as He Chuanhua was about to speak, his gaze was attracted by something behind Song Yanqing.

He watched for a while, then grabbed Song Yanqing suddenly and dragged him into his arms.

Seeing his dignified expression, Song Yanqing shrank into his arms obediently, so as not to disturb him by moving around.

The light illuminated the long corridor extraordinarily brightly. I don't know if the walls are too soundproof, or there are no other living people here except them.

At the end of the corridor is a potted plant. On the left of the potted plant is a guest room and on the right is the stairwell.

Song Yanqing tilted his head and looked for a long time but didn't see any tricks. He Chuanhua stood upright in the corridor holding him, refusing to take a step.

"What did you see?" Song Yanqing asked, "Is the matter serious?"

"Which room is ours?" He Chuanhua said in a deep voice, "Someone has cast a spell here, this is no ordinary ghost shop."

His reaction was very strange, he put his arms around Song Yanqing vigorously, as if he was worried that the person in his arms would be snatched away if he used too little strength.

His words sounded familiar to Song Yanqing, Song Yanqing grabbed He Chuanhua's clothes tenaciously while recalling, and reached out to touch the door card.

He stuffed the door card into the small satchel casually. He lowered his head and touched it for a long time, but found nothing.

"It's strange...the door card is missing." He muttered, and when he withdrew his hand, his fingertips were covered with blood and minced flesh.

Song Yanqing was not afraid of these things, he looked at his fingers, and his brain was in a daze for no reason.

When he came back to his senses again, he felt that the strength that had been holding him had disappeared.

The person who was around just now disappeared at some point, Song Yanqing looked at the empty corridor and called softly, "He Chuanhua?"

Song Yanqing didn't move, just stood there and waited.He Chuanhua would not leave him behind, let alone have the ability to leave him within a few breaths.

Since the problem is not with He Chuanhua, then he is in trouble.

Song Yanqing touched her wrist subconsciously.Only to find that the red line of marriage that was said to be impossible to untie was missing.

There were a few soft noises from the tight stairwell on the right at the end of the corridor, and then the iron door slowly opened.

Song Yanqing moved his nose and smelled the rancid smell in the air. He held his wrist and realized that until He Chuanhua found a way, he had to rely on himself to survive.

Although the situation was critical, Song Yanqing vaguely felt that this scene had a strong sense of familiarity.

He thought for a while, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind.

How come the ghost shop hotel near the university town is so like the place where the feelings of the hero and heroine in the original text warm up.

He read the original text on the bus, and the only time Liu Shiyin stayed out at night was to celebrate his childhood sweetheart's birthday.

She found a hotel near the University City with her drunken cannon fodder, and she came out just thinking about sending people into the room.

But when she was about to leave, she encountered a ghost hitting the wall.

After experiencing a thrilling chase with the female ghost, Hongji was rescued by the rush.

While Song Yanqing was thinking, all the doors in the stairwell had been opened, and a woman with disheveled hair and a long snow-white dress ran out.

Song Yanqing turned around and was about to start the chase, when suddenly there was the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground behind her.

Song Yanqing looked back, and saw that white-clothed 'ghost' just now was lying on the ground, struggling to get up.

Song Yanqing looked at the pile of long hair, and called out hesitantly, "Liu Shiyin?"

The woman's movements suddenly stopped, and she parted her hair to reveal her face: "Huh?"

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