Neverland

Xu Muzhou was silent for two seconds, then said calmly, "...good night."

As he spoke, he slid down quickly, grabbed the quilt, turned over and covered the quilt in one go, and almost rolled himself into a large bundle.

"Tsk." Yan Cen has been traveling all over the world for so many years, his skin is as thick as a city wall, even if he utters such a nonsense sentence, he doesn't blush, and unreasonably turns around and jokes at Xu Muzhou, saying: "It's unreasonable, I praise you without saying thank you Forget it, you still have to grab my quilt."

Xu Muzhou numbly poked out half of his face from under the quilt, and kicked the extra quilt towards Yan Cen with his feet.

A corner of the silk curtain by the window was lifted by the wind, and the cool night wind suddenly poured into the room. The sweet rose fragrance in the air was diluted by the evening wind, leaving only a very faint wisp.

Xu Muzhou half-closed his eyes, shrank subconsciously under the quilt, and complained: "...What kind of heat preservation measures do you have in this room, you will freeze to death—"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly stopped.

——Before Yan Cen finished washing, he even found out that the big window in the bedroom was closed tightly, where did the wind come from?

"strict--"

Before Xu Muzhou opened his eyes and sat up, he felt a light and shadow suddenly pressing down in front of him.The next second, Yan Cen rushed over and put his arms around his shoulders, hugged him and rolled down, directly off the bed.

The two of them fell heavily on the floor, Xu Muzhou was crushed under Yan Cen, the back of his head hit the floor honestly, and there was a buzzing sound in his ears.

All this happened so quickly, Xu Muzhou opened his eyes in a daze, and only had time to see a white shadow flash by in the corner of his eye. poured into the glass.

Before Xu Muzhou could see anything, Yan Cen had already stood up by pressing the window sill beside him.

Earl Robert's leg was completely crippled. Although Neverland could make minor adjustments for Yan Cen, he was not a skilled doctor.The badly injured kneecap hadn't been subjected to this kind of rough treatment for about ten years, and it made a toothache creaking sound, Yan Cen slipped his hands in pain, and almost knelt on the ground on the spot.

Yan Cen couldn't help cursing a curse in his heart, not even letting go of Robert in Neverland.

Catherine, who visited late at night, rushed to nothing, but was not discouraged.She straightened up from the bed, with slightly curly long chestnut hair loose, and turned her head again, looking at Yan Cen with attachment and persistence.

"Charles," Catherine said quietly.

Lady Catherine was, as the servants had said, a very gentle person.Even if she died, she died very decently - her long chestnut hair was slightly messy scattered on her shoulders, there was no scar on her face, and the dress on her body was torn apart, and there was no blood stains.

Catherine was very pale, but very beautiful in features.The long eyelashes trembled slightly and half drooped, looking weak and pitiful, it would not be an exaggeration to say that she looked like an angel.

Her voice was as thin as a mosquito, as if she was afraid of disturbing something, and she sounded very gentle.When she called Yan Cen, the ending sound was very soft, and it was not difficult to hear the dependence and familiarity in it.

And if you don't look carefully, Catherine in front of you is no different from a living person.

"Did you remember that sentence today?" Catherine patted the bed under her body lightly, and stretched out her hand to Yan Cen.

——If you ignore the blood on her nails, then this scene can barely be regarded as a personal ghost.

Yan Cen was indifferent to her words, and didn't want to find out where the blood stains on her hands came from. His eyes froze, and he preemptively stretched out his hand to pin Catherine's wrist.

Robert's legs couldn't bear the force for a long time, Yan Cen grabbed Catherine's wrist and pulled her into his arms, then reached out and grabbed her neck halfway.

The Countess Robert, who had been ill for a long time, was as petite as a bird, her slender neck could be pinched with one hand, Yan Cen gritted his teeth, and tightened the force of his hand viciously, almost slamming Catherine's body. The neck bone was pinched and shattered.

Catherine's empty eyes fell on Yan Cen's face. She didn't care about her vital parts before she was alive, and even maintained the posture of reaching out, leaning forward to touch Yan Cen's face.

Yan Cen looked at the blood in her fingers, feeling sick in his heart, he staggered a step, and pressed Catherine on the bed not far away.

The inconvenience caused by the flawed injury was too obvious, Yan Cen's legs couldn't borrow strength on the bed, so he could only use one hand to support the mattress, so as not to throw himself on the bed with Catherine.

The vase on the bedside table was accidentally injured by the actions of the two of them. After shaking it twice, it still couldn't stabilize and fell to the ground with a grunt.

But fortunately, Yan Cen still restrained Catherine to a certain extent. Her face was ashen, and she grabbed his wrist with both hands, trying to break free from Yan Cen's hand with pale finger bones.Although this Mrs. Robert looked delicate, she was a resentful undead after all. With a pair of broken legs, Yan Cen couldn't do anything to her for a while.

"Charles." Catherine looked at him stubbornly and asked, "Do you remember that sentence?"

What she said was "that sentence", Yan Cen thought, this is beginning to deviate from the information in Robert's diary.Robert made the oath "Miss Catherine", but Catherine clearly asked him to miss something.

No matter how similar the dead may look to the living, there will always be traces to follow.Catherine's pretty blue pupils are so dilated that they are barely out of focus, making her look look lifeless, like a delicate display doll in a shop window.

"No." Yan Cen said almost ruthlessly, "Do I need to care about those things?"

Catherine probably didn't expect him to answer like this, she was slightly taken aback, and then showed a very sad expression.

"Charles," Catherine said.

Her behavior had nothing to do with her sadness, the strength in her hand suddenly increased, Yan Cen only felt a tingling pain in her wrist, as if a thin layer of skin had been peeled off.

Catherine broke free from his hands, but instead of running away, she came forward and grabbed Yan Cen's shoulders. She turned over and threw Yan Cen off her body.

Yan Cen suffered a lot. Catherine's hands were extremely strong, and she pressed him firmly into the soft mattress, with one leg kneeling on top of him, pressing the two injured legs tightly. Strictly.

"You broke my heart," said Catherine, tearfully, "you really broke my heart."

Yan Cen really felt that [-]% of what this lady suffered from was schizophrenia.She spoke very weakly, but her palm had been scratched from Yan Cen's shoulder to his neck during the confrontation just now, and her bloodshot nails were firmly pressed against his throat, and she would strangle him to death in the next second His posture.

Yan Cen's left forearm was placed across Catherine, preventing her from taking any further steps. His right hand had already quietly touched under the pillow, and he grasped the hilt of the dagger.

Xu Muzhou finally endured a period of dizziness, when he heard a crisp sound of porcelain shattering in his ears, the cold water in the vase splashed out, and most of it splashed on his neck, making him shiver.

The hem of Catherine's small foreign dress fell down along the edge of the bed, Xu Muzhou was slightly taken aback, the memory before the fall suddenly came back, and he was completely awake.

He jumped up from the ground suddenly, and saw Yan Cen being firmly pressed on the bed by Catherine, unable to move.

"You once promised me that you would seriously consider my suggestion." Catherine said sadly, "Charles, you said you would fulfill my only wish."

"Of course I will." Yan Cen raised the corners of his lips slightly, and said with a sneer, "Catherine, aren't you dead already?"

"Char--" Catherine's screams came to an abrupt end, like a screaming chicken being choked.

Catherine's slender neck was caught off guard by two iron chains, which were tightening tightly on her fair skin at this time, leaving a shocking dark purple scar.

Yan Cen frowned slightly, and subconsciously leaned over to look behind Catherine: "Xu Muzhou, you—"

Xu Muzhou was gnashing his teeth and pulling the other end of the iron chain, trying to pull Catherine away from Yan Cen.The veins on the back of his hands were clearly visible, and he was obviously distracted and didn't even have the energy to speak.

Thanks to Earl Robert, an iron chain is installed on the left and right sides of his bed to fix the wheelchair. The iron chain is as thick as two fingers, and the chain is stiff, so it is difficult to break free for a while.

Catherine subconsciously wanted to reach out to grab the iron chain around her neck. Seeing this, Yan Cen immediately let go of the dagger in his hand, looped it around Catherine's shoulders from the back, pulled back and pulled hard, and pushed Catherine away following Xu Muzhou's strength. , taking advantage of the opportunity to cut her right hand behind her back.

Yan Cen pulled the remaining half of the iron chain in Xu Muzhou's hand, and wrapped it around Catherine's right wrist a few times, and then tightened it tightly, binding the noble countess into a very unseemly chain. Shrimp.

However, before Yan Cen could ask the other party again, Mrs. Catherine, who was flaring her teeth and claws just now, suddenly disappeared in place, leaving not even a speck of ashes behind.

The iron chains binding her body loosened, and fell on the bed with a clatter, twisted into a mess.

"This..." Xu Muzhou said in a daze, "What's going on."

Yan Cen was calmer than him, he breathed a sigh of relief, turned over and sat down firmly, and then said: "Understood, this should be the reason why Earl Robert and Catherine can get along in harmony."

"...You mean." Xu Muzhou said, "The time Catherine can appear is very limited?"

"It depends on the situation." Yan Cen wiped his chin with the back of his hand, wiped off the cold sweat from the pain just now, and then glanced at Xu Muzhou.

"... Stay away a little bit next time." Yan Cen's voice was a little low, probably because he was tired: "What if she attacks indiscriminately?"

"Stop doing this." Xu Muzhou glanced at the fingerprints on his neck, and said, "It turns out that you'll be cold without me."

Yan Cen smiled, stopped arguing about this topic, stretched out his hand to weigh the iron chain, and changed the way he said: "Are you not afraid of ghosts anymore?"

"I can't be scared, especially I'm afraid that she will suddenly change her face, the skin on her face will fall off, and then she will look at me with rotten eyes." Xu Muzhou rolled his eyes, sat back on the bed with weak hands and feet, and said, "It's just like life. Shadow, I can have days of nightmares."

"Then you still rush forward." Yan Cen said.

"I'm afraid of ghosts." Xu Muzhou glanced at him and said angrily, "But I'm more afraid that you will become a ghost too, that's fine."