Resu will blow up [Quick Transmigration]

A cool breeze gusts from behind, taking away the temperature of the body surface.

Fang Zhuo quickly put on his clothes, closed the skirt that was parted to the chest, followed the old man in two or three steps, and squeezed cheekily into the door sideways.

The old man blew his beard and stared, "Why are you following me?"

The two of them now know the bottom line, it doesn't matter if you don't want face, Fang Zhuo said honestly, "I'm afraid of ghosts."

The old man sneered, "It is said that it is not a ghost, but an earth soul. This earth soul is a living soul, which is different from a ghost."

Fang Zhuo was afraid that the thing would follow into the room, so he quickly closed the door, and then frowned.

The word "earth soul" is a bit familiar, as if I've heard it somewhere.

233 reminds, "Task."

Fang Zhuo slapped his forehead suddenly, "Fuck, no, you said before that Jiang Luyan lost the soul of the earth."

Could it be the same one?

In fact, recalling carefully, he did call the soul once, but it was completely a brain twitch at that time, and he called it downstairs in his own house, so the possibility of being the target is too small.

Fang Zhuo, "...it can't really be such a coincidence."

233 urged, "Ask the person outside the door, I also want to know if it's the protagonist."

Fang Zhuo pursed his lips, looked up at the old man, "Master, can I ask you a question?"

Before seeing the young man being shocked for a while, beating himself up and beating his head for a while, and the old man's gray eyebrows were furrowed together, he thought the child was bewitched.

Seeing that the person returned to normal, he snorted, "Ask."

"If you call the soul, can you call the soul with one sound?" Fang Zhuo asked cautiously, which shows that he attaches great importance to the answer.

The old man sneered, "Are you ordering takeaway?"

Fang Zhuo, "..."

"However..." the old man changed the subject, "If you follow your fate and horoscope, and the living soul happens to be close, it's not impossible."

The Yin Qi on the young man is like a flower exuding a strong fragrance, even if it is far away, it can still provoke butterflies and bees.

Fang Zhuo's scalp was numb from the old man's sympathetic eyes.

If the thing outside is really Target No. [-], the other party must be nearby when he called his soul.

Fang Zhuo frowned, with a complicated look on his face, "Brother Ah San, do you still remember what happened in the elevator when I went to Jiang Luyan for the first time?"

233 said, "The lights in the elevator flickered."

Fang Zhuo said, "More than that, when I was standing at the door of the office, I felt something touch me."

Perhaps at that time, No. [-] had already left his body, and since then, he has been following him.

Fang Zhuo became less afraid when he became suspicious of the pervert outside.

He glanced out the window, it was dark, and he didn't know if the thing had left, "Master, if the earth soul leaves the body for too long, will there be any impact?"

The old man narrowed his eyes slightly, and stroked his beard, "The more times you leave the body, the longer it takes, and it will affect the other two souls."

"If it is light, it will be stupid, but if it is serious, it will destroy the soul."

No wonder the system told him to help Jiang Luyan fix his soul first, otherwise his future husband would have to die.

Fang Zhuo grabbed the old man's arm excitedly, "How can I save him?"

The old man said, "That depends on why he left his soul."

"I'll call him in." Fang Zhuo dropped his words, ran out of the room, stood on the stone steps at the door, and shouted into the air, "Jiang Luyan."

The yard was pitch black, and it was quiet everywhere. The crickets and grasshoppers that had been chirping frantically before also stopped, only the cool wind forced its way into his clothes.

Fang Zhuo shuddered suddenly, and a sensitive part of his body was pinched.

Hastily tore off the jacket, looked at the little red bean inside by the light of the room, and actually stood up.

He grabbed his collar angrily, "Jiang Luyan."

Not only did the cloudy wind not dissipate, but it became stronger and stronger, as if the originally warm mood suddenly became irritable.

Fang Zhuo sneezed violently, if this continues, he will definitely catch a cold.

He looked back at the room, and the old man had already sat back on the bed and began to meditate quietly.

According to the pervert's pissing nature, since he has been found, he will not leave easily, recalling the traces on his body after waking up this morning...

Regardless of whether the other party is number two or not, he has to make sure first.

Fang Zhuo returned to his room, lifted the quilt and got in.

Probably because the quilt has not been dried for a long time, it is a little damp inside, and it is not warm to sleep.

Holding the edge of the quilt, he stared wide-eyed at the roof, where a thick beam was just above his head.

For some reason, a picture flashed across my mind, a woman in a big red dress hanged on it, her face was blue, her mouth was open, she was looking at him with lowered eyelids...

Fang Zhuo swallowed in fear, shrank back under the quilt, closed his eyes and warned himself not to think wildly.

But there are some things, the more you don't want to touch them, the more you have to dig into your mind.

For example, the big red dress floated down from the hanging rope, and the toes were just hanging above his head.

Fang Zhuo was a little embarrassed as the brain supplement came to an abrupt end. If he continued to think about it, the red dress would be gone.

233,"Wretched."

Fang Zhuo snorted, "Is there your protagonist who is wretched?"

233 has nothing to say, if the soul that haunts the host is really the protagonist, peeping, stalking, sexual harassment, everything that shouldn't be done, and nothing that should be done, what a shame.

Fang Zhuo didn't know what the system was thinking, and continued, "I can even do things like peeking at the shower, tsk tsk tsk, convinced."

I remembered that I was in the yard before, got up with my buttocks naked, squatted down for a while, and bent down to pick up soap once.

Probably because the quilt was too thick, I suddenly felt so hot that my head was about to smoke.

The old man is too unreliable, even if it is not a ghost, it is not a human being, and he was let in without making a sound.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, Fang Zhuo simply sat up, the quilt that had just been covered, all the heat escaped, and a gust of cool wind came from nowhere, pouring it all into the quilt.

He shivered, staring straight ahead, "Jiang Luyan." His voice was hoarse and trembling, mixed with uncertainty and fear.

There was no movement in the room, as if the cold air lingering around him was his illusion.

"Jiang Luyan, can you show up?" Fang Zhuo asked in a low voice, his eyelashes trembling, his pupils constricted, and all the fear was evident on his face.

After waiting for about half a minute, he said again, "Come out, I, I am very courageous, I won't be frightened."

"If you are, can you just knock on the table?"

Fang Zhuo waited with bated breath, his heart was beating like thunder, and he was expecting and fearing.

He didn't know how long he sat there, shrunk to the corner of the wall, his eyes fell on the window facing the head of the bed, and he didn't know when it was opened.

Could it be that the cold air just now was not a pervert, but a cool breeze?

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that this was possible, so Fang Zhuo got out of bed, ran over on tiptoe, closed the window, and was about to turn back when he was suddenly shocked.

In the dark corner, there seems to be one more person, judging from the blurred outline, it should be a man.

Fang Zhuo's whole body was tense, his back was covered with fine cold sweat quickly, his legs seemed to be filled with lead, and he couldn't move no matter what.

He subconsciously licked his lower lip, and asked the system in fear, "Do you know him?"

233 said, "I can't tell."

The facial features were almost blurred into a ball, how could it be possible to distinguish them, Fang Zhuo had an illusion that the shadowy ball was so fragile that it would disperse when the wind blows.

His heart was tense, and he didn't know where the courage came from, so he took a step forward, "Jiang Luyan."

The man was hidden in a cloud of black mist, walking towards him step by step, Fang Zhuo obviously felt that the temperature around him began to drop.

He was too familiar with this situation, and for the first time, what grew in his heart was not fear, but excitement. It must be him, and the second target must have escaped.

"I'll take you home." It was still possible to condense a little shape before, but within two hours, it was already blurred into a ball. Fang Zhuo was worried that if it was delayed any longer, the product would die.

The other party remained silent, and kept approaching with that gloomy and cold aura.

Sensing that the other party's mood was not right, Fang Zhuo instinctively started to back away, and this time he retreated, he directly retreated to the side of the bed and sat down.

As soon as his butt touched the bed, he regretted it. There are too many things he can do on the bed, such as sleeping, chatting under the quilt, and having trouble with each other.

Fang Zhuo's eyes drifted here and there, and he suggested in a low voice, "If you want to chat, we can chat in the yard and watch the stars by the way."

"I just want to see you." The pervert finally spoke.

Fang Zhuo was stunned for a moment, feeling pity in his heart, see, this is the consequence of not staying in the body obediently, the soul body is getting weaker and weaker, and the voice is floating.

He was suddenly a little worried, whether the boss's body would not work because of the soul.

"Mr. Jiang, the earth soul has left the body..." It will hurt you a lot.

He swallowed back the second half of the advice, and the blurry shadow in front of him disappeared, but the frightening sense of oppression was still close at hand.

Immediately afterwards, I felt that my ankle was being grabbed, and I pushed it up forcefully, and my body lay down uncontrollably, my back hurting from the hard bed.

What kind of rhythm is this, Fang Zhuo is very familiar with it, but no matter how familiar he is, there is a way for him to break through the barrier of species and have trouble with a pervert.

"Get up." Fang Zhuo was annoyed, "Let's talk."

It's a pity that this is a stubborn pervert, and nothing can interrupt what he wants to do.

Fang Zhuo lowered his eyes, watching his belt unravel by itself, the skirt of his clothes slid to the side, revealing his smooth chest, the plaster on his Adam's apple was gone, it was thrown out, and fell lightly on the ground.

The pervert had great strength, and the black mist wrapped around him seemed to have a consciousness of its own, tightly bound his hands and feet, and fixed him on the bed.

There was a gust of cool wind on the upper body, but the lower body was not much better. After a rustling sound, Fang Zhuo felt the coolness of the bird and his butt.

"When I first saw you, I wanted to do this." The ethereal voice was mixed with a sigh, as if he was very satisfied with the situation in front of him.

What evil have I done to you to make you have such dirty thoughts!

Fang Zhuo shivered, "Calm down, we have different shapes, we can't do that."

There was a chuckle in the air, with a hint of sarcasm.

Fang Zhuo was unhappy, "What are you laughing at?"

"Can he do it?"

Fang Zhuo suddenly had a bad feeling, "Who are you referring to?"

"Jiang Luyan."

"..." No, big brother, isn't Jiang Luyan yourself? ?

"You took the initiative to approach him that day. Why? Have you seen him before? Like him? When you looked at him, there was light in your eyes, but when you looked at me, there was only fear."

"You chased me away again and again, hiding from me..."

"How can you be so naive, do you really think you can get rid of me like this?"

"I said, I will pester you to death."

Big brother, wake up, you are the pervert and Jiang Luyan, why do you care about so much.

Fang Zhuo was stunned by these accusations and threats. Just as he was about to defend himself, he felt a sudden pain in his shoulder, as if he had been bitten hard, followed by a cold and slippery bite, and he licked it over and over again.

The other party licked carelessly, as if tasting, and when it was the turn of the little red beans below, Fang Zhuo knew that this was punishment.

It hurt so much that he was about to cry.

"If you bite again, it will fall off."

The young man's voice was crying, and his expression was timid and timid. He was like a tough puppet controlled by someone, revealing everything to him.

Hearing the heavy breathing in the air, Fang Zhuo felt chills all over his body, wishing to pass out immediately.

"233333 help me find a way!!!"

In the current naked situation, he really has no face to call the old man here. If the old man doesn't help, but instead says, "Such a good-looking young man, you just follow him." How should it end?

233 had long escaped, and only sent out an automatic reply: [The plot has been detected to be disharmonious, and the system has been blocked. 】

Fang Zhuo cried and said "Ouch", another bean was also bitten.

The wet and cold feeling went all the way down. Under normal circumstances, the dead bird could be revived, but right now... He was really worried that after this time, he would have a psychological shadow on this kind of thing.

"I didn't want to send you away." Fang Zhuo shouted hoarsely, "I just want to help you."

The cold breath had already reached the lower abdomen, and he didn't intend to stop.

Fang Zhuo resisted the urge to cry, and said with a trembling voice, "You should have heard it before, the separation of the soul will not do you any good, and you will disappear."

"Are you concerned about me?" The breath hanging from his lower abdomen suddenly fell on his face, Fang Zhuo froze all over, and nodded nervously.

The pervert laughed softly, and the black yin energy spread out, enveloping the young man firmly below.

"I have a solution," he said.

Fang Zhuo was shocked. It is my job to fix the soul, and it is my mission to save the protagonist. If you have finished all these, then what should I do.

"What can you do?" Fang Zhuo asked anxiously.

According to the routine, the most official and authoritative rescue method should be with him, and the method of perverts must be crooked.

The pervert's breathing was still rapid and heavy, he said, "Just like now."

A cold and soft touch fell on his mouth, and something was prying open his teeth and getting into his mouth.

Fang Zhuo was forced to raise his head to bear it, and held back the sound of about to break. He turned his limbs quietly, and found that he still couldn't break free, and he was paralyzed and motionless.

I don't know how long it took, the lecherous ghost let go of his limbs in satisfaction, but pressed his body up again in the next second.

He covered the young man under his body and entangled him tightly.

Fang Zhuo was nearly suffocated by him, his mind was dizzy, and his body was getting colder and colder. He knew that resistance was useless, so he rolled his eyes in the dark, endured the discomfort and closed his eyes, forcing himself to sleep.

The room finally became completely quiet, only two breaths, one hot and the other cold, were tightly intertwined.

Outside the window, the dark clouds were blown away, revealing half of the moon, and the white moonlight shone through the two transparent tiles on the roof.

A man appeared out of nowhere on Fang Zhuo's body, with slender limbs, wide shoulders and narrow waist, wearing a white shirt and black trousers, but his skin was cold and white as snow, which looked a little scary.

He looked down at the sleeping man and kissed his forehead. After a long time, a man's cold voice sounded in the dead silent room.

"I've been looking for you for a long time, so long that you can't imagine..."

"I won't share you with anyone, not even myself."