Resu will blow up [Quick Transmigration]

When Fang Zhuo saw this precious species for the first time, he was actually a little nervous.

As soon as he was nervous, other parts of his body became tense, and the big baby vomited out of fear, making both of them very embarrassed.

The second time, the big baby became more courageous, and it was fine after being stroked and rubbed by Fang Zhuo for a long time, which made the delicate little master sour and swollen.

After finally getting to the end, I thought I could fall asleep, but it turned out that there was a third time.

I don't know how long it took, Jiang Luyan was finally willing to lock up the big baby, and carefully washed Fang Zhuo inside and out.

Fang Zhuo lay paralyzed in the man's arms, pretending to be dead, and soon fell asleep.

Jiang Luyan carried him out of the bathtub, put him on the bed, put on his underwear gently, dried his hair, and then went to bed and hugged him into his arms.

Fang Zhuo didn't sleep well, he kicked and kicked his feet, then turned over, pointing his butt behind him.

Jiang Luyan stared down at the back of the young man's neck for a moment, feeling that something was missing.

He leaned up again, shackled him in his arms again, gnawing and biting at the white and tender skin, very cruel.

Seeing the bleeding bite marks, Jiang Luyan was very satisfied, leaned close to the young man's ear, and said, "Remember, I am the one who fucked you."

The young man's body froze for a moment after being in a deep sleep, Jiang Luyan narrowed his eyes slightly, and kissed Lulu's shoulder.

"Go to sleep."

Fang Zhuo didn't say a word, closed his eyes, his heart was overwhelmed.

Jiang Luyan's body is a hot item now. Strictly speaking, it should be able to have three states. During the day, it is a two-in-one cool model, and at night, it is divided into two, and each wants to dominate the violent and paranoid models.

Fang Zhuo, "Counting it all together, I have three husbands."

233 has already unblocked, "...as long as you are happy."

"Happy fart." Fang Zhuo couldn't tell.

To put it bluntly, there are three husbands, but to put it bluntly, his husband is a genius.

This one wanted him, and that one wanted him too. He never knew that he could be so popular.

This kind of sweet burden is beyond the comprehension of others and the system.

It rained all night outside the window, until early morning, there was still no tendency for the rain to stop.

Fang Zhuo planned to take the paper figurine to Wuming Temple to ask his master today, so he got up early.

He gently stuffed a pillow into the man's arms, got out of bed and went into the bathroom.

I was messed around last night, and I didn't have time to observe it carefully.

The bathroom has a large space, separated from wet and dry, outside is a large washbasin, and a high-tech smart toilet.

Inside is a large jacuzzi with a shower opposite the bathtub.

Fang Zhuo looked at the one-person toiletries next to the washbasin, scratched his head, and went downstairs for a walk.

The servant got up earlier than him, and when he saw the person coming down, he immediately delivered the prepared toiletries, and handed over the washed and dried clothes by the way.

By the way, I reminded, "Mr. usually wakes up at eight o'clock in the morning. Before that, please try not to disturb him."

Fang Zhuo suddenly remembered something, "Where's the stuff in my pocket?"

The servant said, "I put it back in your pocket."

Fang Zhuo was slightly relieved.

The servant frowned slightly, hesitant to speak, a normal person would not carry a paper figurine in his pocket, but this man was brought back by his husband himself, so she couldn't say anything.

Seeing that her expression was not right, Fang Zhuo asked, "Is there anything else?"

The servant shook his head, "It's fine."

Fang Zhuo didn't take it seriously, nodded and said thank you, and went back upstairs with a bunch of things.

After returning to the bathroom and washing up, he put a tub of water for himself and lay down on his back.

The high-end bathtub is different. After a few massages, the body aches and pains are relieved a lot.

Fang Zhuo narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at the bright crystal lampshade on the ceiling, and asked the system, "Did the double cultivation last night have any effect?"

233 voice regretted, "No."

Fang Zhuo, "Three times is not enough?"

233, "The protagonist has been away from his soul since he was nine years old. It has been 20 years since his soul was seriously damaged. It has become an instinct for the earth soul to leave his soul every night. hanging."

It sounds reasonable.

Fang Zhuo sighed, as many times as possible, anyway, he is very talented, and more times are also good for his body.

It’s not just bragging. When doing things, cooperate with the breathing method taught by Baodian. After finishing the work, the body is only tired, and the spirit is refreshed. There is an indescribable joy.

I don't know if Jiang Luyan will feel the same way.

Probably because of the effect of the massage, Fang Zhuo began to feel drowsy while thinking wildly.

The heavy eyelids closed for a while, lifted for a while, and quickly closed tightly.

On the ceiling, the lights flickered suddenly, and the handle of the bathroom door automatically turned around and slowly opened a crack.

The calm and waveless bathtub water suddenly rippled, making it itchy when slapped on his body.Fang Zhuo opened his eyes vigilantly, his heart stopped beating in fright.

In front of him was a pair of black eyes with no whites.

He subconsciously wanted to call out, but was pushed directly into the water by a pair of hands.

Fang Zhuo didn't expect that after a few worlds, he would experience the feeling of drowning again.

Which family's brat is this bastard!

Fang Zhuo's limbs splashed in the water, making a clattering sound. On the face that was close at hand, the malicious smile grew bigger and bigger, revealing a few sporadic sharp teeth and a tongue without a tip.

Blood oozed from the tongue, dripping all over the water above Fang Zhuo's face, and was scattered by the swaying water waves.

Some were pushed to other places by the water waves, and some were choked into the stomach by Fang Zhuo.

So fucking disgusting.

The foul-smelling and bloody water seemed to have its own consciousness, continuously pouring into the eyes, ears, mouth and nose.

Probably because the person was about to die, his potential exploded, and he didn't know where the strength came from, but he opened the hand with force and threw it away.

With a loud bang, the baby ghost was smashed against the bathroom door.

He fell to the ground, the joints on his body twisted and misplaced, and he crawled on the ground in a very strange posture, and at the same time, there was a gurgling sound in his body.

Fang Zhuo was short of breath, his scalp was numb, he yelled Jiang Luyan's name, he grabbed something and threw it at him.

Almost at the same time, the bathroom door was pushed open.

One hand caught it firmly, and flew to the marble soap tray by the door.

The heavy wooden door slammed into the wall, taking away the baby ghost who had climbed halfway, and slammed into the wall.

The baby ghost probably didn't expect that he would be so backward, his head was tilted ninety degrees, his black eyes began to bleed, he crawled forward faster, and the clucking noises in his joints became more and more intensive.

Jiang Luyan put the soap tray on the washstand, with a gloomy face, "What are you shouting for?"

Fang Zhuo quickly got up from the bathtub, even forgetting to hide the bird, bypassing the baby ghost and hiding behind the man.

He said, "There is a ghost."

The young man's wet body was trembling against his back, holding his arm tightly with both hands, staring at a certain direction.

The turbulent anger in Jiang Luyan's heart dissipated immediately.

The tilted head sweeps people from head to toe, as long as it is within sight, it is covered with all kinds of traces.

Some are pinch marks, others are hickey marks.

Jiang Luyan rubbed the center of his brows, there is no doubt who the traces on the young man came from.

In the normal situation of leaving the soul, although he didn't know what the earth soul went out to do, but he could remember everything he had done clearly.

But now...

He did it so intensely last night that he couldn't remember anything.

"Be careful." Fang Zhuo suddenly grabbed the man's arm and stepped back.

The baby ghost had already turned around and crawled towards the door, blood dripping from the corner of its mouth all the way.

Jiang Luyan frowned slightly, his eyes followed the direction of the young man's gaze, and fell on the ground.

That place was empty, let alone a ghost, not even a small ant.

But judging from Chen Jiu's frightened and panicked expression, it didn't seem like he was lying.

So it's not that there is no, but that he can't see it.

As early as when Grandma invited the first gentleman, the other party gave him a horoscope once, which was too hard, too rigid, too strong, and evil spirits did not invade.

There will be a big ups and downs in life with this kind of horoscope, and when it passes, it will be smooth sailing and rise step by step.

If you can't make it through, you will die without a burial.

And his hurdle is to leave the soul.

Jiang Luyan reached out and pulled a bath towel from the shelf, wrapped the lower body around the young man, and asked him, "Where is it?"

The stench in Fang Zhuo's mouth was still there, and he was clutching his throat to feel sick.

He coughed twice, guessing that Jiang Luyan should not be able to see, grabbed the man's hand, and reached out to the baby ghost.

Jiang Luyan waved it lightly in the posture, and the baby ghost didn't even have time to cry, and his figure was blown away by the domineering yang energy like a fire.

A white sheet, like a half-burned paper man, lay on the ground out of thin air.

Fang Zhuo clutched his chest and retched again, rushed to the basin, his stomach twitched non-stop, he vomited out nothing but a little bath water.

Jiang Luyan stood behind him with a frown, his hands hanging on his back, and he didn't take the shot.

With a movement of his fingertips, he hooked a tissue and handed it over, "Wipe your mouth."

Fang Zhuo froze for a moment, and squeezed out a smile from his pale face, "Thank you."

He wiped the water off his mouth, picked up the paper figurine on the ground, looked at it twice, turned around, took down his pants from the clothes rack, and took out the paper figurine inside.

The two paper figurines are stacked together, at least the size and shape of the upper half are exactly the same.

It wasn't enough to come yesterday, but I came again today, whoever is full will have to make trouble with him.

Fang Zhuo asked the system unhappily, "Who is trying to harm me?"

233 is indifferent, "Explore your own story by yourself."

"..." Fang Zhuo knew that he couldn't harden his anus at this time, and his tone softened, "Isn't it a little bit? At least let me have a direction, so I can be more careful."

233 was silent for a moment, and said one word, "Yu."

Fearing that Fang Zhuo would not understand after speaking, he simply typed a golden word on the light screen.

Fang Zhuo took out his mobile phone and searched. This word has four meanings in total: to control chariots and horses, to dominate management, to be related to the emperor, and to resist.

Reminiscent of the two times I was attacked by a baby ghost transformed into a paper man...

"Ghost control?" Fang Zhuo asked back.

The system is silent, which is the default.

That half-assed Chen Jiu, apart from cheating in fortune-telling and messing around with the bosses, he really never did anything too outrageous.

Who would hate him to the point of putting him to death?

Bai Jinshan?Probably not, they only met once, and they have no grievances or enmities, nothing wrong with them.

Could it be that Boss Hei knew that he was not dead, so he specially hired a powerful person to mess with him behind his back?

Not so much.

Asking someone to harm him was at least ten times what the original owner cheated him out of. Boss Hei wouldn't bleed for such a small guy like him.

Fang Zhuo, with one head and two big ones, directly hugged his head and squatted on the ground.

Jiang Luyan frowned and stared at the young man's hair, and touched his toes with his foot, "What's going on? Is that thing still there?"

Fang Zhuo looked up at him, I also want to know what's going on, big brother.

Looking down from Jiang Luyan's point of view, the young man's eyes are big and bright, probably because of choking on water before, the pupils are a little wet.

Fang Zhuo took a deep breath, stood up on his knees, stared into the man's eyes and said, "Let's go."

Jiang Luyan stared blankly at the approaching face, subconsciously holding his breath.

Fang Zhuo tilted his head, spread his five fingers and waved in front of the man's eyes, "Mr. Jiang, are you alright?"

Jiang Luyan frowned, suddenly grabbed the young man's wrist, leaned him against the sink and kissed him.

Fang Zhuo touched his lips, and couldn't bear to tell the boss that this mouth just drank the dirty blood of a ghost.

"Jiang Luyan, do you like me?"

Jiang Luyan's face sank, "You think too much."

Fang Zhuo tut tut, chased after him, "Then why did you kiss me?"

Jiang Luyan turned around suddenly, and stretched out his hand to hold the young man who hit his chest, "Kiss me if you want, there is no reason."

Fang Zhuo stood on the spot, staring at the back who had already walked away and licked his teeth.

"Mr. Jiang's mouth is really tough." Fang Zhuo said to himself, "I still like chili peppers."

twenty one,"……"

Jiang Luyan went to the company, Fang Zhuo asked the servant for the address, and asked the mouse to pick him up in a minivan.

Then take a walk and walk down from the top of the mountain.

The further I walked, the more I felt that a certain villa below looked familiar, and I didn't remember it until I got closer. Damn, isn't this Jiang Hao's house.

Coincidentally, the next second, I saw Jiang Hao walking out of the room with a beautiful woman in his arms.

Fang Zhuo narrowed his eyes slightly, and remembered that the beautiful woman in front of him was the same as the one in the tea house before.

If the two had known each other before, it was Jiang Hao who ordered the beautiful woman to rub against him that day.

If he didn't know each other before, it would be a little too careless for Jiang Hao to take his new girlfriend and live in the house of the old girlfriend who died and died.

Jiang Hao obviously saw him too, without any discomfort, he beckoned and approached the big beauty with his arms around him.

"Does Hong Hong still remember Mr. Chen?" Jiang Hao asked the big beauty with a smile.

The big beauty was a little embarrassed, "Remember."

Jiang Hao hugged the big beautiful woman's shoulders as if showing off, and then remembered that Chen Jiu likes men, and felt a little boring.

He looked around and asked curiously, "Why is Mr. Chen here? Is there business?"

It's business to fix the soul of my husband, Fang Zhuo nodded calmly.

Jiang Hao's attitude became more respectful.

Every house in this villa area can only be bought through special channels.

The residents here, except for some executives and major shareholders of Jiang Group, the rest are either rich or noble.

Being able to receive the cases entrusted by these people shows that Chen Jiu's strength and reputation are more powerful than he imagined.

He smiled eagerly, "Does Mr. Chen want to go down the mountain? Why don't I give you a ride?"

Fang Zhuo shook his head and pointed, "The person who picked me up has arrived."

"Then I won't send it off." Jiang Hao smiled and turned sideways to make way for him.

Fang Zhuo pretended to be old-fashioned, and passed by him indifferently, his lowered eyes happened to catch a glimpse of a string of beads on the other's left hand.

On the off-white ceramic beads, each one is painted with weird bright red lines. It stands to reason that this kind of color contrast should make people's eyes shine.

But at this time, Fang Zhuo only felt inexplicably cold, and this string of things gave him a bad feeling.

Seeing him staring at his bead, Jiang Hao hid it in his sleeve naturally, and reminded him, "Mr. Chen, there is a car waiting for you outside."

Fang Zhuo came back to his senses, and left without looking back.

It wasn't until I climbed into the van that I realized I had goosebumps all over my body.

He raised his eyes, looked through the windshield, and looked at Jiang Hao who was walking towards the garage with the big beautiful woman in his arms, and vaguely saw something wrapped around his arm.

I rubbed my eyes again, and there was nothing.

The mouse pushed him, "Boss, what's wrong with you?"

On the other side, Jiang Hao had already entered the garage and drove out in a big red convertible.

He was driving very fast, and when he passed the van, he even waved to Fang Zhuo.

The mouse poohed, "What's the point of being proud of driving a bad convertible? When we have money, we'll buy a Rolls-Royce to make him jealous."

Fang Zhuo rolled his eyes. If I have money, I will definitely save it to travel around the world, eat, drink and have fun. Only a fool would buy a Rolls Royce for comparison.

He withdrew his eyes from the buttocks of the convertible car that had run away, leaned back on the back of the chair, "Go back to the Taoist Temple, I have something to ask Master."

The small bread shell doesn't look very good, but it is very stable when it is opened. Fang Zhuo feels like a supercar.

Seeing the surprised look on the boss's face, Mouse was a little complacent and self-inflated at the same time, stepped on the gas pedal fiercely, and the car rushed out with a "woo".

Fang Zhuo experienced the speed of life and death for the first time, and his heart almost jumped out. Just as he was trying to stop the mouse, a black car suddenly rushed into the corner ahead.

If it is driving under normal conditions, the two cars will never collide, and if they are dead, they will just wipe it.

But the mouse was crazy, the car happened to be on the center line, and because it was drizzling, the road was wet and slippery, and it was impossible to stop.

When the mouse was about to die, he still had time to recite Amitabha Buddha.

Fang Zhuo was so desperate that he suffocated, thinking about the chances of surviving after jumping off the car.

Fortunately, the driver of the black car is skilled.

The steering wheel swished, and the whole car turned [-] degrees to the right, just in time to hit the little bread that was panicked and caused the front of the car to sway into the green grass inside.

It was the first time in the mouse's life that he was on the verge of life and death. He collapsed and collapsed on the seat motionless.

Fang Zhuo came back to his senses in a daze, and slapped his younger brother on the back of the head with his backhand.

"Don't worry about it, what kind of waves are there in the early morning." He patted his chest and took another two breaths, still lingering in fear and unable to calm down.

The driver of the car got out of the car and opened the rear door for the boss.

After Jiang Luyan saw who was sitting in the van, his whole face tensed up, and the word Sichuan was frowned between his brows.

Early in the morning, I took my little follower to drag racing, and I really didn't know how to live or die.