The god is an exorcist

Dou Wei was awakened by a burst of suppressed and charming panting.

In the silence, he was lying on the red velvet sofa, and the shortness of breath that was close at hand became more attractive because of deliberate suppression, like a taboo temptation, stretching out silky tentacles to tickle the tip of his heart .

"Ah—" An uncontrollable low cry made his gradually excited nerves suddenly tense, he raised his head slightly calmly, and opened his eyes a little, wanting to see who is so bold and unrestrained Play live eroticism beside yourself.

The lights in the room were not turned on, and it looked a little dim. The heads of the two people who were in the cloud and rain were shrouded in shadow, so they couldn't see clearly.

But the cold moonlight cast from the huge floor-to-ceiling windows happened to pour on the side of the woman sitting next to him who was straddling another person.

The man's waist was perfectly curved and alluring, twisting with restraint and indulgence like a snake, his fair skin was coated with a glaze-like luster by the moonlight, which made him unable to control the urge to touch it .

Dou Wei swallowed his saliva, and looked down along the waist line, a water-blue long gown that slipped from the "water snake waist" happened to cover the secret parts of the two people, and one could vaguely see some flowers embroidered on the clothes , big tuo big tuo, blooming very gorgeous.

At this time, the breathing of the two people became more and more rapid, and their movements became more and more violent, as if they had reached their limit and were about to erupt in the next second.

The arm of the "Water Snake Waist" that was originally holding the neck of the person below her moved at this moment. She raised her hand and pulled out something on the head. In the chest, pull|pull out, then insert|insert hard.

She swung the bloody murder weapon one after another, and the splashed blood spots bloomed in the air like a slow motion flower, and finally submerged into the velvet of the sofa of the same color.

Unexpectedly, a live erotic palace would turn into a murder case, and Dou Wei couldn't help but exclaimed.

"Water Snake Waist" froze and turned to look at him.

Scarlet dots on the heavily painted face and flat chest—"she" turned out to be a man!

"Killer!" Dou Wei yelled and sat up from the bed, dripping with cold sweat.

It turned out that everything just now was just a dream... Even though he knew it was a dream, his body seemed to have not recovered from the fright, and he kept his sitting posture stiff for a while before his body and brain reconnected.

To have such a dream, it must be because the birthday party tonight was too noisy.

After the nerves were relaxed, the aftereffects of drunkenness swept over, and the meridians in the forehead throbbed, as if being pulled repeatedly by an invisible hand, causing pain in the temples.

Pulling out a wet towel to wipe the sweat off his forehead, he accidentally saw the moonlight shining through the terrace outside the window, and the white, tender and soft waist in his dream revived in his mind, making his mouth dry for a while.

The sticky feeling of sweat soaking pajamas made him feel uncomfortable like a layer of mucous membrane, and a strange hot feeling gathered in his abdomen, and he couldn't fall asleep if he continued like this.

Damn, actually reacted to a man.

He rolled over and got out of bed, ready to take a shower and go back to sleep again.

Suddenly a faint sound came from the balcony of the next room, Dou Wei was startled first, and then realized that the person in the next room fell asleep was Fa Xiaoyan who drank more than himself tonight and refused to go home. Heng.

Most of the time, Yan Heng would sleep peacefully when he drank too much, but occasionally he would do stupid things like sitting alone by the wall while digging the wall and praising the whiteness of the wall. He was a little worried that what would happen to Yan Heng now A new moth.

Dou Wei couldn't help pricking up his ears, and vaguely heard intermittent opera singing, the tone was extremely miserable, as if he was pouring out his grievances accumulated for hundreds of years.

The cold sweat that made him feel uncomfortable at first turned into a layer of frost hanging on his body, which made him shiver. The pale face covered in oil paint in the dream appeared in front of his eyes, and he did not even think about it. rushed to the next room.

As soon as I put my hand on the door to knock, the door opened automatically.

The glass door of the terrace was wide open, and a gust of night wind rolled up the gauze curtain beside the door, revealing the water-blue figure behind, the cool-toned moonlight shrouded the man like a layer of tulle, Diancui's head and face glowed. With fragmentary brilliance, it is majestic and elegant, and its sleeves are flying.The big peony embroidery on the costume swayed left and right with his movements, and every movement would add another color to the flowers.

The fragrance came, not like the light fragrance of peony, but a strong fragrance like quenched poison, with an intoxicating taste.

This is a beautiful picture of a beauty under the moon. Normally, he would smile and joke a few words, but this moment made him feel infinitely panicked——Has Yan Heng ever had a habit of singing while drunk?In his memory, Yan Heng didn't know anything about opera, and this costume always felt... so familiar.

"Yan...Heng?" He hesitated and called out the name.

The graceful figure paused, and said in a singing voice: "Qiu Fan, are you back?"

Yan Heng turned around and quickly moved closer to him, his pale face was dull, his blood-stained red lips opened and closed mechanically: "Let's die together..."

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"Mr. Ziyu, he is in this room." Dou Wei took two steps back as if avoiding a snake, and pointed to the closed bedroom door.

Thinking of what happened last night, he still has lingering fears. That thing that looked like Yan Heng but wasn't Yan Heng almost killed him, if he didn't run fast...

He dared not think about it any longer.

This is a two-story villa of Dou's family. Usually, few people come to live in it. Most of the time, it is just empty. If Yan Heng didn't drink too much yesterday and made a fuss, he wouldn't ask the driver to take them to the nearest clubhouse. come here.

But thanks to them living here, Yan Heng's encounter with the evil was not known to others, otherwise he would not have to wait for Yan Sheng who regarded his youngest son as a treasure, and his secretary father, who was regarded as Yan Sheng's right-hand man, would have taken care of him first. Strip yourself alive.

I really don't know if I am his own son or Yan Heng is his own son!Every time Dou Wei thinks of this, he feels aggrieved because he has a father who favors outsiders.

It's just that such a thing as running into an evil spirit has never happened since Yan Heng wore the magic talisman that he specially asked for from an expert. It has been at least sixteen or seventeen years, so how could he suddenly be possessed by an evil spirit again?Doesn't the talisman work anymore?

Dou Wei looked at the handsome, fair-skinned, thin figure of the exorcist in front of him, who seemed to be about the same age as him, and his heart beat a little.

He didn't know much about these things beyond the scope of ordinary people's understanding, but he vaguely remembered that Yan Heng said that if he bumped into the evil Yan's family when he was a child, he would take him to find an exorcist, so he searched the Internet with the attitude of giving it a try. After a while, I found Ziyu's office.

In his impression, an exorcist should be an old man with a sense of demeanor, or a middle-aged man with a sturdy body, so when he saw the young Mr. Ziyu in Ziyu's office, he couldn't help feeling like he was fooled. Feel.

"Sir...can you really save him?" He finally asked the question that had 180 turns on his lips.

After Yuan Ziyu heard this question, the patience he had accumulated with great difficulty evaporated in an instant. He frowned and looked at Dou Wei, who was almost shrunk into a ball beside him: "If you don't believe me so much, why don't you find someone else? The consulting fee was transferred to my account, and I left because I was very busy."

Then he turned to leave.

It's rare to have a good night's sleep, and was woken up to work by this man crying and howling before dawn. Yuan Ziyu was already 1 upset in his heart, and he patiently listened to his nonsense all the way, but now he began to doubt his professional level !To an exorcist, it's like asking a girl how much she paid for a night out on the street. It's extremely disrespectful, and it's good quality not to beat him face to face.

Seeing that he was about to leave, Dou Wei quickly stopped him and put on a flattering smile: "I didn't mean to doubt sir, but sir, you look too young, I thought..."

"Think I'm a liar?" Yuan Ziyu unceremoniously completed his half-finished sentence, and then asked: "Then you still let me come?"

"No, sir, I was wrong. I shouldn't judge people by their appearance. My friend is really in danger now. You just don't remember the villain's mistakes. Please help him." All a little knotted.

Yuan Ziyu didn't say a word, but stopped, and turned back to the bedroom door.

The pure white solid wood door is carved with rose vines. Under the morning light outside the window, the huge crystal chandelier behind reflects colorful light spots, and the stars are scattered on the door, as if inlaid with many clear glass.

He stretched out his hand to the bronze flower-shaped doorknob, and before he touched it, he felt a numbness like touching a weak current rushing up his arm. The closer he was to the door, the stronger the resistance, and the numbness gradually became weaker. It became a needle-like pain, and at the same time, the crackling sound echoed in the air.

Yuan Ziyu frowned, withdrew his hand, took out a yellow talisman from his bosom, held it between his middle and index fingers, recited the mantra silently, and shouted a word in a low but majestic voice: "Break!"

The moment the talisman was slapped on the door, the originally closed door bounced open, and a violent wind exhaled from the dark room, like the breath of a giant beast.

Even Dou Wei, who was standing far away from the door, was startled by the movement, and subconsciously covered his face with his arms.

Yuan Ziyu, who was standing in the wind, was caught off guard, quickly held his breath, turned his face, staggered back a few steps, hit the guardrail of the corridor, and almost fell down the stairs when he was unsteady, and only survived by grabbing the railing frantically.

Fortunately, the gloomy wind didn't last too long. After the wind stopped, only the "squeak" sound of the still shaking crystal chandelier was left in the quiet villa.

"It seems...broken...the well is decadent...the garden...the good time...the beautiful scenery...however...the sky...it's a pleasure...who is it...the hospital..."

The ethereal singing sound came from the dim room. To Yuan Ziyu's ears, the opera singing was really full of charm, but every sentence was chilling and pleasant to hear, but after listening to it for a while, it would make people tremble in the heart.

Dou Wei, who had been poking his head out of the door tremblingly to look into the room, immediately turned into a frightened quail when he heard the singing, and retreated to the stairs at the speed of light without Yuan Ziyu opening his mouth, looking ready to run away at any time.

Yuan Ziyu looked at Dou Wei who was hiding at the stairs again. From this angle, he could just see his distinctive yellow hair, which made his whole head look like a pineapple.

"For a while, no matter what happens inside, as long as I don't come out, I'm not allowed to open the door, and I'm not allowed to peek inside, do you understand?" Out of professional ethics, Yuan Ziyu insisted seriously.

Seeing Dou Wei nodding his head like a pounding garlic, he calmed down and walked towards the house.