Ye Yang Guixiu

Burden, I walked out of the mountains with the people who went to our village to recruit workers, but I didn't expect that these people were liars, not people from factories at all, but human traffickers, and I was sold to the karaoke hall by them.I escaped, but every time they arrested me, I was beaten severely. The more times I did, the more hopeless I became.Later, I met a little gangster in the karaoke hall. He was good-looking and had a sweet mouth. He often coaxed me and pampered me. Gradually, my heart fell on him.Heh... I just didn't expect that everything he did was for my money. He took my savings and raised others outside.I argued with him, but he ruthlessly killed me. "

"How do you want me to help you?"

"Please call the police for me, my body is buried in..."

"Why are you pestering my brother?"

Hearing this, the woman stuck out her red tongue and licked her pale lips, giggling, "He smells so good..."

Ye Yang raised his eyebrows, noncommittal, and put out his seal with both hands to take away the ghost aura from the woman. The woman screamed and disappeared into the air, leaving only a room full of pungent soul-inducing incense.

"Is she dead?" Ye Xun asked.

"No, I just took her ghost energy." What Ye Yang didn't say was that the magic seal he used was very rough, and the female ghost would be in pain for a long time.

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The next day, according to Metropolitan News, a woman's body was found in a farmhouse in the suburbs!After a series of investigations by the police and disclosures from relevant personnel, the murderer Wu San was arrested.After the case came to an end, Ye Xun ordered people to send the woman's ashes back to her hometown.

Bang bang bang!

In the middle of the night, the glass was knocked again, Ye Xun woke up startled, got out of bed and opened the curtains, there was a human face on the glass, distorted and frightening, the woman's pale lips opened and closed slowly...

The woman said: Thank you!

--goodbye!

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So what... Seeing my brother entangled, I feel so sad, I decided to make the next chapter or the next chapter or the next chapter so that he and Yangyang can connect with each other, and then the two of them are in OOXX or XXoo...(^o^)/~

Also, my little friends are all Jieju, although Ye Yang had a relationship with Zhou Ziyan, a scumbag before, but the two of them just held hands purely~~~~

24

24, 24 Song Yun ([-])...

"Hey, are you really leaving?" An Yi and Song Yun had a good relationship and came to see him off.

Song Yun packed the suitcase and stood up, sighed and said, "I want to go back to my hometown to relax."

"Oh... that, will you come back later?"

"It depends on the situation." Carrying the suitcase, he walked out and locked everything in the room behind the door, as if closing the thought in his heart.

An Yi watched Song Yun get into the taxi, waved his hand and said, "Be careful on the road, goodbye."

"Goodbye." Rolling up the window, signaling the driver to leave.

The taxi drove away slowly, with his chin propped up and looking at the receding city street scene on both sides of the car window, his mind was full of thoughts.Since he came back from the ancient tomb, he has been trying to get to know some Taoists or Buddhists, hoping that these people can help him find Zhang Cheng, but... no matter whether those people have real talents or not, the answer is only one helplessness, the hope in his heart turned into disappointment.

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He is responsible for Zhang Cheng's feelings. It would be false to say that he loves it, but it is not correct to say he doesn't like it. He never knew that he had Stockholm Syndrome (also known as hostage complex or hostage syndrome) , referring to the fact that the victim has a good impression of the perpetrator, dependence, appreciation, etc.), he would care so much about the person who exploded his ass, Song Yun laughed at himself.

Song Yun suddenly said, "Stop!"

"What's the matter, sir?"

"..." Song Yun blinked blankly, looked outside and couldn't help but feel a little funny, he had been thinking wildly just now, but he didn't expect to see Zhang Cheng's residential area and subconsciously yell to stop, since he yelled, then go down and have a look Let's see, so that we can cut off his last thoughts.He and Zhang Cheng are not from the same world. After today, he will still belong to him. In the future, he will have his own lover, his own family, and his own life.

"Sir, fifty in total."

Song Yun handed a red note to the driver, took the change, and walked towards the residential area with the luggage compartment.

Standing in front of Zhang Cheng's house, Song Yun stayed for a while, took a deep breath, bent down and took out the key under the potted plant, opened the door and walked in.The room was cold, and it still kept the same appearance when they left. They wiped the table and chairs with their fingers, and there was a thick layer of dust, which meant that no one had been here for a long time.

Putting down the luggage compartment, turned around in the living room, pushed open the door of the bedroom, looked at the messy big bed, his breathing was slightly stagnant, he was trapped here for more than a month, 28 days of which were in the Spent in this bed.Hehe... Touching the soft quilt, the obscene atmosphere in the room has disappeared without a trace, and the wind blows in through the broken window, messing up his hair and messing up his complicated thoughts.

When he finally left, Song Yun took Zhang Cheng's photo album and the quilt stained with X fluid.Leaving the residential complex, Song Yun stared at the quilt in his hand, with blue veins popping out of his forehead, he was out of his mind, and actually... took the quilt away, he cursed softly: "Idiot, Mensao! Abnormal, XX's..."

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Get on the train and lie on the bed (Song Yun decided on a soft sleeper).He glanced at the other three members of the carriage. Everyone was asleep. He blushed. He secretly took out the quilt and covered him lightly. A familiar and strong smell came to his nostrils. Song Yun took a deep breath. , suddenly stopped, stiffly huddled under the quilt, lowered his head and moaned, he is fucking, could it be that he is really perverted... Woo... he might as well die!

Of course, Song Yun would not really commit suicide. The quilt should be covered as usual. Worried that others would find something strange, he covered his body with the quilt provided on the train, so that two quilts were pressed on his body, and Song Yun would soon be full. His head was sweating profusely, and he lifted the quilt to cool off while sleeping.

Although it was on a shaking train, this night was Song Yun's best sleep since he came back from the ancient tomb.

When he woke up the next day, Song Yun was flushed and drenched in sweat. The other three asked him if he was sick. Song Yun smiled dryly, folded the quilt secretly, put it in a bag, and got out of bed to eat.

Arriving at the station at noon, Song Yun's family is from a rural area, got off the train, ate some warm food, and took a taxi home.

Song's mother was waiting for him at the entrance of the village. Song Yun got off the taxi and threw himself into her mother's arms. He suddenly felt wronged, his eyes were red, and his voice was hoarse, "Mom, I'll stay at home from now on, okay?" Well, never go out again."

"...Okay." The son must have been wronged outside, that's why he said such angry words. Mother Song understood, she smiled lovingly and patted her son on the shoulder to comfort him silently.

At that time, Song Yun was admitted to a key university in S city (ranked third in the country). At that time, he was well-known in ten miles and eight towns. When he came back, everyone came to visit him. Mother Song is a generous and hospitable woman. Entertain everyone, and everyone who has nothing to do at home eats at his house.Song Yun is skilled and responsible. Over the years, he has earned a lot of money as a forensic doctor. Every time he sends back the money except his own expenses, the Song family is considered to be at an upper-middle level. Everyone praises Song's mother for giving birth to a child. Good son, Song's mother was very happy to be praised, Song's mother was happy, and the two men of the Song family were also happy.

After sending the villagers away, Song's mother packed Song Yun's luggage. Seeing this, Song Yun rushed over and hugged the wretched quilt in her arms to keep his mother from moving.

Seeing this, Song's mother teased: "Which little girl gave it to you, such a treasure?"

"It wasn't a gift from a little girl." If his old mother found out about this wretched quilt, it wouldn't kill him.

"Since it's not a gift from a little girl, I'll take it out for you to dry."

"No need." This wretched quilt was really hard to get out, Song Yun smiled dryly.

"Hehe..." Mother Song laughed.

"Hehehe..." Song Yun smiled apologetically.

In the evening, Song's mother prepared two small dishes and arranged the courtyard for the two men of the Song family to talk about.

Song Yun poured wine for Father Song, and the father and son drank three glasses first.Putting down their glasses, the two talked about topics of interest.Because Song's mother is very tough, and she is always the one at home. Song Yun loves to talk to the sensible and good-tempered Father Song about everything that is on his mind. Of course, Song's father is not a weak wimp, he just loves his wife very much. So I let my wife decide on the usual things.

After drinking two ounces of wine, Song Yun burped and his guts got fatter. He slapped the table and said, "Father, your son lives here alone." He pointed his chest and said.

"Which family's girl, how is her character?"

"It's not a girl from any family, hiccup~~~"

"??"

"It's a boy from which family, your son and I fell in love with a man!" Song Yun yelled loudly as if his father couldn't hear him.

Father Song paused the hand holding the wine glass, and said in disbelief, "Really?"

"Really, woo...your son was eaten up and then thrown away... woo..." Song Yun whimpered while taking advantage of his alcoholism.

Seeing his son's embarrassing appearance, Father Song took a deep breath, "Mother, come out quickly, the sky is falling..."

Mother Song ran out with a kitchen knife.

Song Yun woke up with a hangover at noon the next day, with a headache that was about to explode. At this time, he didn't know how explosive he said last night, and Song's mother almost chopped him off on impulse.

He groaned and climbed out of bed, pouted his head, and opened the door to wash.

Walking into the living room, seeing his parents sitting there with strange expressions, Song Yun didn't think much about it.