Five supernatural bosses are vying to marry me

Bai Guanyin placed the sculpture in a soft trouser belt. The summer school uniform was very thin, and the sculpture that was tightly attached to the thigh was warm. Nan Jing could almost feel the heat on one side of his body.

On the other side of the sculpture, it was rubbed by the soft fabric of the trousers. Repeated rubbing made Nan Jing feel that his body was turning red and numb.

It's a torment.

"Um..." Nan Jing moved impatiently, his fingers curled up and tightly grasped one side of Bai Guanyin's clothes, and accidentally touched Bai Guanyin's chest, and he didn't know where he touched.

Bai Guanyin paused for a moment, and the voice was almost forced out in the darkness: "Nan Jing, don't move."

The atmosphere in the darkness was thick and strange, Nan Jing took a few deep breaths, and asked in a hoarse and damp voice, "Bai Guanyin, can I still live?"

Until this moment, Nan Jing finally realized what was happening. There was hidden in this campus...ghost, which he couldn't see or touch. That unknown ghost was now eyeing him.

Moreover, his whole body has been completely united with the sculpture in the sculpture room, if that sculpture is accidentally broken, what will happen to him?

Now thinking about the Pen Fairy game that is still going on in the activity room, Nan Jing's body can't help shaking. This Pen Fairy game is a real supernatural game, and they can't stop it, they have to continue playing.

And can I live with myself who is completely connected with the feeling of sculpture?

Bai Guanyin paused, her tone was cold, and she didn't directly answer Nan Jing's question: "It is confirmed that there is a problem with the Pen Fairy game, and the Pen Fairy game must continue."

"You will be affected by the sculpture. Nothing can happen to this sculpture. The sculpture is placed here with me, Nanjing." Bai Guanyin paused: "Can you continue to play games?"

"It should be fine," Nan Jing barely controlled his breathing. He had gradually gotten used to the hot side, but the part of his body that was rubbed still needed to get used to it. Nan Jing whispered, "Bai Guanyin, can you hug me a little bit more?" ?”

"It hurts a bit."

Bai Guanyin's movements paused, and the lines of his handsome face moved, as if he didn't hear it, but the movements of his hands were loose.

Nan Jing bent his eyes, moved his head, and moved his head close to the crook of Bai Guanyin's arm, so as not to feel so uncomfortable.Nan Jing thought to himself, although this kind of illusory feeling always makes him feel no sense of steadfastness, but it is not bad to have someone to share in this fear...

It was very quiet in the dark, and Nan Jing could hear Bai Guanyin and his own breathing one after another. Bai Guanyin was just an adult now, still a teenager, but the hand holding Nan Jing was very steady.

The breathing of both of them is moist, but Nan Jing is relatively soft. He seems to be slowly getting used to the feeling of emotion, fear, anger and even...dependence?

The door of the activity room was getting closer and closer. Nan Jing gradually got used to the pain of the skin being rubbed. He patted Bai Guanyin's shoulder lightly and said in a small trembling voice: "Bai Guanyin, I feel better. Let me Come down and go."

He must complete this pen fairy game, and then find a way to survive.

Nan Jing didn't know where his desire to survive came from, but a vague voice told him that he must survive, and there were more important things waiting for him to do.

Nan Jing jumped down from Bai Guanyin's arms, his movements were very light, and his snow-white wrist swayed under the warm yellow weak light from the activity room door.

The two stood on the stairs in the middle of the lecture theater, Nan Jing supported his elbows on the table, and Bai Guanyin held his shoulders vigorously, in a posture of slightly bending over to surround Nan Jing.

Nan Jing lowered his head and took a few quick breaths, trying to slow down his body. He blinked, and the blurred vision finally became clearer.

The scent of cold lotus on Bai Guanyin's body was bitter and cold. Nan Jing suddenly raised his head to look at Bai Guanyin. The two looked at each other in the dark. When Bai Guanyin lowered his eyes, the coldness dissipated. Just grown up, still a teenager.

Bai Guanyin: "What's wrong?"

Then he saw a smile on the snow-white face that was slightly lowered. Nan Jing's eyes were actually round, but the end of the eyes was slightly sharp, and now they were curved, revealing a shattered light in the weak light.

It is very similar to the shattered moon in the slowly cooling lotus pond water in late summer.

The moistened lips opened and closed slightly, and Nan Jing moved a little closer to Bai Guanyin. At the place close to Bai Guanyin's Adam's apple, Nan Jing said with a moist breath: "Bai Guanyin, thank you."

Bai Guanyin froze for a moment, her Adam's apple moved.

After speaking, Nan Jing seemed embarrassed, touched his nose and trotted away. He had long hands and long legs, and when he ran towards the activity room facing the light, his exposed legs and arms glowed white, like an elongated Halo.

Pure, and there is a firmness that cannot be transferred.

Bai Guanyin's heart beat faster.

In the activity room, the people who had been waiting impatiently for a long time breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Nan Jing running in. Miao Jinli waved lazily: "Nan Jing, you are finally back, hurry up and finish playing, let's go to the cafeteria to eat noodles."

"Huh?" Seeing Nan Jing's face, Miao Jinli was puzzled, "Why is your face so red? Are you running too fast?"

The moist red on the south mirror surface, if you look down carefully, you can even see the slight redness on the skin of the knees and legs in front - because the sculpture was rubbed by the cloth, his skin has been enduring this kind of pain. friction.

Hearing Miao Jinli's words, Nan Jing was stunned for a moment, then quickly walked to the table and sat down, endured the pain on his skin, and replied in a low voice: "It's okay."

Miao Jinli: "Huh?"

Before he could speak, Bai Guanyin walked in. He walked in calmly with a straight back, and no clue could be discerned from his handsome and indifferent face under the black hair.

Miao Jinli wanted to ask at first, but Bai Guanyin blocked her voice: "Continue the game."

The moment Bai Guanyin sat down, the pockets of his school uniform trousers were tightened, and the fabric brushed against the sculpture, Nan Jing bit his lips tightly, suppressing his soft cry.

Xie Yi glanced at Nan Jing thoughtfully.

Without waiting for everyone's reaction, Nan Jing picked up the pen first, with firm eyes and trembling voice said: "The third game of the pen fairy, let's start."

Everyone looked at each other and took up the pen again. After so long, everyone was familiar with the process. When the last person held the pen, they shouted in unison: "Pen fairy, pen fairy, who do you want to choose?" ?”

A strong cold wind with a fishy smell rushed in, Nan Jing pursed his lips and stared at the pen.

The pen rotated very quickly, and there were circles in the air, and almost all the people at the table followed the rotation of the pen, and the small square table made a clanging sound.

"What's going on!" Miao Jinli yelled: "Is there really a pen fairy? Wasn't one of you deliberately controlling the pen before?"

The expressions on the faces of Gong Feiyan and Yu Changming also became serious.

When everyone was mobilized, Xie Yi still maintained a calm expression.

Bai Guanyin raised his eyelids, and there was a trace of coldness in his eyes.

Nan Jing looked at the pen closely, he had a faint feeling that the pen was about to do something, and just as he lifted his breath, the pen stopped firmly in front of Nan Hongxuan.

Nan Hongxuan's expression froze, followed by joy: "It's me! It's me!"

Before everyone could say the phrase "Pen Fairy, Pen Fairy, what do you want this person to do", the pen moved again.

This time the pen didn't rotate anymore, but went straight to a place, as if it was going to fall there from the beginning, and the paper on the small square table was blown up by a corner.

In less than ten seconds, the pen hovered over a word.

Nan Jing's heart was beating very fast. He looked at the word facing under the pen, and couldn't help saying: "Excuse me?"

Pen Fairy wanted this person to lend him a loan, who would he lend it to?

Before he reached a conclusion, Nan Hongxuan screamed. He had a happy expression on his face just now, but now he was frightened and defeated. Nan Hongxuan's hand holding the pen retreated crazily: "Don't! Don't! Let go, let go! I don't want to be borrowed!"

"Obviously this excuse didn't happen here!"

What do you mean?

Before Nan Jing could react, he soon found that his right hand was out of control, and his right hand holding the pen dropped straight down.

The pen fell down uncontrollably, drawing a red circle on the word "borrowing".

Nan Hongxuan screamed out, and soon he seemed to be strangled by the neck, and his entire neck seemed to be held by someone, with blue bruises appearing.

"Ugh," Nan Hongxuan turned his neck helplessly, his eyelids rolled up and turned completely white, and what was even more frightening was that he began to vomit blood, which seemed to still contain crumbs of meat.

Nan Jing couldn't move his whole body, and he was still holding the pen straight in his right hand.

Except for Xie Yi and Bai Guanyin, everyone looked at Nan Hongxuan with horror, Miao Jinli said hoarsely: "This is not playing a game, right? Is there really a ghost?"

Nan Hongxuan suddenly burst into a hoarse and unpleasant voice, his originally beautiful face became distorted, and his completely turned white eyes stared at Nanjing.

Nan Jing trembled all over, that feeling... in the locker room, on the playground, on the stairs, that chilling feeling of being peeped appeared.

Bai Guanyin raised his eyelids and gave Nan Hongxuan a cold look, there seemed to be a little golden light shining in the outline of his eyes.

"Nan Hongxuan" looked at Nan Jing, and said in a hoarse voice that seemed to be scratched from the abdomen: "You, you are mine, and everything on you is mine."

The white sculpture in Bai Guanyin's pocket suddenly flew out and hung in the air.

"My sculpture," laughing wildly on the basis of the dirt on Nan Hongxuan's body, "my sculpture is here."

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