The Fox Demon Villain of Quick Transmigration is fierce and flirtatious

After reading Qinghe's experience, Hua Fu let out a long sigh, and was about to retreat from his past world.

However, at this time, a strange situation suddenly occurred. The illusory world he was in suddenly shook violently and was on the verge of collapse.

If he doesn't get out before this world is completely destroyed, he will be trapped here forever.

Hua Fu tried to transmit his voice to Xiao Jiu who was standing by, "Xiao Jiu, what's going on?"

But after asking for a while, there was no response.

He could only run as hard as he could, avoiding the black hole that was constantly breaking apart in his direction and getting bigger and bigger.

And this Xiao Jiu was being entangled by an uninvited guest at this time.

Suifu received a message from his friend Qinghe during the day: [Help me, Afu, my dad seems to have found some Taoist priest, why is he coming to cast spells on me at night! ]

Although this Qinghe is now suffering from madness, but occasionally sober.

When I woke up in the evening, I happened to hear Qing Liguo explain to many servants and subordinates that they must avoid it after dark, so as not to disturb Mr. Lixian who came here to treat Young Master Qinghe.

As soon as Qinghe heard the name "Lord Lixian", he knew that he must be not a good person. He could only turn to his friend Suifu for help while he was still conscious.

……

As soon as Sui Fu entered Qinghe's room, he saw a man wearing a half mask, with his eyes closed holding Qinghe's hand who was unconscious.

There was another person beside him who was playing a strange piano sound. Although he didn't know what he was doing, it must be a bad thing if he thought about it.

Immediately, he made a move, grabbed the person who was playing the piano who was closer to him first, and snuffed out the sandalwood on the table.

Qinghe must have been dazzled by this incense!

Xiaojiu was interrupted from playing the piano, and desperately tugged on the tightly held hand, anxious eyes flashed, "What are you doing, let me go!"

Seeing the anxious look on his face, Sui Fu thought he was guilty, so he was even more reluctant to let go.

"What the hell are you doing?"

Although Sui Fujian Qinghe and the person beside the bed had their eyes closed, they looked uneasy, and cold sweat broke out on their faces, as if they wanted to wake up but were struggling but couldn't.

Immediately, his hands exerted force, his black eyes were cold, and he forced Xiao Jiu to ask: "Say! How to wake up Xiao He?"

Xiao Jiujun blushed and was burning with anxiety, but he couldn't break free from Sui Fu's restraint, and said anxiously: "Let me go, let me continue, you will kill the person on the bed!"

"puff--"

As soon as Xiao Jiu finished speaking, Qing He who was lying on the bed spurted out a mouthful of blood, and the person who was pulling Qing He also had a bloodstain on the corner of his mouth.

Sui Fu was startled for a moment, and let go of his hand.

Xiao Jiu immediately lit a sandalwood again, put his fingertips on the guqin, and played intently.

The sound of the zither overflowed from his fingertips again, coupled with the unique light fragrance of sandalwood made from various rare medicinal materials mixed with flowers, the originally restless Qinghe breathing became stable again.

……

Hua Fu was running wildly in the dream of Qinghe, and was about to be grabbed by the ankle by the invisible hand stretched out from the black hole with falling debris behind him, and was torn down into the endless abyss.

The black hole suddenly disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the dream fragments returned again, pieced together, and quickly covered the black hole.

Hua Fu stopped panting, raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and complained: "What's going on with Xiaojiu, so unreliable?"

He almost had to confess here!

"Riding horse, see if I go out and beat you up!"

Hua Fu came out of the dream angrily...

At this time, Sui Fu in the room was standing in front of the bed, watching Qing He and the masked man holding his hand closely.