Messenger of Yin and Yang

"Xiao Fan, Xiao Fan!"

"Xiaofan!"

Zhang Dezhi pushed Xiaofan, but he didn't respond at all, "Xiaofan, Xiaofan, wake up!"

He's been having a hard time waking up lately.

"Xiaofan!"

Xiaofan suddenly sat up straight, and pushed Zhang Dezhi away. Zhang Dezhi was unprepared, and was pushed so hard by him, the whole person fell straight back, the sudden blow It made him unable to react, and he was stunned for a while, before looking at Xiaofan with some puzzlement: "Xiaofan, why are you pushing me?"

"Xiaofan...Xiaofan?" Zhang Dezhi looked, Xiaofan's eyes were still tightly closed, "Xiaofan?" Could it be sleepwalking just now?Still having nightmares?No, do ghosts dream?

Zhang Dezhi got up and pushed him slowly, "Xiaofan? Are you awake?"

"..."

Nervous, Zhang Dezhi lightly pushed Xiaofan on the bed with his eyes closed, and he fell straight down again.

Zhang Dezhi: "..."

But the moment he touched the pillow, he suddenly opened his eyes, and his big black eyes were staring straight at the ceiling...

Zhang Dezhi: "..."

"Xiaofan, you..." His spine suddenly felt a little chilly.

"Ah!!!!" Xiao Fan suddenly covered his head and curled up his whole body. Zhang Dezhi was at a loss for what to see, but he hurried forward and hugged Xiao Fan, "Xiao Fan, Xiaofan, what's wrong with you?"

"Ah uh..." It was like the low growl of a large ferocious beast, or the grin of a group of ghosts, more like a stranger being strangled by the throat and unable to breathe.

"Xiaofan, Xiaofan..."

"Ah!!" Xiaofan's strength suddenly increased a lot, and he easily overturned Zhang Dezhi.

But Zhang Dezhi didn't care much, he could only press and hold him as hard as he could, the two quickly got entangled, Zhang Dezhi was easily crushed by Xiaofan, their eyes met, Zhang Dezhi suddenly froze, he The Xiaofan reflected in his eyes is not as cute and innocent as usual, his face is blue and white, a kind of small black fine lines extend from his face to his neck, his big eyes that should be like black grapes have now become ferocious of red.

It seems that this is what a ghost should look like...

While Zhang Dezhi was in a daze, Xiao Fan suddenly bit his neck, "Ugh~" Zhang Dezhi snorted, feeling a sharp pain like the tip of a needle, he also heard a sound of sucking, Xiao Fan was drinking his Blood? !

Zhang Dezhi rushed to push Xiaofan in a hurry, but the person on his body remained motionless, and Zhang Dezhi also felt more and more severe pain: "Xiao, Fan..."

Suddenly, the pain disappeared, Xiao Fan also lost consciousness, and his whole body was pressed on Zhang Dezhi's body, his head slumped limply on Zhang Dezhi's shoulder.

"Huh, huh, huh..." Zhang Dezhi panted heavily, feeling like he was alive after a catastrophe.

Although he knew that Xiao Fan would not hurt him, but in this abnormal situation, he was not sure, and there were really too many uncertainties in Xiao Fan.

When he regained his strength, he pushed the person on him down, and when he stood up, he felt his legs tremble a little. As soon as his neck moved, he was pulled back by a pain, "Hiss." He raised his hand and touched it. Blood in one hand, frowned, went to the bathroom to wash it clean, two clear and terrifying blood holes on his neck, made him look angrily at the person who was sleeping on the bed as if nothing had happened, really wanted to just leave him alone, don’t give He covered him with a quilt and let him catch a cold and get sick, but then he thought about it, ghosts shouldn't get sick, right?

Reluctantly, he made a pillow for him, covered him with a quilt, and couldn't help but look at his face carefully, and it returned to the whiteness and delicateness before, and Zhang Dezhi pulled the clothes on his chest again. , the chest is also smooth, Zhang Dezhi is puzzled, why does he suddenly have these changes?Could it be related to his injury?

Suddenly remembered something, the child was so long that he lifted the quilt on his upper body, pulled the top to his waist, and took a breath, the first small black spot had formed a "girdle" like black thread mixed It is like being entangled with extremely thin white silk, if it is not for unknown things, there may be a different kind of sexy.

Zhang Dezhi stared at it for a long while, Xiaofan seemed to be a bottomless pit, one mystery after another, and he didn't know when it would end.

Pulled off Xiaofan's clothes, covered him with the quilt again, and then went out to treat his wound.

Fei'er was floating in the air and didn't know what to do. When she saw Zhang Dezhi coming out, she quickly flew over: "What happened in there just now?"

Zhang Dezhi shook his head lightly, Fei'er suddenly approached his neck again, stared at it for a while, then suddenly moved away, "Your blood is golden, aren't you human?"

Zhang Dezhi: "..."

Zhang Dezhi looked in the mirror, is it obviously red?

"Are ghosts colorblind?" Zhang Dezhi suddenly asked Fei'er who was floating in midair.

Mayfair: "I forgot that you can't see it. Your blood is too fragrant, and it will attract some unclean things. I also want to stay away from you. I'm afraid I won't be able to control it."

As expected, Mayfair stepped back a bit.

Zhang Dezhi: "...do you want to drink my blood too?"

Mayfair nodded, then shook her head suddenly.

"What does it mean to nod and shake your head?"

Mayfair: "Your blood is fatally attractive to us, but as long as it comes into contact with your blood, it will hurt us to pieces, so although we like it, we dare not approach it."

"...you, all of you have skin and skin? How can you have skin?"

Mayfair: "...well, it's just a metaphor."

"But Xiaofan drank my blood just now, why is nothing wrong with him?"

Mayfair shook her head slowly, "I'm just talking about us brats."

Zhang Dezhi: "..." He guessed that all this might have something to do with being a holy soul.

Holding a cotton swab soaked in alcohol, Zhang Dezhi struggled to disinfect the mirror for a long time, and then asked Fei'er behind him, "Why don't you help me?"

Fei'er immediately moved further away, feeling that it was not safe enough, so she simply hid in the curtain, "I can't help you, you'd better do it yourself!"

Zhang Dezhi pointed to the ghost hiding behind the curtain, "You... have no loyalty."

Fei'er: "It's not a matter of loyalty, it's that I really can't help you, and throwing away your blood will hurt me, and I can't even touch the real thing!"

"Oh, so that's the case?"

"Ah."

"Forget it, I forgive you." Zhang Dezhi sighed and held himself in front of him, but he bit back a little bit, Zhang Dezhi's eyes were about to twitch, "Hiss~" Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to paint anywhere Otherwise, Zhang Dezhi was on the verge of madness and pain, or he was too ruthless all at once.

"Brother?" Xiao Fan finally woke up, "What are you doing?"

Xiao Fan didn't see the wound on the back of his neck, but only saw Zhang Dezhi twisting his body in front of the mirror.

Zhang Dezhi glanced at him resentfully: "..."

Xiao Fan didn't understand his eyes, and was a little confused for a second, "Brother, what's wrong with you?"

"What do you think?" Zhang Dezhi said angrily, "It's not you."

Xiao Fan was full of doubts, "Me? What happened to me?"

Zhang Dezhi looked at him in shock: "You won't forget it again, will you?"

Xiaofan: "???"

Zhang Dezhi rolled his brother's big eyes, sighed, and said in resignation: "Forget it, it's nothing."

After finishing speaking, he threw the cotton swab in his hand into the trash can angrily. As soon as he turned around, Xiao Fan finally saw the two hideous blood holes. He suddenly widened his eyes and spoke nervously: " Brother, what happened to your neck?"

Zhang Dezhi: "..."

As he spoke, he examined it carefully, "I really think it was bitten?"

"Yes, it was bitten by a dog." Zhang Dezhi said angrily.

"Dog bite?!"

Zhang Dezhi pulled his neck out of his hand, carried the medicine box and walked away without looking back.

Xiaofan: "..."

At this moment, Fei'er poked her head out from the curtain, and said cautiously: "Well, Mr. Messenger, it seems that you bit it."

Xiaofan: "?? I bit it?"

Faile nodded.

Xiaofan: "..."