Little Mr. is one hundred years old

This is a carriage with a blue roof, a black body, and a white horse, which looks very luxurious.

Sitting in the carriage, Qing Huan was very excited—compared with riding in a car or flying, riding in a carriage made him happier.

"Do you like it?" Zhen Ziran asked.

"Yeah." Qing Huan nodded happily.

King propped his face, with regret on his face: "If only I had met such a lovely Mr. Bai first..."

Qing Huan turned to look at him: "Did I treat you badly before?"

King made a thoughtful expression, and said, "It should be said that Mr. Bai is similar to everyone... he is very indifferent..."

Qing Huan asked: "Then why can we be friends?"

"because……

King winked at him: "Mr. Bai has a very attractive smell...

It has always fascinated me..."

"Smell..." Qing Huan lowered her head and sniffed, "Why didn't I smell it?"

Chen Ziran on the side said lightly: "He wants to suck your blood."

Qing Huan looked at King with disgust after hearing this: "I know you are not a good person."

"Mr. Bai's taste is really good... but it's also very exciting." It's not that he has never sucked Qing Huan's blood, it's delicious, but the price is also very high.

Qing Huan ignored him, and turned to ask Chen Ziran: "Chen Ziran, who are we going to see? I want to sleep..."

"If you ask him this question, you might as well ask me..." King said, "He probably doesn't like to mention this "person", but now he has to come to ask for someone."

"Cough cough..."

Chen Ziran coughed a few times, but did not speak.

Qing Huan pouted:

"Then tell me, who is that person?"

"He...his name is M, we have known each other for hundreds of years."

"Hundreds of years?" Qing Huan asked in surprise, "So he is not human."

King chuckled: "Those who have something to do with Mr. Bai...

Most are not human. "

"Chen Ziran is a human being." Qing Huan retorted.

King smiled contemptuously: "That's why it's so useless, I have to ask for help."

Chen Ziran's face turned cold, and his eyes froze.

Qing Huan hugged Chen Ziran's arm, unhappy that he stared at King: "You are not allowed to say that about him."

"Okay." King touched his chin: "Now let's talk about M. This guy is not as easy to talk to as I am... His temper is very, very..."

Qing Huan stared at him, waiting for his next words: "How?"

"Odd... that is, odd."

"Ah... is it a weirdo?"

Qing Huan frowned: "Then what does he have to do with me?"

King glanced at Chen Ziran, and said with a half-smile, "I thought he went to China just because he found something interesting, but I didn't expect him to overplay it..."

"What do you mean by overplaying? Is he playing a game?" Qing Huan looked innocent.

"This game... the protagonist is him, and the other..." King stared at Qing Huan: "It's you."

"I?"

King continued: "Yes... five years ago, M suddenly came back, but I haven't seen him, it should be said that he has never appeared since then. It is said that he performed a wedding ceremony by himself..."

"Wedding?" Qing Huan asked curiously, "Who is the bride?"

King stared at Qing Huan, and smiled maliciously: "What do you think?"

"How do I know..." Qing Huan muttered, turning to look at Chen Ziran: "Chen Ziran, that person is so strange, do we have to see him?"

Chen Ziran lowered his head and smiled faintly at him: "Did you forget? Ahem... We came to London to meet him."

"You really won't regret it?" King squinted at him: "You may have lost everything."

Chen Ziran's eyes darkened: "As long as Qing Huan can come back to life."

King sneered: "WOW, that's really noble."

The carriage stopped at this moment, and the coachman's voice came from outside: "Master Earl, we are here."

"Okay," King got out of the car first: "It's too late to regret it now."

Chen Ziran took Qing Huan's hand: "Ahem... Come on, let's get out of the car."

Qing Huan inexplicably felt conflicted, he frowned: "I... don't want to go down..."

"It's okay," Chen Ziran softened his voice: "Let's go together."

"……All right."

Qing Huan got out of the car, only to realize...they are now outside a cemetery.

Qing Huan swallowed her saliva - not because she was afraid, but because she felt that this place was... so strange...

"Does he... live in the tomb like I did before? Do you want to dig it in?" Qing Huan asked Chen Ziran in a low voice.

King looked back at them: "There are so many tombs here, but there is only one we are looking for."

"Then which one are we looking for?"

"It depends on you, Mr. Bai."

"I?!"

"Only you can summon him."

Qing Huan looked at Chen Ziran: "Chen Ziran..."

Chen Ziran patted his hand: "Ahem... let's go..."

Qing Huan walked into the cemetery with great reluctance - he really didn't want to go.

This cemetery is quite desolate, many tombstones have been crooked, covered with moss and left unattended.When Qing Huan walked over, he saw a row of dark tombstones. After he went past, he realized that it was a crow. On the tombstone, faint green eyes stared at Qing Huan, and saw everywhere Qing Huan went——Qing Huan felt that they hated them, so she pounced on it on purpose, and the crows finally flew up in shock, croaking. She flew to a taller tree beside her. Qing Huan was also childish, squatting down to pick up small stones and throwing them... These crows have been here all year round, and they have never been treated like this... If someone encounters a crow in the cemetery, it will definitely be a shame. He can hide as far as he can, but Qing Huan doesn't, he thinks he hates them and wants to drive them away... How can those crows leave obediently? As soon as they get angry, they rush over to peck Qing Huan...

Qing Huan is obviously a spirit body, but when she saw a group of black crows flying over to peck herself, she ran away in fright...

"Chen Ziran... help me..."

Qing Huan subconsciously called Chen Ziran's name.

Chen Ziran, who was outside, heard Qing Huan's shout, frowned, and was stopped by King just as he wanted to go in——

"Mr. Chen, didn't we agree?"

Chen Ziran clenched his hands tightly, but finally gave up.

Qing Huan couldn't wait for Chen Ziran to come in, and was chased by the crows for a long time. Before he knew it, he couldn't hear the crows.And he went to look at the place where he came in just now, but he couldn't find the door no matter what.

Qing Huan panicked.

"Chen Ziran...Chen Ziran...where are you? Can you hear my voice? Chen Ziran..." Qing Huan called for a long time but got no response: "Chen Ziran...vampire...vampire...Chen Ziran...where are you... ...can't you hear..."

no?Where has everyone gone?Did they drop themselves? ……ah……

Even if Qing Huan wanted to go out now, she couldn't find an exit.

He thought about what Chen Ziran and King said just now, they asked themselves to summon that weird man named M... Could they leave as long as they summoned M? ...

He looked around the whole tomb, so many tombs...

But to be honest, with so many tombs, he didn't see a single ghost...

"Yes, is there anyone... no... is there a ghost?" Qing Huan thought for a while, this is England, do you want to use a foreign language?How to say it in a foreign language...his brain...can understand people's speech, but he can't think of how to express it...he can only say one word after thinking for a long time: "he...hello?..."

Qing Huan knocked on the tombstone one by one, just like knocking on the door, greeting each time she knocked: "Hello..."

It's been knocking for a long time, and there is no ghost to give him a response...

Qing Huan stopped and thought, could it be that bad vampire who was lying to her?The one called M isn't here at all...

Qing Huan couldn't help being a little discouraged, now that she thought about it, that vampire seemed to have malicious intentions, always said inexplicable things, and was so mean to Chen Ziran, why did she believe him...

Qing Huan sat down on the ground depressed, and beat King countless times in her heart...

It's just that he didn't realize that the other side where he was sitting was actually...a horizontal tombstone.

"Come on... Come on..." Qing Huan wailed without a sound—why do I feel like I've been abandoned...

Under the moonlight, black mist rises behind Qing Huan, more and more, and finally condenses into a human form...

But Qing Huan didn't know that he was still immersed in sadness.

The black figure was actually wearing a black cloak and robe, and his silver hair was particularly conspicuous.He sat cross-legged behind Qing Huan, slowly moved closer to his ear, and made a strange voice in his low voice: "Hee hee... are you calling me?..."

Qing Huan only felt that his ears were cold, he turned his neck stiffly, and when he saw the approaching face——

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