After touching the porcelain boss, she conceived a cub

There was only a faint light in the dim bedroom. There was a person nestled on the bed, with his legs crossed and a laptop on his knees. His slender fingers were typing quickly on the keyboard. The light from the laptop screen illuminated the person. face.

The palm-sized face has exquisite facial features, the slender eyebrows are slightly raised, and the tail is dotted with a red cinnabar mole, the thick eyelashes on the peach blossom eyes are drooping, and the eyes are focused on the screen in front of them. Slightly upturned, pink lips tightly closed, a long head of jet-black brocade-like hair hanging behind her, a few strands of disobedient hair slipped in front of her body, and was pushed away impatiently by the master.

This is a very delicate and beautiful face, but from the exquisite collarbone and small Adam's apple exposed from the loose neckline of the owner, it can be confirmed that this is a man, a man with a male and female appearance, but it is strange and does not make people feel overly feminine , On the contrary, it is a kind of aesthetic feeling mixed with yin and yang.

The closed windows were being slapped by the heavy rain outside, and with the gusts of wind blowing by, there was a "crackling" sound, which gradually seemed to have a rhythm.

"Snapped!"

Shi Xin finally pressed the space button, looked at the newly updated post in front of him, and nodded in satisfaction.

All I saw was a very popular post on the computer, and every word and every sentence showed that it was a post about a love story, but the name of this post was a bit strange, it was called "I Talked to the Ghost King". in love".

The first floor of the latest update of the post reads eloquently:

He is a very warm ghost, even though his body is cold, his heart is still hot.

He loves to suddenly appear by my bedside at midnight, use some tricks to heat up his naturally cold body, and then hold me tightly in his arms...

He knows I'm afraid of the cold.

Shutting down the computer, Shi Xin stretched her waist, ignoring the heavy rain outside the window, and walked into the bathroom.

Soon his hair was wet and long, and he just lay on the bed, not caring about the corners of the pillow soaked in wet hair, and slowly closed his eyes.

The hands of the clock hanging on the wall slowly passed twelve o'clock in the middle of the night. The heavy rain outside the window was still there, but the indoor temperature began to drop slowly.

Shi Xin frowned slightly in her sleep, pinching the corner of the quilt tightly with her thin white fingers, apparently she was not sleeping peacefully.

In the dark environment, the head of the bed was slightly distorted, and a black shadow appeared, slowly stroking Shi Xin's frowning brows, brushing the wet hair, and the hair was dried immediately.

Hei Ying carefully pulled away a corner of the quilt and got in.

But after a while, Shi Xin felt that the cold was dispelled, his body warmed up, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, as if he was having a sweet dream.

The phone alarm rang on time, and an arm slowly stretched out from the bulging quilt on the bed, groped around the bed, grabbed the noisy phone and retracted it under the quilt, the next moment, the alarm sounded Disappeared, but the bulging quilt ball remained motionless.

In less than a minute, the quilt was slowly opened, Shi Xin sat up, his long hair was very messy from his sleep, he raised his hand and patted his forehead, got out of bed, and opened the curtains.

The rain continued to fall, but fortunately it became much lighter.

He slept very comfortably this time, and was not disturbed by the sound of rain overnight.

Yecheng on June 6th is the beginning of the rainy season, and there is still rain.

Shi Xin wandered from the side of the bed into the bathroom, picked up the toothbrush and stuffed it into his mouth, stared at himself in the mirror with a pair of peach blossom eyes, then dazedly reached out and touched a red mark on his neck.

The red mark is not big, and there is still a slight pain when pressed, Shi Xin thought a little dazedly:

Is this a mosquito bite?

At this time there was a knock on the door, Shi Xin didn't care about the little red mark on his neck, he quickly spit out the foam in his mouth, and ran out to open the door.

Outside the door, a young man with yellow hair shook the water off his head, squeezed into the room with a steaming lunch box in his hand.

"You stay up late again, I'll bring lunch, come and eat, and we'll set off after eating."

Shi Xin reached out to wipe off the toothpaste foam on her lips, and threw the tissue box by the table to the yellow-haired young man.

"Why don't you open an umbrella?"

The yellow-haired youth took the paper towels and randomly took out two to wipe the water off his head, and said nonchalantly, "It's okay, it's not raining too much."

This yellow-haired young man is Shi Xin's good friend, Huang Quan, and the two have known each other for more than three years.

Three years ago, Shi Xin had just finished the college entrance examination. His parents, who had always been honest and honest, suddenly disappeared and couldn’t be reached. Immediately afterwards, a group of big men forced their way into the house, claiming that Shi Xin’s parents had owed a huge debt and hadn’t paid it back. Now He came to collect debts.

At that time, Shi Xin was still dissatisfied, looking at the strong men crowded into his house, his face was calm, but his heart was flustered.

He kept calling his parents in turn but still couldn't get through. In the end, Huang Quan saw that the door of his house was open, looked around curiously, and came in to solve the problem when he found something wrong.

Shi Xin promised to repay the money in installments on time, and finally sent away those big men who were collecting debts in a good manner.

The day after the strong man left, Shi Xin received a call from her parents, saying sorry over and over again, because she owed too much money and was threatened by those people, so she had to escape to hide the debt for her own life.

Since then, Shi Xin began his difficult road to repay the debt.

Helpless, the debt owed by his parents was too huge, so he had to find another way.

After taking a shower, Shi Xin rushed out to eat lunch. After comforting the Temple of Five Zang organs, she took out a dark red robe with gilded dark pattern from the closet and put it on her body. In front of the mirror, the whole person looks like an aristocratic son from ancient times who tore through time and space.

Huang Quan bit his chopsticks and squatted on the chair, looked at Shi Xin, and sighed.

Shi Xin tidied herself up, took out a yellowed old book from the bedside table before leaving, flipped through it, and then put it back.

Huang Quan was a little worried: "I heard that this show is not very easy to do."

With a smile on her lips, Shi Xin looked back at him sideways, Huang Quan who was looking straight at him was a little dazed.

There is no other, because Shi Xin's appearance is too intimidating.

Shi Xin asked: "Have you stepped on it? Are all the props ready?"

Huang Quan nodded, patted the satchel on his back, and said, "It's safe."

A little Pekingese poked its head out of the satchel that Huang was carrying all over his body, and whimpered twice at Shi Xin.

Shi Xin lovingly reached out and touched Little Jingba's fluffy head, and said softly: "This time I will trouble you too."

Huang Quan shook his head: "There is money to be made, no trouble."

The two went downstairs, walked out of the old community, took a taxi, and went straight to the most prosperous area of ​​Yecheng.

Normally, Shi Xin would be absolutely reluctant to spend money to take a taxi, but now his attire is too eye-catching, in order to save trouble, he has to spend this amount of money.

Along the way, the taxi driver kept looking at Shi Xin in the rearview mirror, and finally couldn't help asking: "Which star are you? Are you going to make a movie?"

Shi Xin smiled and shook her head, but said nothing.

Huang Quan immediately said: "Hey, uncle, watch the road carefully, the most important thing is to pay attention to safety!"

Because Shi Xin lives in a remote place, it was almost two o'clock in the afternoon when we arrived at the destination.

The two got out of the car, looked at the tall building in front of them, and sighed in relief.

"If I can have such a building, I won't have to worry about having no money to pay off my debts."

Hearing the debt repayment, Huang Quan's eyes wandered, and he immediately walked into the building.

"Let's go in quickly, don't stand outside, are you ready for those two tricks?"

Shi Xin is not really nervous, she nodded slightly: "One time is raw and second time is acquaintance, this is the third time, don't worry."

Having said that, Shi Xin still felt a little uneasy in his heart, but he didn't know why.

Soon arrived at the filming site of the show, Shi Xin met Zhu Ji, the host of the show "Please Tell the Truth" who invited him.

Zhu Ji is not tall, but has a shrewd face. When he sees Shi Xin, his eyes light up, and he immediately greets him. He reaches out to hold Shi Xin's hand and shakes it up and down.

"Looking forward to him for a long time, our Internet celebrity Shixin finally came! Look at this appearance! This bearing is really extraordinary!"

Zhu Ji's shrewd little eyes searched Shi Xin's face, and Shi Xin withdrew his hand calmly, with a just right smile on his face, a little cinnabar mole at the end of his eyebrows shining brightly, and his peach blossom eyes were clear, as if Zhu Ji was the person See through.

Zhu Ji choked when he saw Shi Xin's eyes, and immediately returned to normal, and led him into the studio. At this time, all the cameras were ready, and Huang Quan also stood in the corner of the studio early, and Shi Xin They looked at each other from afar.

This time the program "Please Tell the Truth" is different from the two children's self-produced small programs that Shi Xin participated in before. .

The appearance fee is considerable, which is why Shi Xinming knows that the host of this show, Zhu Ji, loves to bully some small stars and Internet celebrities but still plans to come here.

Helpless, it is because he is too short of money.

Under the direction of the director, all the camera seats were opened at the same time, and Shi Xin sat opposite Zhu Ji in an exaggerated pink suit in a wide-sleeved robe.

At the beginning of the show, Zhu Ji started to introduce the guests of this episode just like the beginning of every show. At the same time, on the big screen behind the two of them, some photos of Shi Xin from the previous two shows and him in the Scrolling screenshots of serialized posts in the forum.

"Hi everyone, welcome to the "Please Tell the Truth" live interview show, our guests in this episode I think you already know from the trailer, yes, it is the spirit world that has become popular on the Internet recently Little Red, relax!"

Zhu Ji raised his hands and applauded, and continued.

"We all know that Shi Xin's post "I'm in Love with the Ghost King" records his post as a human being in love with the legendary ghost king. Come on, let's watch the big screen, first let's understand the popular Internet posts."

With relaxing and pleasant background music playing in the studio, Zhu Ji began to lead the camera to shoot the scrolling content of the posts on the big screen.

Those lingering love stories between humans and ghosts were all written by Shi Xin sitting in front of the computer in the dead of night and typing out each word.

Now it has been magnified and thrown on the big screen. Every sentence of Wu Nong's soft words, and some sweet daily life, seem to show a person's strange delusion.

The delusion of falling in love with the ghost king who does not exist.

Shi Xin raised her chin slightly, looked sideways at those lingering sentences, nodded slightly, and praised her writing skills in her heart, and at the same time, a little blush appeared on her pretty face, as if she was doing something for herself. The happy love was shown in front of everyone and he felt a little shy, taking advantage of his already lethal appearance to be even more amazing.

At this time, some fans and viewers of "Please Tell the Truth" couldn't help but be distracted by Shi Xin's appearance, and some people even lacked concentration and frantically sent some face-licking bullet screens.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

"Brother in ancient costume, marry me!! I can!"

"This black is long and straight, I'm jealous... the resentment from the bald girl."

But there are also some old fans of the show "Please Tell the Truth" who wantonly criticized Shixin on the barrage:

"What kind of sissy paranoia is this, it doesn't look normal."

"It's a pity for this face. Why is there something wrong with the brain that looks good recently?"

"Returning to the ghost king, how serious is it to deceive children? Mary Su novels have been read too much, have you been brainwashed? I wish you to tear him up quickly! Expose his ugly face! Want to be popular or crazy, can the popularity of illusory mythical characters be used? "

Shi Xin couldn't see these bullet screens, but Huang Quancan, who had been watching with his mobile phone, could see them, as could the director and staff sitting behind the monitor.

Huang Quan looked at Zhu Ji, feeling angry and anxious in his heart, but relieved, he still smiled faintly.

Zhu Ji also had a smile on his lips. As a veteran like him, his facial expression management in front of the camera is quite proficient. Seeing that Shi Xin didn't feel ashamed or embarrassing at all, he read two paragraphs. up.

"He likes to give me fiery red roses the most, but he is afraid that the sharp thorns of the roses will hurt me. He always carefully pulls out the thorns one by one, or simply drowns me in bright red rose petals. Seeing me buried in flower petals and making fun of it."

"He is very good at playing the piano, and he always wakes me up by playing lingering tunes in the morning to express his passionate love."

"He is a person with ancient concepts. Compared with straightforward love words, he prefers to whisper love poems in my ear, word by word until I fall asleep in his arms..."

Zhu Ji picked out those passages that would make people shy to read, secretly observing Shi Xin's expression while reading.

The distorted, scared, and embarrassed expressions of those little stars and internet celebrities can arouse Zhu Ji's excitement the most, and can also make his program's ratings skyrocket.

Naihe Shixin doesn't know whether this person is naturally thick-skinned or something, he always smiles, his eyebrows are picturesque, but at the right time, his cheeks will turn red, expressing a little shyness, reflecting the bright red cinnabar mole at the end of his eyebrows. It really has the demeanor of a gentleman who is unparalleled in the world.

Zhu Ji secretly gritted his back molars, stopped reading, and looked at the director. The director understood, and the relaxing background music lingering in the studio suddenly changed to music with a slight sense of tension.

Shi Xin raised his eyelashes slightly, and stared at Zhu Ji with a pair of clear eyes. He knew that Zhu Ji was going to make a big move.

Sure enough, Zhu Ji changed his sitting position, stared at Shi Xin closely, and with a faint smile on his lips, he asked the first question.

"Mr. Shi Xin, do you believe that there are ghosts in this world?"

Shi Xin smiled: "Ghosts and gods are at ease."

In a word, if you don't say you believe it or don't say you don't believe it, you don't say it.

Zhu Ji was not discouraged, he had his own set of rules to defeat these nasty little stars and little Internet celebrities, and he asked the second question unhurriedly.

"Does your lover...the so-called ghost king really exist?"

This question is actually similar to the first one, but if Shi Xin denies this question, wouldn't he be able to tell others that his popular post was made up?

Zhu Ji stared at Shi Xin to see how he would answer.

Shi Xin turned her head slightly, looking at the words on the big screen that described the beautiful love, the brows were full of happiness.

After a while, he turned his head to look at Zhu Ji, and said lightly: "What do you think?"

Zhu Ji's smile remained unchanged, and he didn't bother with this question. Obviously, these were not his real big moves.

He clapped his hands, as if looking forward to it, and moved on to the next topic.

"I was also fortunate enough to watch the two shows that Mr. Shi Xin participated in before. I know that Mr. Shi Xin has some abilities that are different from ordinary people. For example, he can turn the studio into darkness with a snap of his fingers, and conjure flowers out of thin air with a wave of his hand. ... I wonder if Mr. Shi Xin can perform for the staff present and the audience who are watching the live broadcast today?"

After Zhu Ji finished speaking, Shi Xin's face remained unchanged, but Huang Quan, who had been standing in the corner, turned around and disappeared.

Shi Xin rolled her eyes, looked around lightly, raised her right hand slightly, the wide sleeve slipped down, revealing a wrist like white porcelain, lightly rubbed her fingertips, and snapped her fingers.

The studio was quiet except for the looping background music, the surrounding headlights were still bright, and more than a dozen cameras were flashing red dots, carefully recording all this and broadcasting it.

Shi Xin was taken aback for a moment, the studio lights that should have been turned off secretly by Huang Quan remained unchanged.

The corners of Zhu Ji's lips became more curved, and she stared at Shi Xin without saying a word, as if I wanted to see how you acted.

Shi Xin lowered her wrist, looked towards the corner of the studio, the corner was empty, Huang Quan was not there.

Zhu Ji got up suddenly and walked in front of Shi Xin, pulled up Shi Xin's wide sleeves, and turned Shi Xin's sleeves inside out in front of the camera without being refused.

"Mr. Shi Xin, what are you doing? Isn't it possible to turn off the lights of the entire studio with a snap of your fingers? What's wrong? Is your spell not working today? What about the spell that makes flowers by waving your hands? I already helped The live viewers are done checking your sleeves, now you can do the trick."

What Zhu Ji said was a little contemptuous, obviously he had already confirmed that Shi Xin was now a fish on the chopping board, and could no longer stand up.

Shi Xin remained calm on the face, raised his hand and slowly adjusted the wide sleeves that Zhu Ji had messed up rudely, his lowered eyebrows were like paintings, but he was actually thinking of countermeasures and rhetoric in his heart.

Often at this time, Huang Quan secretly turned off the switch, and in the dark, the little Jingba raised by Huang Quan would quickly rush to Shi Xin with flowers in its mouth, hand them to him, and hide them in its sleeves. This is also to prevent the behavior of checking his sleeves in advance like Zhu Ji.

But now, the lights are on, and Little Jingba hasn't appeared yet, so he knows in his heart that Zhu Ji has come prepared, and he has figured out his little tricks a long time ago.

If he doesn't want to come up with some countermeasures and rhetoric, I'm afraid Zhu Ji will start exposing him next.

Sure enough, Zhu Ji waited patiently for a few minutes, and raised his hand after drawing countless pictures of relief from embarrassment and anger from embarrassment.

At this time, the studio was quiet, but the bullet screens in the live broadcast were scrolling crazily, mocking Shi Xin for being an empty-headed liar, a paranoid who wanted to be popular and crazy.

"Mr. Shi Xin, are you waiting for him?"

Zhu Ji stretched out his hand and saw that in the corner of the studio, Huang Quan came out under the pressure of two strong men, and Xiao Jingba was also caught in the hands of a strong man, sobbing and unable to move.

Following the direction Zhu Ji pointed, two cameras also turned to Huang Quan's direction.

Shi Xin blinked her eyelashes twice, slightly raised her cuffs to cover her mouth and nose, intending to pretend to be sick, at least to interrupt the live broadcast first.

Zhu Ji opened his mouth, and when he was about to reveal the truth about his tricks, all the lights in the studio suddenly went out.

Zhu Ji was taken aback, and shouted: "What's going on? Isn't that person already controlled by..."?

Immediately, a field controller said: "It seems to be just a trip! Get well soon!"

When the field controller finished speaking, the lights in the studio were restored. Just now, the lights were turned off, but the dozens of cameras were not affected, and they were still working, broadcasting all this truthfully.

When the light came on, Zhu Ji thought that Shi Xin just got lucky, and when he tripped, unexpectedly, a bright red petal suddenly fell on him.

Zhu Ji reached out and pinched the petals, and looked up at the ceiling of the studio.

Zhu Ji was not the only one who discovered the petals. In fact, the entire studio was slowly floating down with bright red petals, and the unique aroma of roses gradually became stronger.

"This is... what's going on?" The director pinched a petal and looked at the empty roof with no mechanism.

A petal gently landed on Shi Xin's thick and curly eye feathers, and fell down again.

Shi Xin raised her hand to pinch the petal, looking at the bright red on her fingertips, she was a little dazed.

Huang Quan, who was pressed down by the strong man, was at a loss for a moment after seeing the falling petals, and then stopped struggling, but stuck his head on the floor, refusing to raise his head again.

The live broadcast was still going on, but it was obvious that everyone was dazed by the rose petals floating from nowhere.

The petals are like drizzle, continuously floating down.

Zhu Ji flicked away the petals that fell on his body, his eyes turned around irritably, and suddenly stopped at the screenshot of the post played on the big screen behind him, and the screenshot was still on the part he had read before.

"He likes to give me fiery red roses the most, but he is afraid that the sharp thorns of the roses will hurt me. He always carefully pulls out the thorns one by one, or simply drowns me in bright red rose petals. Seeing me buried in flower petals and making fun of it."

Zhu Ji's eyes widened suddenly, and he looked at Shi Xin.

Shi Xin was still sitting in the same place, with wide-sleeved robes scattered around him, the red color against his porcelain-white face, petals fell in his dark hair, and he was pinching the petals on his fingertips in a daze.

A chill suddenly swept up Zhu Ji's back, and before he could speak, countless dense flower petals fell from the sky, suddenly drowning Shi Xin.

At the same time, the background music that was not switched due to confusion suddenly stopped, and the piano placed in the corner of the stage rang.

The black and white button automatically bounced up and down without anyone pressing it, playing a lingering wedding march.

Behind them, the large screen displaying screenshots of the post was soaked in jet-black color from the corners, and the smear gradually covered the entire screen like scattered ink, and then a drop of blood blossomed in the center of the ink, and the blood flower rippled and spread out, It turned into two lines of dragon and phoenix dancing characters.

The words are extremely beautifully written, flamboyant and wanton with a deep hostility, if the corners of the words don't look like bloodstains that are constantly falling.

There are only eight characters in those two lines of characters, which are:

——"Buddha can't save me, only you can."

Zhu Ji's footsteps were weak, he took a step back, and fell to the ground.

Shi Xin, who was inexplicably submerged by rose petals, raised his hand and waved away these weightless petals, revealing his upper body. At this moment, he seemed to be sitting in a sea of ​​bright red petals, with deep red clothes, jet black hair, endless petal.

He raised his hand and lightly brushed the petals on his body, but one of them stuck tightly to his lips, as if to show everyone the ownership of this person.

The unpaused camera was broadcasting all this without missing a second, and the viewers who were separated from the network or were holding mobile phones or sitting in front of the computer were stunned for a moment, and there was a moment of blankness in the dense barrage, and then It was densely packed.

"Fuck!!! What's going on!!!"

"Is there really a ghost?!!"

"I'm not blind, am I? Or am I hallucinating?"

"It's not a hallucination, I saw it too! Zhuji was scared to death!!!"

At this moment, the Nuoda online world exploded because of one person.

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