Taoist Quick Wear

After flipping through the documents for a while, the white color of fish belly appeared in Dongfang.

Si Qingyan lay on the bed, closed her eyes, and started to sleep.

"Tick-tick-tick-tick..."

The sewer started ringing again.

This time I knocked on the chrysanthemum platform.

Si Qingyan rested her hands on her hands, but she was thinking about how Wei Sixian lived in this kind of life before...

No wonder he wants to summon the devil.

"The Chrysanthemum Terrace is covered with wounds, and your smile has turned yellow..."

In addition to the knocking sound, the thing started singing more vigorously.

The sound is weird and unpleasant, and it's not in tune at all.

"come out."

Si Qingyan also needed to close his eyes and rest his mind. This thing was too noisy and it was rare for him to feel angry. Dead people also need to sleep.

"Don't make me do it."

The bathroom door opened, and a naked man crawled into Si Qingyan's bedroom.

He was wet all over, dripping with water, and had a bit of a smell. At this time, he looked extremely frightened and was trembling.

"Too dirty, go to the bathroom."

Si Qingyan looked at the water stains on the ground and couldn't help but frown.

The man crawled out, tripped over the bathroom threshold, and fell heavily to the ground, not daring to say a word.

It’s so scary…

He and Wei Sixian are also old neighbors. In the past, Wei Sixian talked little and was quiet. He was very focused when doing things and never paid attention to the sounds in the sewer.

Ever since something happened in Wei Sixian's room that night, life has become increasingly difficult.

If he guessed correctly, Wei Sixian should be dead.

What is inside Wei Sixian's shell now?

He always feels like he wants to choose someone to devour.

Like a beast waiting to be released from its cage...even scarier than that.

Si Qingyan got up from the bed, avoided the water stains on the floor, and stood at the door of the bathroom.

"May I have your name?"

"Jiang Yao." The man huddled in the corner of the bathroom. He looked to be in his early twenties. He had a handsome face and a pair of eyes that were very charming, clear and charming, and could easily make people have sadistic desires.

"How did you die?"

Si Qingyan took off the shower head, turned on the cold water, and poured it on him from head to toe.

"I like to listen to music in bed and knock on the wall to the rhythm. My roommate hated me so much that he accidentally beat me to death." Jiang Yao lowered his head and let the cold water wash over him.

"No one noticed?"

"They took care of the body very well. Besides, no one cared about me, no one cared where I went."

"Why do you want to live in the sewer?" Si Qingyan was very puzzled. Lao Wang can drive around in a bus, so why would Jiang Yao crawl around in the sewers? Isn't it too dirty?

"My body is melted inside and cannot be peeled out." Jiang Yao lowered his head, looking a little pitiful, but there was a strange joy in his slightly narrowed eyes...

Ah, this feeling of being watched is so charming...

Even if I'm disgusted, I can't bear the feeling of losing this gaze...

For Jiangyao, other people's eyes are like drought-stricken plants in the desert that meet an underground river...

“It’s my instinct to make a noise in front of other people.”

Jiang Yao's body was trembling slightly because he was so excited. The excitement of being watched mixed with the instinctive fear of facing a deadly existence, which fascinated Jiang Yao.

"Trying to attract attention?" Si Qingyan was a little curious, and there was such a ghost?

"Yes. If you need me to do anything...I will do my best." Jiang Yao didn't dare to look at Si Qingyan's face, but he could sense the look Si Qingyan was giving him.

Doubtful, novel, and cold, as if he was looking at some toy.

So wonderful…

This feeling made him tremble, creepy, and extremely exciting...

It's like drinking poison to quench thirst, like holding firewood to put out a fire.

As long as this kind of gaze falls on you, even if you die the next moment, you will be happy.

"Then mop the floor clean ten times."

"Wash yourself first."

Si Qingyan found a new piece of soap and threw it to Jiang Yao, and thoughtfully gave him a soap box.

He didn't want to share toiletries with anyone else, not even ghosts.

"Good master." Jiang Yao carefully picked up the soap box on the ground and changed his title obediently.

"You can call me by my name." Si Qingyan was not interested in watching others take a bath, and she didn't like Jiang Yao being so humble.

"Master...do you hate me?"

Jiang Yao raised his head and stared at Si Qingyan with tearful eyes, looking weak, pitiful and helpless.

"A bit." Jiang Yao's eyes were so revealing that Si Qingyan felt like an innocent little sheep who was always being targeted by wolves.

Jiang Yao was immediately speechless. Why is this happening and what should he say?

"Master, I will wash myself clean." Jiang Yao held the soap as if he were holding a supreme holy object. Powerful ghosts have entities and can touch real objects, but they consume more than the virtual state.

It was already daybreak.

Si Qingyan made herself a cup of tea, not drinking it, but just holding it.

The feeling of full warmth transferred from the porcelain cup to your hands is very beautiful. Because it is separated by a layer, it feels very warm and will not burn your body. The sun crept out from between the tall buildings little by little, and the morning light was slightly intoxicating.

Jiang Yao wore a long white shirt and wiped the floor with his butt stuck out, exposing his buttocks from time to time...

Si Qingyan suddenly understood why he was beaten to death by his roommate...

The habit of exposing your body is terrible.

"Go put on your pants." Si Qingyan was not very happy.

"It...it restrains my free soul..." Jiang Yao wanted to argue, but he still obediently put on the coquettish boxer briefs that Si Qingyan threw to him before. Wei Sixian didn't like to go out much and often bought clothes online. The pair of underwear was a gift because it was packed with red, yellow, blue, green, blue, purple and other colors. It was stored at the bottom of the box. Si Qingyan found it and threw it away. Jiang Yao.

"Wipe it three more times." Jiang Yao, who was wearing flowery underwear, was undoubtedly very pleasing to the eye, like a second-rate dog from the village. The landlord Si Qing sat steadily, eyes slightly narrowed, supervising the work of the male servant Jiang Yao.

"Okay Master!" A strange blush appeared on Jiang Yao's pale face. He suddenly summoned up energy and was full of motivation. He ran around the room and wiped the floor until it was reflective.

"Master, do you need to add water?" Jiang Yao was very stubborn, always paying attention to Si Qingyan's every move.

The cup of tea Si Qingyan held was no longer steaming.

"No need, aren't you afraid of the sun?"

The white shirt was almost transparent in the morning light. Jiang Yao's whole body had an abnormal sense of transparency, like a piece of cold jade. His face was delicate and somewhat feminine, and his figure was thin, but not short. Maybe he has been ghosting for a long time, and his expression has always been gloomy.

"The morning is bearable." Although Jiang Yao is not afraid of the sun, he cannot look directly at the sun like Si Qingyan.

"I will close the curtains." Si Qingyan motioned to Jiang Yao to put away the teacup, and took a look at the city with its rugged steel and gray tones, intending to continue looking for clues related to the summoning ceremony.

"Master, can I stay here?" Even though my whole body was painful when being exposed to the sun, this feeling was too far away and too charming. Jiang Yao began to covet the world of light.

It's too dark in the sewer.

Ordinary people can't see him either.

Even if he saw it, he would not accept him.

"Okay." Si Qingyan didn't want to hear howling ghosts and wolves as soon as she closed her eyes. Putting Jiang Yao under his nose makes him feel more at ease.

"Don't disturb me."

"Okay master." Jiang Yao was able to restrain his desire to make a sound. Compared with those, being watched by the master is the real happiness.

"Don't crawl on the ground."

"I...I'll try my best." Perhaps because he stayed in the sewer for a long time, Jiang Yao was used to crawling. On all fours, like a humanoid lizard.

"You are a human being, and you will be a dead person even if you die. Walk well."

"Okay." But Jiang Yao couldn't stand up. His senses have been distorted in the sewer. He cannot transfer his whole body weight downwards like ordinary people and can only move upright on his feet.

"I...I will work hard." Jiang Yao tried several times, but fell to the ground every time. He was extremely humble when he spoke, even crying.

"Don't be anxious, take your time." Si Qingyan looked at Jiang Yao flopping on the ground and comforted him with a warm voice.

Jiang Yao shuddered, feeling numb all over his body, and even his thoughts began to become confused...

He was talking to me, and he was looking at me.

If there is still a heart at this time, it must be beating abnormally.

But Si Qingyan soon changed his attention. It’s time to harvest the vegetables grown on the farm, and Happy Xiaoxiaole also has an energy bottle, so we can start work!

Jiang Yao suddenly became disappointed.

He actually stood up, step by step, stiffly approached Si Qingyan, and glanced at the other person's mobile phone screen.

Ten years ago, this simple game was all the rage.

Unexpectedly, the attraction is still strong now.

"This is so boring. Master, you might as well play with my body..." Jiang Yao was barefoot and tried to stand upright, but his legs were still shaking a little.

Si Qingyan was suddenly stunned and looked at Jiang Yao.

Jiang Yao was extremely nervous, but also very excited. His pale skin was slightly pink, and he seemed to be moaning in the next second.

"Nothing to see."

Si Qingyan finished his evaluation and continued playing the game.

What is so special about the human body is that it is far from other mythical races in terms of structure and function. If Jiang Yao is a glutton, Si Qingyan might do some research...

The human race has tenacious vitality, a good reproduction rate, and is good at creation... Looking at these aspects alone, there are many races that are better than the human race. The advantage of the human race is that their performance is relatively average and they have no particularly outstanding shortcomings.

"Master, let's do something meaningful then!" Jiang Yao was keenly aware of the differences between Si Qingyan and ordinary people...

There seems to be an unexpected lack of common sense.

There are almost no emotional ups and downs.

What would it feel like if... if the owner touched the body...

If the master has mood swings because of me...that would be the happiest thing in the world!

When he thought of this, Jiang Yao was so excited that he wanted to sing a song!

"Master can do whatever he wants to me..."

"Okay." Si Qingyan felt that Jiang Yao was too idle and should do something meaningful.

Si Qingyan walked towards Jiang Yao, pressing forward step by step.

Master...Master won't kill me...

Jiang Yao felt suffocated, feeling that something bad was going to happen, so he stepped back...

He walked very unsteadily, crookedly, and extremely weak.

Jiang Yao wanted to beg for mercy, but this feeling was too good, and it seemed that he would be killed in the next second!

Sweet, dreamy, and light all over...

Jiang Yao narrowed his eyes and suppressed the moans that were about to escape his mouth.

Jiang Yao's back hit the bookshelf. He fell to the ground, trembling and hanging his head, looking extremely timid.

"Found it."

Si Qingyan took out a thick English dictionary from Jiang Yao's head.

"Go and memorize the words. You are already a big ghost. It's time to learn some useful skills so that you can support yourself in the future."

Jiang Yao's smile gradually froze on his face as he lowered his head.

What?

He had been a ghost for many years and had completely forgotten about studying!

"You don't need to eat or sleep anyway, so three hundred a day shouldn't be a problem."

Si Qingyan knocked on the heavy English dictionary and lifted Jiang Yao's chin.

Their eyes met, and their expressions were different.

"I... I..."

Jiang Yao looked into the dark phoenix eyes and almost fainted.

The master's eyes are so beautiful...

Fascinating.

The calmness of ignoring all living things, the blood lurking in the dark pupils, are like a grand and magnificent painting, cold and elegant, gorgeous and beautiful.

"You can do it."

Si Qingyan patted Jiang Yao's head and stuffed the heavy dictionary into Jiang Yao's arms.

"Woo——"

Jiang Yao began to giggle while holding the dictionary.

The master's hand touched his head, it felt so warm...

Hehehe...

"I will check tomorrow. If you can't recite it, then you can move to another place."

Si Qingyan began to slowly search for information about Tang Chun, the founder of the Dark Night Sect, but what she said made Jiang Yao feel like he was falling into hell!!!

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Jiang Yao: A licker may be late, but he will never be absent

Also, although I look like a gay, I am really a straight man and only like young ladies

(♦This is what Jiang Yao said, not me)