Zhan Lan opened her eyes, and what she saw was the snow-white ceiling of the hotel, and in her right hand, a warm body was rising and falling slightly in a regular manner, that was Ming Yanwei, who was sleeping soundly.
Looking at the rather pitiful sleeping face of the beautiful lady next to him, Zhan Lan chuckled silently and carefully pulled out his arm from the other party's plump arms so as not to wake the other party.
Zhan Lan actually has no objection to sharing a double bed with Ming Yanwei, who is also a woman. But what she didn't expect was that the other person's sleeping posture was a bit... uh, indecent?
A few hours ago, just when she was about to fall asleep, she felt two soft masses with body temperature pressing against her right arm, which made her wake up a little. When she looked sideways, she saw Ming Yanwei, who was already asleep, hugging her arm like a stuffed doll.
(Is this subconsciously... a little insecure?)
Perhaps because of the enhanced mental attributes, Zhan Lan seemed to be able to vaguely feel Ming Yanwei's mental state through his own intuition. She quietly opened a corner of the quilt and crept down from the soft bed, exposing her white legs to the air, and the bright moonlight shining through the gaps in the curtains made them even more beautiful. As delicate as fine ceramics.
She put on her coat, picked up the hotel's disposable slippers with her jade toes, and hooked them in front of her body. Then she stared at Ming Yanwei's face for a few seconds before heading towards the bathroom. Go.
A few minutes later, with the sound of water flushing, Zhan Lan, who had finished solving his personal problems, came to the sink. She first subconsciously looked at herself in the mirror. Maybe she had been mentally traumatized before. Her face looked a bit pale and haggard compared to usual. After frowning, she half-bent down, turned on the faucet, and let the cold water wash her hands.
But what Zhan Lan didn't know was that after she lowered her head, the "her" in the mirror did not lower her head, but her eyes became a little hollow, still looking straight ahead! Then, "she" pressed her hands on the other side of the mirror. As her head stretched towards the mirror, her facial features gradually became a little blurry...
Zhan Lan, who was humming softly, turned off the faucet, but when she raised her head again, the person looking at her in the mirror had turned into Kayako's pale face with bloodshot pupils. As a permeating "gurgling" sound echoed in the bathroom, before Zhan Lan had time to call for help, countless long black hair rushed out of the mirror as if they were alive, and wrapped around her neck. At the same time, she felt that her ankles seemed to be grasped by a pair of small hands with biting coldness... The cold death air poured in from the contact point, causing her legs to gradually lose strength, and she could not even take a step forward. , let alone break free from those clutches.
I saw the black hair like water plants gradually tightening around Zhan Lan's throat, trying to strangle her... Fortunately, when she just felt a little suffocated, the amulet paper in her coat pocket burned in time. When she stood up, the illusory flame exuded a warm aura, dispersing the coldness a little. At the same time, a layer of pale golden light film was isolated between Kayako's long hair and her neck, preventing The black hair was further tightened.
However, I don’t know if the evil spirit of Kayako is too strong, or for other reasons, the effect of the amulet paper only ends here... Although Zhan Lan survived for the time being, the long hair never let go of her neck. But he slowly pulled her towards the mirror. And looking at the lifeless female ghost face in the mirror getting closer and closer, Zhan Lan's spiritual sense also began to warn frantically: If he really touches that mirror, something very, very bad may happen!
Perhaps, her soul will be locked on that side of the mirror forever, and she can only watch the world outside the mirror; perhaps, by then, the control of her body will no longer belong to her!
And the amulet paper she currently relies on to protect her body is also burning rapidly. It will only take a few seconds to burn out...
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Back to more than an hour ago, when the ghost that Saeki Toshio transformed into had its head crushed by Ye Zi with one hand, the rest of its body turned into faint gray auras and fled in all directions. . Obviously, Ye Zi's killing move just now failed to completely eliminate it.
However, this result was not beyond Ye Zi's expectation... It would be damning if the grudge was so easy to dismiss. She was not discouraged, she just confirmed that the enemy was retreating, then raised her right arm and checked the place where Toshio Saeki had touched when she blocked.
I saw two more green and black marks on the bright wrist. Although the color was still light, it was particularly obvious on her formerly flawless skin... Yes, just from the brief contact just now, She was eroded by negative energy.
Fortunately, although this sinister energy penetrated her "magic release", after being blocked in this way, only one-tenth of the evil energy contained in it was left - the invading negative energy was on the surface of her skin. Stopped without touching the muscles and bones. Moreover, this damage is not permanent. You only need to exercise your energy and regulate your breath to force the negative energy out of the body, and you can recover as before.
As for Ye Zi, who closed his eyes and entered a meditative state, every time the elf energy in his body circulated for a week, the invading evil spirits would be purged a little, and the black and blue on his body would also fade away... After just a few minutes, that ugly... All traces have disappeared.
For the next time, she continued to stand on guard, waiting for the moment to hand over to Zheng Zha, until... there was a clear sound of glass breaking!
(The source of the sound...is in the direction of the bathroom in the women's dormitory.)
In the blink of an eye, Ye Zi had already made a judgment. She tapped her toes on the ground and flew out silently like a light cat: with every step she took, she could jump several meters away. As if weightless... In the first step, she had opened the guest room door of the women's dormitory; in the third step, she stepped into the bedroom. In her peripheral vision, the sleepy Ming Yanwei was looking at her. Rubbing her eyes, she had not yet recovered from the confusion she had just been woken up from; and as she landed on the fifth step, she was already in the bathroom.
Zhan Lan was seen kneeling on the cold and smooth tile floor, holding a Gauss pistol tightly in her hand. In front of her, the mirror on the sink was broken to the ground, and where the mirror originally was, there were more Several dark bullet holes lead directly to an unoccupied guest room next door.
"Zhan Lan...Zhan Lan! Are you okay?"
Hearing Ye Zi's anxious call, Zhan Lan turned his head. His eyes were no longer as clear as before, but filled with a look of confusion. After meeting Ye Zi's gaze, the confusion in her eyes slowly faded away, but her body began to tremble slightly unnaturally.
(Huh, okay...has this unlocked the genetic lock? This is a blessing in disguise for her.)
Seeing those familiar eyes, Ye Zi finally breathed a sigh of relief... Obviously, Zhan Lan was about to fall into the backlash of the gene lock, but since she was here to take care of him, Zhan Lan would definitely be fine. With a flick of her wrist, brilliance flashed on the "Qingquan" bracelet, and a small emerald green pill appeared out of thin air and fell into her palm. Zhan Lan had not yet gritted her teeth due to the severe pain. At that time, she stuffed the elixir into Zhan Lan's mouth.
After pulling out the wet and hot fingers from Zhan Lan's lips, she handed her left forearm to Zhan Lan's lips. Zhan Lan, who was being tortured by the sudden extreme pain, bit her tightly out of human instinct. He noticed the object in front of him: on the white arm, there were suddenly two rows of deep tooth marks, and a few crystal filaments hanging down from there.
Ye Zi's expression was calm, and she was not affected by the pain in her left arm. She just took Zhan Lan into her arms, caressing the long hair on the back of her head, feeling her trembling in pain... She was obviously better than Zhan Lan. She was younger than Lan, but at this moment, she tried her best to comfort the latter in a mature manner.
