Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

He doesn't remember her.

Her eyelashes trembled.

When he reacted, the light in his eyes seemed to dim for a moment.

The man's gun was pressed against her, but he didn't touch her at all.

Only the cold breath, as cold as night, came strongly from behind.

The muzzle of the gun seemed to be pressing hard against her, forcing her to move forward.

She lowered her eyes and remained silent.

The slender fingers pressed against the big bowl without moving.

Even the furious evil spirit flower inside seemed to be feeling something.

The collision stopped and no movement was made.

I seem to be very curious about the answer to this question.

Who is she?

Yun Si was silent for a long time and didn't speak.

At the end, she lowered her head slightly and softened her voice.

Soft and beautiful.

"I am, Yun Si."

Saying it means not saying it.

He had her information and naturally knew her name.

He asked her who she was because he wanted to know who she was...

Still a ghost.

How could she be a normal person if she could destroy such a ghost?

He stood behind her, and with his height advantage, he was able to look down at her from above.

In her ears, the deep and cold gaze rested faintly on her face.

As if sizing up a prey, his cold eyes were emotionless.

Also completely unfamiliar.

He didn't know her, and he wasn't as close to her as Awen Ayang was to her.

The cold and hard muzzle pressed against her for a long time.

His gaze went from top to bottom, staying on her hands.

Then, the gun slowly retreated.

"What's this?"

His tone was neither cold nor indifferent, and he was very close to her.

There was only a distance of two or three centimeters in between. As long as she stepped back, she could lean into his arms.

Even, as long as she turns her head, she can touch him.

The distance between the lovers was so close that the atmosphere turned out to be like this.

One is cold and the other is quiet.

It was quiet for a long time, and then her head lowered.

I was a little sad, but I knew I couldn't blame him.

I can only blame myself for everything.

Pursing her lips, she replied: "The spiritual object attached to the sculpture in the stone chamber is the one that made you fall into a deep sleep."

After saying that, she took off the lid of the big bowl and showed it to him.

Inside, ugly flowers like thin black caterpillars were revealed.

There are only a few leaves on the flower vines, and only the dark, burnt-looking flowers can be seen.

Although I can't see where I'm going.

The whole thing was huddled together, miserable, like a weak little insect.

Being stared at by a big monster and a bad man like this, it completely lost its previous arrogance.

It seems that even the previous ability to control souls has disappeared.

It looks funny and sad at the same time.

Not even as good as a maggot, it looked so miserable.

Mr. Roderick, who was standing behind Yun Si, looked at her with cold eyes and cold eyes.

Then, his eyes returned to her face again.

The face is as pale as a vampire's aristocrat, beautiful and elegant, and also reveals a hint of wildness.

Extremely aggressive and wild.

Very much like Awen, with a calm temperament, even worse than him;

He also looks very much like Ayang, looking indifferent to everything.

Because I don't care.

He looked at her and seemed to laugh.

No feelings.

I don’t know what I’m laughing at.

Move away from her and distance yourself.

From beginning to end, he didn't even touch her.

A voice as indifferent as a stranger came from behind.

"Go back to where you came from."

"This is not the place you should stay."