The Ghostbuster and the Almighty Man

Zheng Quzhi couldn't guess what Wei Yan was thinking, but seeing Wei Yan's serious and nonchalant remarks, plus the reason that Wei Yan had just praised Wei Yan, he also guessed what he meant, raising his eyebrows and smiling:" What's the matter? Little Nightmare still likes to be praised?"

He was so provocative that Wei Yan's ears were reddening again. This time, he sternly became serious and stopped talking.

Zheng Qu knows it until the end, and is still in other people's formations, flirting and swearing as if it is not good to be honeyed, so he has to hold back the jokes and focus on observing the surrounding things again.

Fortunately, I walked to the doorway, and there was still no movement around. Wei Yan's face suddenly became more vigilant, and before Zheng Quzhi could react, he suddenly hid aside.

With a clang, what was the sound of piercing the wall, Zheng Quzhi turned his head and saw that a rib-like thing was firmly penetrated into the wall, with a bit of murderous aura.

Immediately afterwards, a few murderous intents came head on.

Although Wei Yan was there, Zheng Quzhi's protection circle still appeared. Wei Yan glanced distractedly, but didn't respond. As long as he knew Zheng Qu well, he would naturally not stop it.

Zheng Quzhi was not idle either, looking at the source of the bones.

It seemed to be the kitchen, and a large pot and other utensils could be faintly seen. The bones didn't seem to stop, and they flew towards the two of them continuously.

Wei Yan's eyes were cold, and he simply stepped up to the front, holding Zheng Quzhi into the kitchen.

Compared with the blood flow outside, the inside is clean, like an ordinary kitchen, and even the bones that were just flying outside have disappeared.

"There seems to be something in the pot." Zheng Quzhi suddenly pointed to a place and said.

I saw that the big pot was pressed by the lid, and there seemed to be a fire underneath, and there was probably water in it. The burning pot boiled, making a popping sound.

"Usually, we will play in the TV series, we will be curious to open the pot, and then some broth or something will disgust us." Zheng Quzhi suddenly said again.

Wei Yan glanced at the pot indifferently, his gaze stayed on the lid for a while, then moved away without a trace, and said in a warm voice, "I don't think it is necessarily."

Hearing this, Zheng Qu knew that he would not have to look at the pot a few more times, and Wei Yan didn't think it was anymore, it probably really wasn't.

So he greeted Wei Yan: "Let's go over, open it and have a look?"

Just now I asked Wei Yan to be more careful, but now I don't care about it.

Wei Yan had always been responsive to him, so he walked a few steps over there when he heard Zheng Quzhi stretched out his hand and was about to uncover the lid of the pot. He couldn't help but free a hand to restrain him: "You don't have to do it yourself."

As the red light flashed in his eyes, a few paper figures floated out leisurely, and after sticking to the pot lid, they lifted the pot lid directly.

An unexplained scent swept over him. Before Zheng Quzhi could smell what it was, his nose and mouth were blocked by Wei Yan's hand. Zheng Quzhi was stunned for a moment, and was shocked again.

Fucking Wei Yan's hand covering his mouth, what is that holding his waist and supporting his legs?

Snapped--

With a sound, Zheng Quzhi looked over, and saw that the paper figures were all black. With no energy, the pot lid slammed back onto the pot, covering the pot full of things, and the smell disappeared instantly. .

"What is that?" Zheng Quzhi had time to ask after seeing Wei Yan withdraw his hand.

"It's nothing more than confusing things." Wei Yan's eyes grew cold, and when he saw that the ground was clean, he let him go, and said, "Be careful, don't smell this."

Zheng Quzhi nodded and saw Wei Yan reaching out to lift the lid of the pot. He couldn't help but change his face. Just as he was about to stop him, he nodded at him like Wei Yan's heart.

He was relieved by his heart, and quietly watched Wei Yan cooking.

Wei Yan's hands are extremely beautiful, with slender and well-proportioned joints, which are simply the benefits of hand control. Zheng Quzhi looked at him and suddenly noticed something was wrong. Why did something come out of the handle?

It was bloodshot as thin as a hair. As soon as Wei Yan's hand touched it, the bloodshot entangled Wei Yan's hand.

"Wei Yan!" Zheng Quzhi's voice changed a bit. He was about to walk over and pull his hand back, but saw Wei Yan set aside the lid of the pot with the same expression and looked down slightly, the bloodshot instantly withered like a withered flower. Go down.

Upon seeing this, Zheng Quzhi was relieved. But when I put my eyes on the pan, my hairs burst into flames, and I couldn't even make a sound.

He thought it might be **** water, it might be the human broth that the woman boiled in Yanglin Town, or it might even be heads, but he didn't expect that there would be a baby inside.

The surrounding water is very clear, with white smoke. And lying quietly in the water is a seemingly less than month baby. The skin on the body is white and tender, and blood vessels can be seen.

"This...what is this?" Zheng Quzhi's legs trembled a little.

Upon hearing this, Wei Yan frowned: "Cover your nose."

Zheng Quzhi was agitated. He remembered that he had forgotten Wei Yan's words, and he smelled the strange smell like this. His complexion instantly changed, and his face looked a little ugly while holding his nose.

After a while, Zheng Quzhi's goose bumps got up again.

I saw that the little baby who had just finished carving the jade gradually melted away like ice. The eyes, nose, mouth, and even hands and feet began to melt...

Wei Yan's face remained the same, he quietly watched the situation in the pot for a long while, and then stretched out his hand. This action really frightened Zheng Quzhi. He immediately rushed up in three steps and two steps, and firmly hugged Wei Yan's hand. He didn't know if it was shocked or afraid: "What are you doing!"

"The eyes." Wei Yan turned his head and smiled at Zheng Quzhi's lips, grabbing Zheng Quzhi's hand, and reaching out to the white smoke boiling water.

Zheng Quzhi only felt slimy, and he was feeling nauseous. People suddenly felt like being sucked in by something. The things around him suddenly changed, and the bottom of his feet also vacated.

When the reaction came, the person was already standing at the door of the hotel.

Uh? ? ?

Zheng Quzhi looked dumbfounded. After scanning the surroundings, he looked suspiciously at Wei Yan: "Are we out now? Why is there no sound at all?"

"This is another formation." Wei Yan opened his eyebrows and opened his eyes. He just used Zheng Quzhi, who was last in contact with Luo Xingtong, as the medium, and came to this formation with the slightest breath. If you guessed right, this should be the hidden formation of Luo Xingtong, right?

Thinking of this, there was more eager interest in the eyebrows.

Suddenly, I remembered the sound of footsteps.

Wei Yan's expression remained unchanged, and he grasped Zheng Qu Zhishun and squeezed a secret. In just a moment, the two of them disappeared in the air like invisible people.

The footsteps gradually approached, but Zheng Quzhi almost yelled out when he could see the incoming person. He didn't respond for a long time, but his face was dazed.