Attack on the CEO: Kidnapping the Little Taoist Priest

Chapter 177 Loneliness in the Darkness

The incident in the restaurant has been going on for a long time, Bai Xi didn't dare to go out to play by herself, and buried herself in her room all day long.

Bai Lin once suspected that his child had autism.

Three days later, Xiao Qingyi returned to City A. The moment he opened the door, Xu Xu was coming out of the shower. Because there was no one at home, he didn't have so many scruples, and walked out directly after taking a shower.

When they saw the person who opened the door and came in, they were all stunned.

Xiao Qingyi looked at Xu Xu up and down in a leisurely manner, and said, "Baby knows that I'm coming back, so you don't have to bother, I can't stand you like this."

"..." What is this man thinking about all the time?

Blushing instantly, Xu Xu explained: "It's not like that, I thought you wouldn't come over."

"Really?" Xiao Qingyi looked at Xu Xu disappointedly.

Xu Xu got under the covers, looked at Xiao Qingyi who walked in, and asked softly, "Why did you come back so early? Aren't you going to Fengqi Mountain?"

"No need to go." Xiao Qingyi changed his exhausted body, put his hands under the bed, and put his arms around the waist he thought about day and night.

"Oh."

This time Xu Xu was about to take a nap, but who knew that Xiao Qingyi came back, and he didn't get a nap, but was eaten from head to toe, and finally Xu Xu threw himself on Xiao Qingyi's body out of breath.

Xiao Qing changed hands and gently stroked Xu Xu's smooth back.

It caused Xu Xu to tremble.

"Baby, has your Gu poison not been released?"

"En." Xu Xu buried his head on Xiao Qingyi's chest wearily, and replied lazily.

Xiao Qingyi muttered to himself: "It seems that what he said is correct.

What? "

"It's nothing, just sleep."

Xu Xu was really tired, but in an instant, he fell asleep.

Looking at Xu Xu who was sleeping soundly, Xiao Qingyi showed a rare smile. He always knew that Xu Xu's physique was special, but he never thought that his physique could automatically kill Gu worms. It doesn't taste good.

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In the darkness, Feng Ming was awakened by the pain in his heart again. He curled up together, backlash, the backlash of the Gu worm. At the beginning, he planted the heart-eating Gu on Xu Xu. Unexpectedly, he was the one who got the backlash in the end. .

Gritting his teeth through the pain.

With his eyes in a trance, Feng Ming felt that someone was hugging him, smoothing his sweat-soaked hair with cold fingers, with a low voice.

"fool."

"who are you?"

Just after asking, my head couldn't hold on, and I fell asleep.

The man wiped off the sweat from Feng Ming's head, and said in a low voice: "Fool."

Heart-eating Gu, the consequences of backlash not only have to endure endless pain, but also endure the desire to explode.

The man wanted Feng Ming to tease him, teasing Feng Ming, feeling Feng Ming's relaxation, his body sank slowly.

When he woke up, Feng Ming felt that something was wrong all over his body, as if his body had been torn apart, and his buttocks were in severe pain. He turned to look at the silent man lying beside him.

He frowned suspiciously.

He was obviously on the ground last night, why was he on the bed?

The desire after backlash did not reappear, and he got up and went to the bathroom. In the mirror, Feng Ming couldn't believe it. He looked at him in the mirror, his body was covered with scars, and he knew what it was without thinking.

I squeezed my palms, did someone come in last night?

Before going to sleep, he felt someone whispering a word in his ear.

Could it be that man.

Thinking that he was being slept by a man he didn't know, Feng Ming looked gloomy, took a quick shower, put on his clothes, and went to Shao Ling's room.

Shaoling has been tortured so much that she doesn't look like a human being.

Yesterday he rescued this woman and committed suicide by cutting her wrists. In front of him, as long as she didn't die, she would continue to endure the pain.

"Don't, don't come here."

The torment of day and night has made Shaoling lose her sanity.

She was curled up in a corner, her clothes were torn like strips of cloth, with no part covered, there were red handprints, teeth marks, and blue marks on it.

"How are you?"

Knowing that Shaoling couldn't understand now, Feng Ming still asked.

"Don't, don't come here, I was wrong, don't hit me, don't hit me..." Shaoling wrapped her arms around her in fear, her eyes didn't converge at all, and she looked into the distance lazily.

"Oh, boring."

Feng Ming left Shaoling's room, and he saw five more men entered.

Before he had gone far, he heard a shrill cry, Feng Ming stopped, looked at the closed door expressionlessly, stood there for a few seconds, and left the place.

In the darkness, Feng Ming no longer knew how long he had lived.

It had been so long that he was able to walk in the dark without using any lighting tools, and his originally red heart was also darkened by the darkness.

He has lost count of how many people he killed and tortured.

Shaoling is not the first, nor will she be the last.

Back in the bedroom, Feng Ming sat on the ground, feeling the cold coming from the ground, his fingers gently touching the thousand-year-old ice-like ground, he always wanted that person who was like a raging fire to save him, now it seems like no need.

That disgusting sentence really broke all his thoughts.

Maybe I really want to live like this, with a group of cold-faced and cold-hearted people, blending with the darkness, and living in the darkness like this.

"Little Lord."

In a daze, he heard the low voice from last night.

Feng Ming half opened his eyes, he saw the person calling him clearly.

"It's you!"

"Well, young master." The man returned to the bed with Feng Ming in his arms, gently untied Feng Ming's clothes with his hands, and covered his lips one by one.

"Don't." Feng Ming refused.

This face is exactly the same as that of Phoenix, but the only wisdom inside is not Phoenix. Feng Ming closed his eyes sadly, except when he was sick, he would never touch this man.

I don't want to force it, let alone this only little comfort, to go away from him.

"I would," said the man.

"It was you last night?" Feng Ming didn't stop him.

"Well, it's me, but my mind is unstable, I can only come out at one time, and I can't come out at other times."

From the man's words, Feng Ming could hear the grievance, he smiled, hooked his hands around the man's neck automatically, and shouted: "Wood, you are just a log."

"Yes." Wood laughed.

After sleeping in the room, Feng Ming looked at Mu Mu, who had lost his sanity again, out of breath, and his heart warmed.

It's nice to have him by your side.

At least I'm not alone, Fenghuang, I know you don't like me, but I've already made a choice, I'm sorry Fenghuang, I'm the one who hurt you in the end.

He closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

Mu Mu moved his eyes, turned around and hugged him in his arms, and said in a low voice: "Young Master, I will always be with you forever, because I am yours."

He was originally a corpse, and it was this person who gave him the chance to be reborn and slowly regained his sanity, so he was willing to stay by this person's side, even if it was a substitute, it didn't matter.