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Chapter 81: Deja Vu Returns

The electronic clock on the wall rang twice. When I looked up, it was already two o'clock in the middle of the night. There were classes tomorrow, so Zhao Puti stopped pestering him and went back to the room to clean up. Then he walked to the living room and faced the room.

Ye Feng said: "It's already late at night, let's go to bed early!"

Ye Feng couldn't help but glanced towards Mother Zhao's room, thinking, her mother was still here, how could she cope with this? But he nodded again, took off his coat, and prepared to sit on the sofa.

It was just one night. Unexpectedly, Zhao Puti pulled him up. His face did not change, his heart did not beat, and he said seriously: "The weather forecast said there will be a typhoon in the evening and the temperature will drop sharply. You should go to my room."

Go to sleep!" Ye Feng only felt dizzy, and his eyes were full of little stars. Happiness came too suddenly, which made him feel at a loss. Go to her room to sleep? Is this an invitation? This is not seduction, this is absolutely

Not seduction.

Although he followed Zhao Puti towards the room, Ye Feng said: "Isn't this bad? Your mother is here, and the two rooms are so close. What did she hear?

It will be very embarrassing..." He stared straight at Zhao Puti's back. His skin was as creamy as winter snow. The temperature at midnight was slightly cold, so the exposed skin was white and rosy.

It looks very attractive under the warm light.

His eyes dropped, and he saw the belt tightly tied behind Zhao Puti's back. Further down, there was a round, firm, fleshy, elastic buttocks. Hmm~ It's very sexy, you can touch it.

That's good.

He only paid attention to Zhao Puti's body and didn't notice that he had already walked into the bedroom and came to the bed. Ye Feng suddenly bumped into Zhao Puti's body and threw her down on the soft little bed from behind.

.

Zhao Puti hummed softly, his heart suddenly racing like a deer, thinking that Ye Feng wanted to kill him tonight? Whatever! It would be given to him sooner or later, so he lay on the bed and stopped moving, waiting for Ye Feng.

Feng’s next move. It’s just that this guy is too inhumane. Why doesn’t he even close the door? What if my mother gets up late and goes to the bathroom and catches me? Besides, this is my first time.

Can't you be gentler? At least say some soft words to comfort yourself. If you don't make any promises, who do you think you are?

"Yes---I'm sorry!" Ye Feng said hesitantly: "I was just looking at the back, and I didn't pay attention for a moment--and I bumped into him." He climbed up from Zhao Puti's back with difficulty.

, I didn’t notice that my hands were pressed on her buttocks. It was soft, tender, and elastic! Hey, it felt really good. How about you? Just let her go. You can only touch her once if you are not responsible, but you can touch her for a lifetime if you are responsible.

.The soul-leaving syndrome can be cured in the future, so it doesn’t matter if you want the vajra or not, since I’m not a monk anyway.

"What?" Zhao Puti's body tensed up, and she suddenly felt a heat on her buttocks, and a pair of big hands were placed on it. Her whole body began to tremble unconsciously, and she wanted to refuse, but she couldn't help but look forward to what would happen. When Ye heard that

Feng was stunned at first by Ye Feng's words. When she understood what Ye Feng meant, her face turned red instantly and hesitantly said: "I mean, you will sleep in my room tonight; as for me, I will

Go spend the night with my mother." After saying that, she pushed Ye Feng away, grabbed the door and entered the next door room.

This Ye Feng, on the surface, looks polite and honest, but he has been thinking about something all day long! She is a little lucky that she did not break the window paper with Ye Feng; at the same time, she is a little disappointed.

He is Nanda Gong

How come the recognized school beauty, goddess, and public lover always feels embarrassed in front of him? Does it mean that he doesn’t feel anything for her? Obviously not. So, is he worried about Li Moli’s feelings? He is really a passionate person.

Seed!

Zhao Puti's room is not big, with only a small bed, a wardrobe and a corner desk and bookcase. The bookcase is neatly filled with various books, including some medical classics. There is a photo frame on the desk.

, there are photos of two cute little sisters. They are not very old, only about ten years old, and their looks are 80% or 90% similar. Ye Feng can recognize the two people in the photo, one is Zhao Puti, and the other is Zhao Puti.

One is the dead Zhao Linglong.

A corner of the quilt was lifted, revealing sheets as white as jade. Ye Feng thought, Zhao Puti really has a fairy aura all over his body. He likes white clothes. The furniture in the room is also white, even this mattress.

The quilts are also all white. Isn't she afraid of trouble? Isn't she afraid of getting dirty?

Life in junior year is also very stressful, okay? How can you have so much free time to wash clothes and bedding? He opened the closet door and searched around but found no pajamas. Zhao Puti also packed up the small personal items inside.

She got up, obviously not wanting to be seen by him. Without saying much, she took off her clothes and lay on the bed and fell asleep. There was a fresh fragrance in the bed, and Ye Feng sniffed it hard. Well~, this is Zhao Puti's body.

of fragrance.

Outside the window, there were dark clouds, howling wind, and heavy rain when the typhoon came. This was true. In his daze, Ye Feng could only hear the heavy rain pouring like water, hitting the glass of the window sill, making a clear and sweet sound. He never thought

When he woke up the next day, the sun was shining brightly and there were no clouds in the sky. He looked at the time and saw that it was already seven o'clock in the morning. Suddenly he felt anxious and quickly got up and ran to the toilet. As soon as he pushed open the heavy glass door, he saw

An incredible scene arrived. On the mirror facing the toilet door, a bright red bloody handprint suddenly appeared in front of my eyes, and it was still dripping with bright red blood.

What's going on? Ye Feng was immediately shocked. He was no longer Wu Xia Amon, and he was familiar with the business of catching ghosts and subduing monsters. Why are there still these dirty things that are not afraid of death coming to provoke him? At the moment, the little finger of his left hand gently

He made a move and summoned Wang Lilai, asking him to conduct a careful investigation and help him catch this ignorant rat. He was also afraid that Zhao Puti, mother and daughter, would be horrified when they woke up and saw such a bloody scene, so they took some cigarettes.

I wiped off the bloody fingerprint with a tissue. I put it under my nose and smelled it from a distance. I was immediately filled with surprise. I just asked, why does this blood have such a strange fragrance?

Regardless of whose handprint this is, the scent of the blood lingers for a long time, which is amazing. Zhao Puti opened the door and walked out. After washing, he and Ye Feng rushed to school.

go.

After two classes, Wu Hai waited early at the door of the classroom. We agreed that we would go to the Shili Taohua Community across the road from the north gate of the school to look at houses together today. Buy early and enjoy early. Your parents have already come to Nandu for a few days, so you can’t

You always let your parents live in a hotel, right? The school has notified that the one-month military training will start next Monday. It is better to settle down at "home" in advance, so that you can devote yourself wholeheartedly to your life.

Career comes first. Diseases need to be cured, money needs to be earned, and life needs to continue. The revolution has not yet succeeded, and comrades still need to work hard.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he walked into the door of the villa, Ye Feng was stunned by the auspicious clouds and mist that shrouded the villa. It turned out to be a luxurious villa with purple energy from the east, which proved that the owner built this villa.

It is extremely attentive. Moreover, the owner of this villa is a kind-hearted old man who believes in Buddhism. In a room facing the west on the second floor, an incense table is set up to enshrine the Buddha and Guanyin Bodhisattva in the West. Incense is lingering all day long.

The tribute fruits are fresh, which is where great mercy and compassion really come from, and the peach blossoms in the ten miles away are a happy home.

So Ye Feng immediately urged Wu Hai to make an appointment with the owner of the villa. He paid one hand for the house and then signed the contract and transferred the ownership. In the afternoon, his parents moved in, along with his nominal daughter.

My friend Mo Li has no choice but to stick to Ye Feng's parents' side and is deeply loved by these two old people. I'm afraid she has become the standard daughter-in-law candidate in the eyes of these two old people.

After a lot of trouble, it was already past three o'clock in the afternoon, and a group of people were drinking tea and chatting in the living room of Villa No. 5. Wu Hai's cell phone rang suddenly in his pocket. He took it out and saw that it was his mother calling.

He came, so he pressed the answer button without hesitation and shouted: "Mom? Is something wrong?"

Mother Wu's voice on the phone sounded very urgent, "Xiaohai, please come back quickly, I'm afraid your sister may not be able to survive."

Wu Hai was dumbfounded at that time. Although his sister was said to be trapped by love, she was depressed and mentally ill all day long, but she had no worries about food and clothing, no fear of warmth and cold, and she always had someone to take care of her. Why today? She was taken care of by his mother.

Is it impossible to say that it doesn't work? He was puzzled and thought over and over again, could there be some ghost in this?

Bai Qi's father is going to undergo surgery in the next two days. He has to stay with his father in the hospital at all times to take care of him. Wu Hai called Ye Feng, Chen Fei and Chang Le to rush to his old house together.

Everyone was dumbfounded at the door of my sister's room. They saw eighteen bloody palm prints neatly printed on the neat white bedroom wall!

This~, what on earth is going on? Ye Feng frowned, and lightly hooked the little finger of his left hand, calling Wang Li to investigate carefully. Why is there a bloody fingerprint again? What is the situation? He stuck out his head and got closer.

After smelling the bloody handprint, his eyes immediately widened and he was shocked.

The fragrance is not an ordinary fragrance. This is not the fragrance of potpourri, nor the fragrance of vegetables, nor the fragrance of dry tea and nuts, nor the fragrance of virgin skin. This is a very special fragrance, which seems to have the richness of thousand-year-old trees, and the morning glow and wind and rain.

It was still fresh. He suddenly remembered that this fragrance seemed familiar, and it was actually the smell he smelled when he first encountered this seven-treasure gourd. Could it be that the red-eyed ghost who escaped had come back to seek revenge? Just why? They

The target is not you? Instead, it is all the relatives and family members of your friends? It is really despicable and shameless to the extreme. If you are caught by yourself, you will definitely let them try the taste of the Prajna Vajra Subduing the Demonic Pestle.

Wu Shuang's face on the bed was pale, and she was already taking in less air and outgoing more. Ye Feng clearly saw that the divine light above her head had burned out, the Niwan Palace was wide open, and her soul was about to leave her body and return to the underworld in a moment.

When Wu Shuang saw Ye Feng, his chapped and peeling lips moved slightly, and he said in a weak voice: "Please, let me see Liu Jun again."

Ye Feng nodded gently, then took out his seven treasure gourd, pulled out the golden top and red plug, and called out Liu Jun to talk to her. Unexpectedly, the flowers fell helplessly, and the deja vu Yan returned. Wu Shuang died for love after all.
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