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Chapter Three Hundred and Thirty-Three

After Huan Xin collected Li Gui, he looked at the fainted Fang Jiaqi and shook his head helplessly, then picked him up and walked back to the room.

When Huan Xin arrived at the door, she discovered that the door to Fang Jiaqi's room was locked, and looking at the girl who was only wearing a nightgown, she didn't look like she had a key, so he had no choice but to carry her into his room.

After placing Fang Jiaqi on the bed and settling down, Huan Xin also took out the talisman that sealed the ghost. After releasing the ghost, he interrogated him carefully. It seemed that the ghost really didn't know. He just kept saying that it was the ghost king who let him know.

She did this. She had attacked this girl many times in the past few years, but every time she failed for some unknown reason. Only this time she was about to succeed, and she didn't know who had such a powerful heart-calling character.

Role.

Huan Xin looked at the aggrieved Li Gui, as if he had bullied her, so he put her into the talisman, too lazy to listen to her nonsense anymore.

Looking at Fang Jiaqi sleeping soundly on the bed, Quan Xin also felt that she might not have slept so well for a long time, so Quan Xin couldn't bear to disturb her and had to take a pillow and sleep on the carpet. Fortunately, there was a pillow in the hotel room.

Extra quilts will keep you from having nothing to cover yourself with at night.

Early the next morning, Fang Jiaqi's eyes were stung by the sunlight outside the window, and she slowly woke up from her sleep. She felt sore all over, and there were still some fragments of the scene before she fainted last night in her mind, and she still looked at her body.

Wearing a nightgown, I was also frightened for a while.

At this moment, she suddenly felt the breath of a second person in the room, so she subconsciously looked towards her feet and saw only one person, a man sleeping on the carpet beside the bed. Fang Jiaqi also screamed as if reflexively, and then

The body hid under the quilt.

A blood-curdling scream also woke up Qingxin. Qingxin got up from the ground sleepily. Looking at Fang Jiaqi who was shivering on the bed, she became angry and said angrily: "Wake up?"

La?"

Fang Jiaqi nervously checked her body under the quilt, then stuck her head out and asked with an aggrieved face: "Did you do anything to me last night?"

"What to do? What can I do to you?" Qing Xin asked with a wicked smile.

He had already thought of this scene before going to bed last night. He thought that he was not afraid of slanting shadows because he was upright, so he didn't need to think too much about excuses. He could just say whatever he wanted.

Fang Jiaqi calmed down a bit and seemed to have remembered something, so regardless of the fact that she was only wearing a thin nightgown, she crawled out from the quilt and grabbed Huan Xin, looking at him with an incredulous look.

Huan Xin seemed to be a little embarrassed by Fang Jiaqi's little look, as if she had done something to this big girl, so she frowned and said speechlessly: "I really didn't do anything to you last night. If I did, I would have hugged you.

I brought you back! Don’t you remember it at all?”

Fang Jiaqi didn't say anything. She looked Huxin up and down, and then said slowly as if recalling: "I seemed to be possessed yesterday. You should have saved me. I thought I saw you holding a yellow piece of paper before I fainted.

Taking in a dark shadow..."

Huan Xin nodded without denying it. Since he had been seen, no amount of explanation could compare to seeing is believing, so he told Wang Jiaqi what happened last night without hiding it.

After Huan Xin finished speaking, she saw Fang Jiaqi's expression of fear, but not the slightest surprise. Huan Xin also saw that this was probably not the first time that this girl had been "possessed by a ghost". But the strange thing was that she didn't have any yin energy at all.

No.

At this time, Fang Jiaqi's expression also darkened. He bit his lower lip. After struggling for a long time, he confessed to Huan Xin: "Actually, this is not the first time I have encountered this kind of thing. There have been many times when I woke up.

It's either under the bed or outside. I also asked people who know about this to read it, but after reading it, they didn't see the reason. I came here this time because I had a dream about my boyfriend before, and he told me

Ask me to come here again, where we once painted."

Huan Xin basically wanted to understand something, so she blurted out: "The painting painted by your boyfriend Tang Yao should not have been burned, but it could not be burned no matter how many times it was burned before. This

The next time I come to Laoye Temple, I also want to burn this painting at the place where it was painted!"

Fang Jiaqi opened her mouth in surprise, but if she had known that the person in front of her was the Taoist sect's first genius that had not been seen for thousands of years, she wouldn't have had such a big reaction!

Huan Xin looked at Fang Jiaqi and wanted to know what kind of painting it was and what he had painted, so she asked: "Where's that painting? Show it to me!"

Fang Jiaqi did not answer the question immediately, but asked Huan Xin: "What do you do? You seemed very capable yesterday. You didn't come to Poyang Lake to collect information and write an academic report, right?"

Huan Xin nodded without hesitation and said: "Yes, it's true that I'm a student of Cathay, but I'm really not here to write a report, but I'm entrusted by someone to find someone. Meeting you can be considered a fate."

, I originally planned to look for it alone, but now that I have met you, it seems that your matter is somewhat related to my matter. You are a girl and you don’t understand anything. If you are away from home, I can help you.

If you think I'm a bad person, it's okay not to accept it. I won't force you. Everything depends on cause and effect."

Huan Xin explained her purpose and position in one breath. After hearing this, Fang Jiaqi also showed a relieved expression, and then asked weakly: "Are you a Taoist priest?"

When the cleaning aunt came to Fang Jiaqi's concierge with a spare key, she looked at Fang Jiaqi, who was only wearing a gauze nightgown, and then looked at Huan Xin, she also gave a strange look, and then muttered something in her mouth.

"Today's young people are so open-minded. They even rent two rooms for an affair, huh!"

Not only did Xuan Xin hear this sentence word for word, but even Fang Jiaqi hid behind the door in shame.

Since Fang Jiaqi locked the key in the room last night, she had no choice but to call the front desk and ask someone to open the door.

However, Huan Xin didn't care about what the cleaning lady said. After all, if you are upright, you are not afraid of the shadow, and having a clear conscience is the last word!

After a while, after Huan Xin finished washing, Fang Jiaqi also changed her clothes, and she was dressed quite decently. It seemed that she was not a casual girl on weekdays.

Fang Jiaqi came to Huan Xin's room. She didn't mind that the two of them were in the same room last night, but carefully took out the flower clip and handed it to Huan Xin!

Huan Xin took the folder and opened it without hesitation. Inside was a sketch of a landscape, which seemed to be unfinished.

Huan Xin looked at it for a long time and didn't think it was anything. It just painted the Laoye Temple by the lake. There seemed to be an old man standing in front of the temple. What's so great about this? As for Tang Yao, who painted this painting, died?

Huan Xin looked at it for a long time and couldn't see anything wrong, so he remembered that the painting seemed to be unburnable, so he took the painting to the bathroom, and casually shot out the fire from his hand, hitting the painting.

A scene that Ling Huanxin didn't expect happened. Just when the painting paper was half burned and he was about to burn down the Laoye Temple, he saw a faint red light emitting from the painting. Then he extinguished the fire and returned to its original state.

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Huan Xin felt incredible. He held the painting and looked at it for a long time, but he didn't see anything wrong with it. Why couldn't it be burned? Isn't this unscientific?

You must know that he just used Lihuo, let alone ordinary fire!

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