Nightmare Attack

The banknotes in his hand disappeared like the wind, so fast that the fat man didn't even react.

"I dropped it when I was buying vegetables in the morning." The woman's voice sounded very comfortable, "but I still have to thank you."

The door opened slowly, and after the woman looked at a few people, her eyes suddenly stopped on Jiao Tailang. After a while, she stepped aside and said, "If there is nothing wrong, come in and sit down."

"Thank you Sister Love." Jiang Cheng walked in very invisible.

Fatty followed Jiang Cheng, and Jiao Tailang walked at the back.

The three of them sat down in a row on the sofa, behaving like children coming to visit their elders.

Weng Qing turned around and went to the kitchen. When she came back, she had a few more cups and a delicate teapot in her hand.

There are thick curtains in the room, only a small lamp is faintly lit, emitting a half-dead light, the whole atmosphere is very strange.

But Wei Wei surprises Jiao Tailang that Weng Qing is not as old and weird as Jiang Cheng described before, and her dressing is still outdated even now.

The baggy burgundy pajamas could not conceal her proud figure, her long hair was generally spread out behind her, and her pale face was painted with light makeup.

A pair of red eyes glowing with mystery, even more shockingly morbid beauty.

The woman in front of him gave Jiao Tailang a completely different feeling.

Jiang Cheng stared at the woman unabashedly, the fat man was timid, either lowered his head or only dared to look around.

Bend slightly, and filled the tea cups in front of the few people. After standing up, Weng felt reasonable about the slightly messy sideburns. His enchanting eyes stopped on Jiao Tailang, "This is..."

"I'm Jiao Tailang." Jiao Tailang nodded unnaturally, introducing himself, and then averted his gaze.

Looking at the woman's eyes, his heart beats fiercely.

"Sister Qing." Jiang Cheng asked obediently: "Are you the only one at home?"

"Yeah." Weng Qing retracted her gaze to stare at Jiao Tailang, looked at Jiang Cheng and replied, "I live alone, and there are two dogs with me."

She stretched out her slender finger and clicked on the bedroom door, "They don't like guests at home so much, so I locked them in the bedroom."

Weng Qing's voice seemed to be able to control a certain weird power. It sounded very nice and had a fascinating feeling. Jiao Tailang subconsciously clenched his hands.

It seemed to be a reply to a woman's voice, a scratching sound came from the bedroom, and just behind the door, the threatening sound of the dog's lower throat could still be heard vaguely.

What Weng Qing said can basically match the introduction of the old man from the landlord. It seems that their initial guess was wrong. It was not the ghost hand in the bedroom, but the two dogs.

"Have you not moved yet?" The woman picked up the cup and took a sip.

The moment the woman put down the teacup, Jiang Cheng's pupils trembled, and he saw that the woman's lips were stained with scarlet.

What's in the teacup is not tea, it looks like blood.

Looking at the woman, Jiang Chengqiang resisted the touch of his heart and showed her a pure smile, "Sister Qing." Jiang Cheng pursed his lips: "I was planning to move out, but I can't worry about you."

"I think a charming woman like you lives here alone, what should I do if the bad guy thinks about it?" Jiang Cheng clenched his fist and said worriedly.

The fat man hurriedly picked up the teacup, ready to take a sip of tea to be shocked.

But as soon as he picked up the cup, he realized that this is a ghost house, and the woman in front of him is a ghost, so this tea...

Fortunately, Weng Qing's attention was on Jiang Cheng, she smiled, and her blood-colored lips outlined a shocking smile.

"Is it worse than you?" She squinted and exhaled like silk.

The fat man didn't hold back and drank the teacup in one bite.

Jiao Tailang's body trembled, and then he quickly sipped his tea to be shocked.

The taste of the tea is stronger than expected. I don't know what is added in it.

Jiang Cheng pretended to be very frightened, like a big, unworldly boy. Weng Qing did not continue either, his eyes were shifted to the position of Jiao Tailang.

Jiao Tailang, who was looking down and peeking, immediately looked away, pretending to be unaware.

"You don't live here, do you?" Weng Qing's voice swayed like water, and Jiao Tailang couldn't bear it because of the ripples of the after-rhyme.

He has never had a girlfriend, and although there are many girls chasing him at school, he has never encountered such a blatant look, as if to devour him.

"I...I don't live here." Jiao Tailang replied in fear.

Weng Qingyan's lips slightly raised, as if he was more interested in him than Jiang Cheng, and after adding a cup of tea to him, he smiled and said, "You seem to be nervous."

"No." Jiao Tailang frantically searched for suitable vocabulary in his mind, and said with a shake of his mouth: "I just... I just didn't expect my sister to be so young."

"Why, they..." Weng Qing glanced at Jiang Cheng and Fatty, then at Jiao Tailang, and asked with a smile: "They said I'm very old?"

An arm rested on his shoulder, slender, but temperatureless fingers slowly moved across his neck, and Weng Qing came to him in an instant.

The cold feeling lingered in his neck, like a poisonous snake.

Just as Jiang Cheng was thinking about how to help Jiao Tailang to get out of the siege, Jiao Tailang suddenly raised his head, and the fingers covering his neck were suddenly wrapped in warmth, and Weng Qing couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

Fingertips wandered on the back of Weng Qing's hand, slightly itchy, "Am I...have my sister's attention?" Jiao Tailang put his hand on Weng Qing's hand, a pair of innocent eyes All the reflections are the shadow of Weng Qing.

Jiang Cheng's eyes changed immediately.

Gradually, the chill in Weng Qing's eyes melted, and some other meaning appeared on the condescending face.

Jiang Cheng took the time to look at the time and found that 18 minutes had passed.

Oops......

After a while, the teammates outside might make irrational actions, although Jiang Cheng didn't trust them much.

But if you leave now ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ then you will miss the opportunity in vain. Time is waiting for no one. If you don't figure out the affairs of 808, it is like a sword hanging above your head.

Weng Qing seemed to have noticed Jiang Cheng's movements, tilted his head and asked, "You will have something to do in a while?"

Jiang Cheng tightened his lips.

But after a second, he heard Jiao Tailang speak slowly, "You go ahead." He glanced at Jiangcheng, his tone as if he was worried that the latter would ruin his next good thing.

Taking advantage of Weng Qing's turning around, Jiao Tailang nodded to Jiang Cheng.

It can be seen that he is still nervous, but he seems to have some confidence.

But after all, whether we can do what we want depends on Weng Qingyuan's willingness to let them go.

"It's very impolite to leave here when I first came to Sister Qing. Can you allow me to stay and talk to her sister?" He looked at Sister Qing, both in his tone and in his eyes, very sincere.

"Crunch—"

The closed door opened a gap.