Zhang Cheng's body couldn't move, and he wanted to leave his body in a hurry, but after thinking about it carefully, he gave up this plan.
This old ghost is not an ordinary ghost, if he takes this opportunity to occupy his body, then he really can't find a place to cry.
Zhang Cheng stood in place like a sculpture, but the shadow behind him slowly moved, stretched out two hands, and pinched his neck.
As soon as the shadow moved, Zhang Cheng's hand began to disobey the call, raised stiffly, pinched his neck, and then pulled it up hard.
"Titicaca" Zhang Cheng's neck was stretched a few centimeters raw, and his neck bones made a piercing sound.
When Xia Lan saw this strange scene, she was so anxious that she didn't know what to do, and the muzzle of the gun was aimed at the shadow on the ground for a while, and then at Zhang Cheng.
Although Zhang Cheng doesn't need to breathe, if he continues like this, his head will be taken off sooner or later, and his head is not a watermelon, and another one can grow again after being picked.
Zhang Cheng gathered the corpse qi to his neck, protected his neck, and resisted desperately, and the strength in his hand finally lightened a little.
Seeing that Zhang Cheng's movements were slowing down, the old ghost let out a somewhat suspicious "um", and a black gas flew out of the shadow, circled Zhang Cheng's head twice, and drilled into it along the seven orifices.
"Why are you standing stupidly, are you okay?"
Zhang Cheng's eyes flickered, and he suddenly found that he could move again, so he hurriedly looked around, and was shocked to find that he was still standing at the door of the 13th floor, and Xia Lan was looking at him suspiciously.
Zhang Cheng hesitated for a moment, and suddenly reached out and pinched Xia Lan's arm.
"Ah, what are you doing" Xia Lan screamed in pain.
"Let's see if it's a dream" Xia Lan rubbed her arm, her face was inexplicable, "You are sick, can you get in?"
"Of course you have to go in."
Zhang Cheng opened the door on the 13th floor and walked in first.
It's still the same scene, but there is no complicated atmosphere, no old ghosts, and no trace of the five children and Zuo Ci.
Zhang Cheng searched around the 13th floor, but in the end he found nothing, and suddenly frowned, faintly feeling that something was wrong, but just about to think about it carefully, his head was inexplicably dizzy.
"There's nothing here, let's go down first, I'm always panicking when I stay here."
Xia Lan hugged Zhang Cheng's arm and said with some fear.
In normal times, Zhang Cheng would never be so sloppy, but now he doesn't know why, he always feels dizzy, so he nodded subconsciously, followed Xia Lan out, and returned to the 12th floor.
Xia Lan took Zhang Cheng's hand, walked into an idle ward, sat sideways on the bed, and complained: "I've been looking for a day, and everyone is almost tired and falling apart, let's rest first." ” "Oh" Zhang Cheng hammered his head and sat aside with a frown.
Xia Lan took off her boots, rubbed her small toes, and suddenly put her legs on Zhang Cheng's knees, and said softly: "After climbing the building for a day, my legs are so sore, can you help me pinch them?"
"This is not very good" Zhang Cheng looked down at Xia Lan's straight long legs, and the skinny jeans outlined two perfect lines, round and tight "What's wrong, aren't we partners" Xia Lan's voice became lazy, her legs bent, and she rubbed a few times on Zhang Cheng's thighs.
"Okay" Zhang Cheng's mind was dizzy, and he didn't think too much, he directly reached out and pinched Xia Lan's leg, and felt an amazing elasticity with a little force.
Unlike the softness of most women, Xia Lan's legs are slender and firm, without a trace of fat, and the lines are perfect, even through the denim fabric, you can clearly feel the smoothness of the skin.
"Hmm" seemed to be enjoying Zhang Cheng's massage, Xia Lan let out a low groan from her mouth, and her legs kept twisting, rubbing back and forth in Zhang Cheng's sensitive position.
"Don't move, how can you pinch like this."
Zhang Cheng frowned and said.
Xia Lan smiled charmingly, stretched out her hand to untie the ponytail tied behind her head, her long hair was scattered over her shoulders, and her eyes were rolling to look at Zhang Cheng.
"Am I beautiful?"
"Okay."
Zhang Cheng replied honestly.
"If you hate it, you won't say a few nice words" Xia Lan sat up suddenly, wrapped her arms around Zhang Cheng's neck, her red lips slowly came to his ear, and she exhaled Ruolan and said, "I still have some discomfort, you can also help me pinch it." ” Zhang Cheng was stunned, "Where?"
Xia Lan grabbed Zhang Cheng's hand and suddenly reached into his neckline.
"I feel a little tightness in my chest, you can rub it for me" Zhang Cheng was taken aback, and wanted to pull his hand out, but his body didn't seem to obey the call, so he really put it down and kept rubbing it.
"Hmm" "Oh" With Zhang Cheng's movements, Xia Lan's breathing also became short, her face began to flush, and she took Zhang Cheng's earlobe in her mouth and began to suck.
A strange feeling rose in Zhang Cheng's heart, and he tried to stop it all, but found that his consciousness was like a bystander, he could only watch, but could do nothing.
Xia Lan stretched out her small fragrant tongue and slowly descended along Zhang Cheng's earlobe, and a slippery, warm and numb feeling gradually spread throughout her body, making him slowly let go of his heart and gradually sink.
Zhang Cheng's shirt was unbuttoned one by one, followed by belts and pants Xia Lan leaned over and pressed Zhang Cheng under her, and the slippery feeling extended down her neck, first in her chest, then in her abdomen, and finally in her abdomen The entire ward was suddenly filled with wonderful sounds, and Zhang Cheng's expression became more and more numb.
Xia Lan's head kept moving, a low hum came out of her nose, and Zhang Cheng's eyes lost their lustre, leaving only endless desire.
"Don't resist, erupt and give me your body" Xia Lan opened her small mouth and looked at Zhang Cheng with a pleading expression.
The yang energy in Zhang Cheng's body instantly became chaotic, sprang out of the dantian by itself, and ran rampant in his body, and finally converged into the lower abdomen, with the potential of a volcanic eruption.
Just at the last moment, Zhang Cheng's survival instinct suddenly woke up, yang energy was very important to him, if he continued this trend, he would definitely shoot into a dry corpse.
As soon as he closed his legs, he grabbed Xia Lan's head violently, and threw her off the bed with all his might, and at the same time bit the tip of his tongue fiercely, and the picture in front of him instantly distorted.
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First, Xia Lan, who was rolling on the ground, turned into a cloud of dust, and then the entire ward began to slowly collapse and fall apart Zhang Cheng slowly opened his eyes, and instantly found that the old ghost was lying behind him, desperately drilling into his body.
He didn't dare to think about it, so he hurriedly puffed up the corpse qi, forced the old ghost out, and then blasted out with a punch.
The old ghost saw that Zhang Cheng was sober, and he didn't dare to fight hard, and his body moved back into the shadow.
Zhang Cheng's body became stiff again, and his fist stopped in mid-air.
He rolled his eyes and looked around, and found that he was still in the old wooden house on the 13th floor
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