"I said you were thinking too much."
Hu Zhun became impatient, and his tone was much colder.
The book in the baggage moved a few times, and began to "snap" restlessly.
A strange light appeared in Jing'er's eyes, and she rushed over to snatch the burden, "I won't let you destroy it, I'm ......
I won't let you leave me. ” "Give me the book."
Brigadier Hu locked the courtyard door and stretched out a hand to Chong Jing'er.
"I don't give."
"Give it to me."
He roared and took a few steps closer to her.
Seeing that there was no way out, Jing'er could only retreat and hide in the house, she just wanted to close the door, but was kicked away by Hu Zhun, he looked at her, and his eyes were fierce that she had never seen before.
Jing'er felt that she didn't know the man in front of her a little, didn't he always be warm and gentle, and he couldn't even speak loudly?
How could it suddenly become so vicious?
But she didn't recognize herself anymore, and she didn't understand why she was holding this heavy book, like what a wonderful treasure it was.
But before she could think about it any more, her ankle suddenly tripped over a chair, her body lost her balance, and she fell backwards with a stumble, and the book in her hand was also thrown aside, and she jumped a few times on the floor and did not move.
A soft corner of his clothes was attached to the back of Jing'er's hand, and he squatted down, his slender eyes staring at her face, "You dare to take my things?"
” "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she stammered for a long time, and finally could only say sorry Jing'er didn't understand why she was so scared, her heart was so panicked that she was about to jump out of her chest, and the blood all over her body was cold, and on such a summer night, her bones were painful.
This man has obviously been slapped countless times by herself, she has never had the slightest fear of him, and has always regarded him as her plaything, which can be played with at will.
But now, Hu Zhun's eyes were full of fierce light, and a pair of jet-black eyes were getting bigger and bigger, and finally filled the entire eyeball.
After looking at the mirror for a moment, he finally stood up, the long hem of his coat sweeping over her face.
Jing'er finally spit out the breath she held in her chest, and she hurriedly got up, no longer caring about anything, just thinking about escaping from here as soon as possible.
In a panic, her sleeve rubbed against the bamboo cabinet next to the bed, and she took down a wooden comb that was resting on it, and the wooden comb fell to the ground with a crisp sound, and broke in half.
"I'm sorry," Jing'er said for the second time tonight, and she picked up the comb, "I didn't mean to.
Seeing that Hu Zhun was staring at the comb and didn't react for a long time, Jing'er lifted the hem of her skirt and moved lightly towards the door.
"Sa."
A gust of wind blew from behind, blowing her hair apart and sending a biting chill to her neck.
Jing'er turned around and saw Hu Zhun pacing towards him, holding the black-pressed ancient book in his hand, his slender fingers clasping the book cover, and slowly lifting it.
Jing'er knew what would greet her, because she had seen the characters floating out of this magic book rush into Midori's body, propping her body apart and turning into dust.
When she took this threat, could she have imagined that one day she would become a wisp of the soul under this book, just like Lu Qiao?
"Man, it's such a cheap thing, the more you treat him, the more he will eat you and wipe you clean, and there will be no bones left, Jing'er, one day you will understand my words."
At the last moment of her life, Aunt Hua's words echoed in Jing'er's mind repeatedly, which was the most apt summary of herself she could think of.
"Official, wake up."
The familiar voice drifted into Hu Zhun's ears from far and near, "If you don't get up again, I'm afraid I'm going to miss the right thing." ” "Lu Qiao," Hu Zhun didn't open his eyes, and his mouth had already called out the name that had been called thousands of times in his heart, "You're back?"
” A cold little hand touched his chest, "I'm here, and I'll never leave again, I'll always be with you." ” "Okay, great," tears rolled down his cheeks with excitement, and he clenched the little hand in his arms tightly, "I was wrong, but you know I didn't mean to, right?"
You know that.
Hu Zhun opened his eyes while repenting, he was surprised to find that there was nothing in front of him, looked down at his arms, but saw Lu Qiao's broken comb, could it be that he was dreaming just now?
Yes, it must have been a dream, he fell asleep with this comb last night, that's why he dreamed of Luqiao.
He imprinted the comb on his chest, closed his eyes again and savored the gentle touch of the green in his dream, wanting to engrave this taste in his heart forever.
However, there seemed to be something wrong, Hu Zhun suddenly opened his eyes, the comb, why did the comb break in half?
Don't?
He stood up with a "swish", pushed open the door and ran into the courtyard, but saw the last thing he wanted to see, it was a piece of cloth, a piece of blue cloth he used to wrap books last night.
He turned his head to the inner chamber, and the memory became clearer: Jing'er's body floated in midair, and her every pore turned into a twisted character, and those characters became denser and denser, crawling all over every inch of her skin.
"Bang."
The voice in his head seemed to reflect reality, and Hu Zhun's body trembled a little, and his feet sank to the ground.
He looked at the big heavy book on the floor, and his heart pounded: the second one, how many people do you have to kill to stop?
"Destroy it, remember, you must destroy that book, you can't suppress it with your strength, and one day it will get out of your control and make an irreparable mistake."
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Grandfather's dying voice struck Hu Zhun's brain over and over again, and he stood up in a trance, picked up the copper basin for washing his face from the shelf and put it on the ground, took out the fire fold and shook it, and when the spark was ignited, he threw the book and the fire fold into the copper basin at the same time.
The flames jumped high, reflecting Hu Zhun's face, and he smiled, a little crazy, but from the heart.
But it didn't take long for the smile to freeze on his face, for the book in the copper basin did not move, and the white flame danced madly on the book cover, but there was no sign of igniting it.
Hu Zhun kicked the copper basin out of the door, and the sparks scattered in the air, falling to the ground and disappearing without a trace.
And the book was still lying firmly in the courtyard, and the book cover "clicked", as if to laugh at his innocence.
Outside the courtyard wall, Zhusheng dragged her two legs that had stood all night and crawled down step by step, she covered her mouth and let out a helpless lament.