Get rid of the evil husband: there is a fox at home

Han Yunxi shook his head lightly, stroked the rim of the coffee cup with his slender and white fingers, and said in a gentle voice, "It's nothing, Miss Jiang, the chain around your neck is so special, shouldn't all dresses be worn with jewelry Is it?"

Jiang Xueya looked at her chest following his gaze, and said with a smile, "I like this chain very much, so I wear it all the time..."

Han Yunxi seems to be very interested in this chain.

He stared at the chain for a while, then smiled, "If it's convenient, can you take it off for me to have a look?"

Jiang Xueya froze for a moment, then listened to him laughing and said, "It seems a bit strange for me to make such a request... just pretend I didn't say anything."[

"It's nothing, you can watch it if you want."

this chain. .It was originally worn to find you. . .

Jiang Xueya reached out and took off the chain, and handed it to him, "Aoxuan asked for it for me in a temple..."

Han Yunxi reached out to take the chain, and there was still a trace of residual warmth on the chain, which made him a little embarrassed, and a faint blush appeared on his cheeks.

The chain, which had already returned to its normal state, suddenly burst into a strong white light the moment he took it over.

The small bottle-like pendant flickered like a flame.

Han Yunxi opened his eyes wide in surprise, and the white light enveloped his whole body.

He yelped and fell down on the sofa.

A ray of transparent body slowly pulled out from his body.

That is. . .The soul of Liuyin. . .

Jiang Xueya stood up in surprise, her heart beating like a drum, beating non-stop.

Seeing that Jiyue Liuyin's soul was about to be completely withdrawn from his body, suddenly, there was a hasty knock on the door.

Then I heard someone outside worryingly shouting, "Young Master, Young Master, are you alright?"

With this burst of shouting, the soul that was about to be pulled out of Han Yunxi's body returned to his body at once.

white light. .disappear suddenly. . .

Han Yunxi was still holding her chain in his hand, but he was already unconscious on the sofa.

The knock on the door became more and more urgent, "Miss Jiang, master..."