Domineering: The President is not a human being

Chapter 191 Their Concealment!
"Where's my uncle?" Su Xiaoxiao called out to the two people who were facing each other.

In the room, the tense atmosphere suddenly calmed down, and then fell into a strange silence. Qiu Shuoyan and the others all showed strange expressions, as if something was hiding from her.

"What happened last night?" Su Xiaoxiao suddenly had a bad feeling in her heart, last night she suddenly passed out without any warning.

She originally wanted to save someone, but she didn't know what terrible thing Uncle Su saw at that time.

She guessed that that thing must be scarier than the woman with the supernatural post, otherwise how could she leave Uncle Su alone and run for her life with the power of a dead monster? He saw that she was in danger, which meant that he was not far from her at that time, completely Can come to the rescue.

"You should have a good rest first, and leave the matter of Uncle Su to us." Leng Zhaoran stood up, exchanged glances with Qiu Shuoyan, and left the room first.

"You stay by her side, but don't get close to her." Qiu Shuoyan warned Lan Ziming, turned his head and took a deep look at Su Xiaoxiao who was on the bed, said nothing, followed Leng Zhaoran and left house door.

"You guys... wait!" Su Xiaoxiao climbed out of the bed and chased her out without even wearing her shoes.

In just a few seconds, Leng Zhaoran and Qiu Shuoyan had disappeared.

Su Xiaoxiao knew that even if Lan Ziming was there, she would not tell her anything, and everyone kept silent to her. She felt the seriousness of the matter, and the matter in Ning'an Village might not be that simple.

There must be some secret hidden in the Su family's old house. The woman she saw in the old house may be the master of the ghost post who haunts her.

Su Xiaoxiao quickly walked back to the bed, put on her shoes, and hurriedly walked out the door.

"Where are you going?" Lan Ziming caught up with Su Xiaoxiao and grabbed her arm.

"Ancient house." Su Xiaoxiao shook off Lan Ziming's hand and continued to walk forward, "Since no one told me, I can only find the answer myself.

"I'll go with you." Lan Ziming sighed softly, and pulled her back again.

Su Xiaoxiao glanced at him in surprise, "Since you won't tell me anything, why are you willing to accompany me to the old house again?"

"The dead fox is right, you won't give up." Lan Ziming let go of Su Xiaoxiao, and walked side by side with her.

"You don't feel bad if you know half of everything?" Su Xiaoxiao gave Lan Ziming a supercilious look.

What's more, this matter is very likely to be related to her.

The culprit, the woman said these four words to her again last night.

"Yes, what you said makes sense." Lan Ziming didn't refute her, and followed her words.

When Su Xiaoxiao walked away, two slender figures walked out from behind the wooden house by the lake.

It was Qiu Shuoyan and Leng Zhaoran.

Qiu Shuoyan looked at the retreating figure, a trace of guilt appeared in his cold eyes.

"Why? Regret what you did 600 years ago?" Leng Chaoran smiled sarcastically, "Isn't it your style to use unscrupulous means?"

If it wasn't because Qiu Shuoyan set up a trick to trick him into signing a five-year contract with him while he didn't get back the memory of his previous life, how could he miss her in this life.

"Regret?" Qiu Shuoyan raised the corners of his mouth and smiled coldly, "I have never regretted any decision I made after losing her."

What he cared about was that he thought he would never deceive her again in this life, but this time he had to tell her such a big lie.

"You and I are inseparable from what happened 600 years ago." Leng Zhaoran walked to the lake next to the wooden house, his unwavering eyes were as silent as the surface of the lake.

That was the only time in his previous life that he violated the Six Laws.

"You were just forced to borrow a talisman from me." Qiu Shuoyan spread out his hand, a fiery red talisman paper appeared in his palm, it was the talisman paper pasted on the carved wooden box. ． ． ． ． ．
(End of this chapter)