The gentleman is knocking on the door

Chapter 11
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Mi Congcong's heart sank, and he was about to step back to avoid the evil spirit, but before her legs moved away from her neck, a cold and dry hand grabbed her tightly.

Mi Congcong took a closer look, who was the bloody face in front of him if it wasn't the original owner's soul?

"You are finally alone~~" The soul of the original owner let out a creepy laugh from his throat.

She waited too long for this moment, and now she can finally return to her own body and be reborn~~~
Yes, it is rebirth!

She died 18 years later. She has gone through so many hardships. She lost her life in exchange for the Heavenly Eye. She chose the opportunity to be reborn to avenge the blood hatred. Hu, disrupted her plan.

Mrs. Guo experienced a lot of storms and waves during his lifetime, but after all, he hadn't passed the past seven years, and his knowledge of his own kind was limited, so he stared blankly for a long time before he realized it.

"Who are you and what are you going to do? Hurry up and let go of this girl!" Mrs. Guo shouted, and a blue figure floated over, trying to reach out to rescue Mi Congcong.

Unexpectedly, he raised his hand and passed through Mi Congcong's body.

Not only Mrs. Guo, but even Mi Congcong, who was about to lose consciousness by the soul of the original owner, was stunned.

"Heck~~ A wandering soul dares to meddle in other people's business!" The original owner's soul gave a sinister laugh, raised his arm and set off a gust of wind, Mi Congcong unconsciously squinted his eyes, and when he opened them again, Mrs. Guo's soul was no longer there. .

Mi Congcong was horrified, her little face turned blue due to difficulty in breathing, she stared at her phoenix eyes and asked angrily: "What did you do to Mrs. Guo?!"

Apart from fear, Mi Congcong was more shocked and guilty.

She had just rejected Old Master Guo's request for her own selfishness. She did not expect that Old Master Guo would try to save her.

If she can escape by chance this time, she will definitely help Mrs. Guo convey that sentence to Ji Tian!

"When death is imminent, there is still time to care about other things!"

As the sharp and cold mocking sound sounded, Mi Congcong only felt that the dry and foul-smelling hand on his neck increased his strength, and the sweat on his head kept dripping down. This feeling of dying became clearer and clearer. But she still didn't give up and asked: "You...why did you... old Mrs. Guo..."

Facing Mi Congcong's dilated pupils due to anger and shortness of breath, the original owner's soul smiled sinisterly: "You don't need to know!"

She just came to get her body back and she did nothing wrong!

Mi Congcong's mind gradually became distracted, and she seemed to hear the sobs of the original owner's soul that seemed to be crying but not crying.

She...was crying with joy because she wanted to return to her body?
This was Mi Congcong's last bit of consciousness before he fell into a coma...

In Baihua Building, Feiyu County, in a room filled with the scent of rouge, a young man was sitting beside a six-foot wide bed of Shenmuxiang with pink tents hanging beside it, looking at the bed unconsciously with interest. little man.

His slender fingers caressed the cuffs of her Taoist robe, and landed on her not-so-delicate little hands... squeezed violently.

Mi Congcong dreamed that she seemed to be back in the modern age. She saw her colleague and best friend coming to her house at the same time, and when they met, they hugged each other and cried.

Mi Congcong was worried and puzzled, and was about to go over to ask what happened, when suddenly there was a tingling pain in her palm, she gasped, and sat up abruptly.

"Are you awake?" The boy beside the bed raised his hand casually to touch her small face, and murmured in confusion: "This small face and the skin on her body are not too bad, why are her hands so rough? "

As soon as Mi Congcong opened his eyes, he was faced with a monstrous handsome face, and he was still a little puzzled. The boy's words made her almost jump up.

Instinctively, she lowered her head and looked at herself, seeing that the clothes on her body were intact and the Taoist robe was still there, she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Recognizing that the evil boy in front of him is Lou Chenxiao, a famous playboy in Wushan Town, Mi Congcong looked around the whole room vigilantly: "What kind of place is this?"

She didn't die, how could the soul of the original owner let her go?

Lou Chenxiao's long and narrow eyes bent, and slowly spit out three words: "Baihualou."

Although the furnishings of the room and the pungent smell made Mi Congcong speculate, but it was confirmed from Lou Chenxiao's mouth that her little face was still dark.

Mi Congcong is no longer the silly girl who just came here and didn’t know anything about this dynasty. Qinglou in this dynasty is everywhere, such as Zuixianglou, Baihualou, and Wanhuage, all of which are places of fireworks.

This landlord's son is so good, she should have guessed it a long time ago!
"Why am I here?" Mi Congcong asked with a dark face, always feeling that something was overlooked by him, and he couldn't remember it for a while.

"You don't remember?" The young man's delicate and handsome face was full of surprise and sadness, and he looked straight at Mi Congcong, as if she had done something outrageous.

Mi Congcong frowned and thought, she only remembered the whimpering sound of the original owner's soul, she couldn't remember anything more.

Suddenly, a monstrous face magnified in front of his eyes: "Do you remember?"

Mi Congcong was startled, and instinctively leaned back.

Lou Chenxiao's reputation in Wushan Town as a womanizer is too great, and Mi Congcong instinctively rejects and guards against him.

"Ah~~"

Before Mi Congcong said anything, Lou Chenxiao let out a false exclamation, slipped the arm supporting Mi Congcong's side, and pressed his whole body on Mi Congcong.

With a "boom", Mi Congcong hit her head on the porcelain pillow at the head of the bed, and she grinned in pain.

"Why are you so careless?" The boy's white and slender big hands naturally went around the back of her head and rubbed her.

"go away!"

Mi Congcong was furious, the landlord's son made her almost breathless.

Also, my head hurts~~
She didn't understand, why some people use porcelain pillows, bamboo pillows are also very cool, okay? !
"Aren't I worried about you?" The boy's face was full of injuries, and he didn't intend to get up.

"Get up first!" Mi Congcong couldn't think because of the pain in his head.

Mi Congcong was unwilling to admit that the landlord's son was too good-looking, but at this moment, showing such an expression made her feel an inexplicable sense of self-blame.

The young man stared at Mi Congcong for a while, sat up a second before she lost his temper, and thoughtfully helped her up.

"You saved me?" Mi Congcong took a few deep breaths, calmed down before asking.

The original owner's soul has haunted her for so long, and finally got the chance to get this body back, how could she let it go?
"I passed by the back door of the bathhouse in the evening and saw you passed out. Two hooligans were attacking you. I beat them away." The young man's delicate features slightly wrinkled, and he said innocently, "I don't know either. Where is your home, I brought you here."

Hearing that he was being attacked by two hooligans, Mi Congcong was as disgusted and angry as if he had swallowed a fly, and then he thought that the landlord's son was not easy to take with him, so he actually brought her into the brothel, and felt depressed again.

But she is not a person who doesn't know what to do, and she didn't blame him, but couldn't help muttering: "I don't know where I live, so can't you send me to the inn?"

(End of this chapter)