Campus belle's cultivation master

In the dark room, Wang Cheng's laughter was a little sharp and piercing, showing fox like cunning, which made the back of the people present cool and their hair stand up.

All stay? What's the meaning of this?

Although most of these people are rural people who have just entered the city and have little knowledge, today's scene is really a bit weird. Even for those who are used to the storm here, we should be alert.

They look at each other, their faces are scared green, and their hearts are a little worried. Is it possible that the famous young master of the Wang family has any special habit of deviating from secular ethics?

Wang Cheng hooked his fingers to the first strong young man, with a low voice: "come here, come closer..."

The young man was scared and moved forward cautiously. His lips trembled and murmured: "big... Young master, I... I have a girlfriend, and Nell is waiting for me to get married in the village. No... really no... I'm not doing that... I'm for men, men plus men, and welcoming men... I can't do this. I also have dignity..."

Wang Cheng

The blue veins on his forehead suddenly leaped. Anger started from his heart and evil came to the edge of his courage. His whole face was completely twisted.

What kind of mess is this? What are you doing with Ben Shao?

Wang Cheng is very angry. From small to large, he is arrogant. How can he bear such misunderstandings?

He felt that he had suffered unprecedented insults, and his questioning of his orientation was no less than the harm Lin Zixuan had done him in western Yunnan. Only one comes from the mind and the other from the body.

"Too much, too much... You scum, you think you don't like men..." Wang Cheng muttered, his body trembling like an electric shock.

The other people in the room quickly stepped back, many confused and stunned eyes, looking at him in disbelief, unable to grasp what the emotional young master of the Wang family could do.

But no matter what, there must be a lot of anger. No one here has any good fruit to eat

"Young master, i... we didn't mean that..."

"Young master, calm down, young master..."

Everyone apologized one after another, hoping to calm the young master's anger and keep his job. After all, he is the direct successor of the royal family. How can the ordinary people with poor background afford to be provoked?

But everyone did a good job of witnessing Wang Cheng jumping up from his chair and swearing. It's a pity that this scene didn't happen after all.

In the dim room, with dull eyes, Wang Cheng, who was sitting on the chair in the corner of the wall and couldn't stop shaking, seemed to have osteomalacia and slide down.

Then, he turned into a pool of stinking mucus on the floor, with a few loose clothes on the chair.

A big living man, just like the snowman in the early spring, is melting!

The young man, who was closest to him, thought that the young master was dizzy, so he took a step forward and worried: "young master, you..."

Then, he found the black mucus melting all over the ground, and he came back like an electric shock. He felt his throat was tight and his heart seemed to stop.

"This... What's going on?" He turned his head blankly to look at the others, and found that they were looking at him with the same horror.

Wang Dashao... Is he vaporized? Is he ice cream?

"Look... Look at your feet..." the fellow staggered half a step, warily reminded.

As soon as the young man lowered his head, he could see the strange black mucus creeping to his feet as if it were alive, trying to climb up slowly.

It's hard to describe that feeling. It's like ten thousand needles pierced into the skin and countless ants gnawed at the bones. The severe pain is unbearable.

The young man fell to the ground in a pitiful wail, staring at his rapidly shrinking legs, and soon realized that the pool of black mucus was sucking his blood

In the dark room, after a moment of silence, there was a sharp and frightened scream of the crowd

"Ah! help! Help

"Ghosts! What's this? Help

"I don't want to die!"

Wang An, the new housekeeper of the Wang family, stands in the courtyard outside the attic in a panic, watching the people in the room "bang bang bang" bumping into the door, like a bird trapped in a cage, but in any case, they can't escape.

Their cries of despair and grief reverberated over the old house of the king's family, making people feel numb.

Fortunately, this situation did not last long, it completely stopped. Immediately, black and red blood flowed down from the door and spread into the yard, steaming hot.

Wang an couldn't help shivering. He jumped back two steps and tried his best not to let the tip of his shoes get blood. As if in this way, he is not Wang Cheng's accomplice, but a clean man.

The blood that gathered at the door soon flowed back. It seemed that there was a life like anti gravity flowing through the steps. In about half a minute, it disappeared without a trace.

There was a terrible silence on all sides. Only the surface soaked with blood melted the frost, leaving a conspicuous mark, like a stain on pure white brocade cloth.

Wang an waited for a while, but he didn't hear Wang Cheng's voice. He then iron blue face, low head, turn round to go out in a hurry. Even though these people were humble and had no relatives in Yanjing City, they died in Yanjing King's family after all.

This is the third wave recently. If you want to smooth things out, you have a lot of troubles to deal with.

When passing through the corner of the corridor, Wang an bumps into a person like a headless fly, grinning in pain, and slumps to the ground.

"You mother..." he just wanted to scold, suddenly raised his head and saw that it was Wang Yunjing, the head of the family. His momentum disappeared in an instant, "the head of the family..."

Wang Yunjing didn't seem to hear him. He stood in the same place, looking at the attic not far in front of him. His face turned green and white.

How much he dotes on this son, but now, he can't help questioning whether it is a terrible monster or his own son?

"Is he... Still my son?" Wang Yunjing murmured, his eyes full of despair.

Wang an got up from the ground, did not understand, respectfully came over: "master, what do you say?"

"Take care of it here. Don't spread the news." Wang Yunjing solemnly warned, slowly turned around, "give me a car."

"Yes." Wang an bows and nods busily, then asks, "master, where are you going?"

Wang Yunjing said in a deep voice: "Shengjing Hotel, Miss Liangzi from Dongyi has arrived. We have a lot of business contacts. We need to see her tonight."