Death Protector

Lin Xiaoxi dries her tears and stares at her diary. There are handwriting in the diary. She blinks hard, but she still can't see clearly.

"Stream!" At this time, someone called her out of the window. Lin Xiaoxi got up and pushed open the window. There was no one downstairs. She was shocked. She suddenly thought of the Qin and Song Dynasty who had escaped. It was too late to close the window. Lin Xiaoxi only felt a sharp wind coming to her face. She instinctively raised her hand to block her face. The wind was so sharp that it cut into Lin Xiaoxi's hands and immediately blood splashed!

A shadow passed in front of Lin Xiaoxi. She opened her mouth and took the blood from her palm. The scarlet in her eyes made Lin Xiaoxi stagger and sit down on the ground.

"Ha ha ha, stream, thank you for your blood!" Under the black night sky, the laughter left by the Qin and Song Dynasties seems extremely horrible and strange!

Lin Xiaoxi was terrified. She didn't find her hands full of blood were clubbed in the unopened diary book. The blood on her hand was stained with wet half of the diary. The original blank diary had suddenly appeared with dense small characters, and the characters appeared one after another!

The black robed God of death came through the window. His black hair was dyed bright by the moonlight. His handsome and cold cheek looked at the forest brook. "Gone?" Yan Mo cold cold lips, run really fast.

The sight turns, he saw the diary that is pressed by the Forest Creek under his hand, in the dark, glittering and emitting a strange red light.

"Stop bleeding!" Yan Mo cold indifferently mentions Lin Xiaoxi. Lin Xiaoxi feels the pain coming from his hands, bares his teeth and screams and runs downstairs to look for bandages. Yan Mo Han once again used his eyes to express his disgust and disdain for Lin Xiaoxi, and then he bent slightly and picked up the diary on the ground.

The first half of the diary was dyed red by the blood of Lin Xiaoxi, and the second half was still blank. As he looked over the past page by page, his eyes showed more and more interest and Some dark bloodthirsty light.

When Lin Xiaoxi comes back upstairs with his hands wrapped up, the God of death says Mo Han has disappeared. The diary originally on the ground is also missing. Lin Xiaoxi anxiously looks for it everywhere, but he can't find it again.

"Lord death? No way Lin Xiaoxi angrily looks at the distance, the diary is inexplicably missing. In addition to the God of death, who can take it!

"Stream, I'm back!"

Downstairs came the sound of opening the door. Lin Xiaoxi was flustered and quickly closed the window and ran down. The ink pool was changing shoes. Lin Xiaoxi ran over with a smile, and her bright eyes bent into crescent shape. "Little pond, do you miss me?"

Ink pool was once again hit by the smile of Lin Xiaoxi, the softest part of the heart. When the long arm was extended, she was pulled into the arms. She was circled around the wall and bent down low, "brook, do you miss me?"

Lin Xiaoxi looked at not inferior to the God of death. His handsome face was getting closer and closer to him. He held the ink pool chest in a panic. He didn't dare to look at the burning heat in his eyes. "Little pond, don't make trouble."

Heard a slight sigh of ink pool, he no longer forced her, just buried his head in the hair of Lin Xiaoxi, hugged her, "brook, let me hold for a while." His eyes closed, his voice was very satisfied.

Lin Xiaoxi let him hold it, silently recited in his heart. I'm sorry, ink pool's feelings for himself, how can Lin Xiaoxi not know, but she can't respond to his love, because she doesn't know what kind of feeling it is like.

Confused eyes, inexplicably emerged the outline of the God of death's words and cold, startled Lin Xiaoxi immediately woke up, tried to shake his head, pushed the ink pool, "small pool, you are too heavy, I will be crushed by you!"

Ink pool this just returns to mind, "brook, I am wrong." He laughs to take pictures of Lin Xiaoxi, but suddenly he sees Lin Xiaoxi's hands wrapped in bandages. He immediately looks tight and anxiously pulls his hands across Lin Xiaoxi. "Xiaoxi, what's wrong with you?"

"It's OK to be cut at home. I'm thinking about it." Lin Xiaoxi had to find a lame excuse. Fortunately, ink pool's concern was disordered. He didn't doubt it. He pulled Lin Xiaoxi to the living room and took off her bandage again. The two deep bloodstains made ink Chi deeply distressed. He quickly found the medicine, gently and carefully rubbed it on Lin Xiaoxi's hand, and then he wrapped the bandage for her again.

"Brook, didn't you say you were not allowed to touch the knife?" Inkchi scolded her with anxiety and anger, "it's all my fault." Finally, I put all the blame on myself, let Lin Xiaoxi really speechless and funny.

"Well, little pond, it's so late. I'll go to bed." Two people quarrel for a while, Lin Xiaoxi is really sleepy, the thrilling things in the day and night are really not people can bear!

Ink pool has been watching Lin Xiaoxi shuffle up the stairs, into the house, only reluctantly to take back the line of sight, turn off the light in the living room, but in the dark ink pool eyes flash thick struggle.

The organization ordered him to bring back Lin Xiaoxi, a major suspect in the bizarre death case of Guiyun university students.