[Quick Wear] The villain always salivates at me

Chapter 900 Give You a Bite of Good Luck 1

A few muffled hums suddenly sounded in the silent room, the windows that had not been tightly closed were suddenly opened, and the curtains were also stirred in mid-air by a gust of violent wind several times, looking like they were baring their teeth and claws.

It looked like something huge had squeezed out of the window.

This scene might be extraordinarily terrifying on a normal day, but Yu Chenhan had only seen the ferocious fallen demon after transforming into a wolf and the power of doom on him a few hours ago, so his mood can be said to be extraordinarily calm and composed .

He closed his eyes.

Sensing that the small ray of bad luck that was separated from his body was already looking for the culprit, Yu Chenhan's light-colored lips unconsciously pursed twice, and the hands casually placed beside him couldn't help it. Clenched a little bit.

He smiled faintly.

If you don't ask yourself, it's stealing.

If you secretly stole his things and tried to plot against him, then you must be prepared to be retaliated.

Yu Chenhan pulled the blanket on the corner of the bed towards his body a few times, and after putting it on his body, he didn't care about the bad luck of being separated. Instead, he just quietly lowered his eyelids and fell into a deep sleep among.

Gain energy now.

Maybe we can see a good show tomorrow.

As night fell, most people fell into a deep sleep at this point in time, and Song Qingmiao was no exception.

Ever since he ordered others to set up a trick to steal Yu Chenhan's safe knot, the voice that kept ringing in his mind seemed to be satisfied, and finally quieted down.

And Song Qingmiao also heaved a sigh of relief.

Although he didn't know why the voice in his head asked him to steal the peace knot from Yu Chenhan's hand, and he didn't know how much harm it would do to Yu Chenhan, but when he thought of himself and his family in the dream, In the end, Song Qingmiao's originally softened heart hardened again.

He's here to protect everyone.

As for Yu Chenhan——

No matter what happened to him, that was the price he paid for what he and his family were reduced to in his dream.

Song Qingmiao closed his eyes, and after forgetting all the guilt and anxieties, he simply reached out and turned on the pure music on the phone, and slowly fell into a deep sleep amidst the slightly soft and gentle sound.

That's right.

It's not his fault.

If you want to blame, you can only blame Yu Chenhan for treating their family like that in his dream.

This is just retribution.

Song Qingmiao slept until midnight, but suddenly felt a biting chill, as if something had infiltrated into his body silently like a cold snake, and then entrenched in his body, refusing to leave for a long time .

He shivered subconsciously.

The body curled up unconsciously, and even the teeth were clenched subconsciously.

The next moment a sharp siren sounded.

The voice in his mind that had already been quiet broke down and yelled:

"What, what is this, you dirty and disgusting thing don't come near me!"

"Get out of here quickly, or I will be rude to you, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. What did you do, what did you do!"

The scream made Song Qingmiao's lips turn pale.

He subconsciously held his head and rolled on the bed in pain.

This sharp cry sounded directly in Song Qingmiao's mind, which made him have no room to dodge. Originally, his body was a little weaker than ordinary people, but now he felt dizzy and dizzy, and his stomach kept groaning. Stir.

There is a feeling of vomiting.

Song Qingmiao took a deep breath and wanted to speak unbearably, but felt a heat under his nose.

He touched it subconsciously, and when he raised his hand, he saw the scarlet blood on his fingertips.

It's a nosebleed.

Song Qingmiao's fingers were trembling, he hurriedly picked up the toilet paper to wipe off the nosebleeds on his hands and under his nose, then picked up the pillow on his bed and beat it several times in a weak and broken voice :

"Stop calling!"

The hell.

It's all the damn thing that made him like this.

The voice in the voice seemed to weaken suddenly, and finally calmed down slowly.

If Yu Chenhan could see the protagonist's halo on Song Qingmiao's body, he should be able to see that the originally bright halo on Song Qingmiao's body seemed to be covered with a thin layer of gray mist, so it suddenly became dark down.

That is his protagonist's aura is weakening.

Most of the power in the protagonist's halo has been swallowed by bad luck, and the remaining small part barely maintains energy, but it is also polluted by bad luck.

Its sense of self has diminished.

However, Song Qingmiao could no longer be ordered to do anything.

And Song Qingmiao seemed to have realized that the voice in his mind was gradually weakening. He subconsciously shook his head, listened for a while, and finally couldn't help showing a smile.

Finally got rid of that damn thing.

Song Qingmiao guessed that something should have invisibly affected the voice in his head just now, so now it has no strength to say half-long-winded words.

And he himself doesn't have to listen to that voice anymore.

This is really good.

If it wasn't because it was midnight, Song Qingmiao really wanted to yell twice to express his excitement and joy. He reached out and threw the ball of toilet paper with nosebleeds in his hand into the wastebasket, and then he was comfortable. lying on the bed.

"Ah."

Song Qingmiao sneezed.

He rubbed his arms, subconsciously rolled himself up a little with the quilt, his whole body was still shivering in the quilt, as if a heavy lead was placed on top of his head, which pressed him almost to the ground. Can't get up.

"Isn't it the end of September now? Why is it suddenly so cold? Is it a drop in temperature?"

"Or do I have a cold?"

Song Qingmiao closed his eyes and forced himself to sleep.

The next morning after Song Qingmiao woke up, he still felt dizzy, and there seemed to be a lingering chill in the crevices of his bones, which made him shiver twice while hugging his arms.

Earlier, Song Qinglie was hospitalized after being bitten by a dog, and Song Qingmiao also lay in the hospital bed for several days because of being overly frightened. It was only two days ago that they returned home to recuperate.

The Song family asked Song Qingmiao for a few days off.

It's time to go back to school today.

If Song Qingmiao doesn't go back, it is estimated that the full attendance of several courses will be treated as an absence, and if this is the case, he may fail in the final exam.

Song Qingmiao went to the bathroom to wash his face, and then cleaned himself carefully.

He opened the door of the room and was just about to go downstairs when he ran into Song Qinglie who was limping out of the room door. At this moment, Song Qinglie was not as arrogant and flamboyant as before, his fiery red hair faded slightly, and his voice was even worse Weary.

"Qing Miao, good morning."

He was originally a restless and face-saving character.

The incident of being chased by a dog for three streets and even biting him on the leg made him lose face, and now the picture of him being bitten by a dog is still circulating on the Internet.

This is why Song Qinglie doesn't want to go online at all.

On weekdays, he always likes to go out to participate in extreme sports such as racing or skydiving. This time he was locked up in the hospital for five or six days. Not only could he not leave the bed, but the food he ate every day was even more bland. .

Song Qinglie was so idle that grass grew.

Not long ago, when I was talking with a friend, the other party even sent an emoticon of him being bitten by a dog.

Song Qinglie's spirit has been worn down by the discussion.

Now the mood of the whole person seems to be a bit calmer.

Song Qingmiao nodded slightly while clutching his forehead, then greeted Song Qinglie with a pale face.

"Good morning."

He and Song Qinglie went down the stairs side by side.

Song Qinglie turned his head to look at Song Qingmiao's face, and saw that Song Qingmiao's face was uncomfortable, so he couldn't help asking, "Qing Miao, are you feeling unwell?"

Song Qingmiao shook his head.

As soon as he was about to answer, he felt that his eyes were dark, and then his feet stepped on the void, and he staggered down the stairs and fell to the ground.

This incident happened so fast that Song Qinglie almost didn't react. He watched Song Qingmiao fall headfirst. After a while, he panicked and went down the stairs to help Song Qingmiao on the ground. .

"Qing Miao, are you alright?"

Mother Song, Song Qingrang and Song Qingsi who were originally sitting at the dining table also gathered around and asked about Song Qingmiao's situation in one go, with worried and nervous eyes.

"Qing Miao, are you feeling unwell, why don't we go to the hospital?"

"Can you still stand up, or let me help you up."

"Qing Miao, do you feel dizzy, do you have a wound on your head, do you have to tell me if you feel uncomfortable?"

Fortunately, there are only two steps left on this staircase.

So Song Qingmiao didn't hit his head when he fell, but just twisted his ankle.

Song Qingmiao shook his head, he stretched out his hand to touch his ankle, but felt a dull pain from the ankle, but the pain was not so strong, so Song Qingmiao held Song Qingrang's hands stood up.

"I am fine."

He smiled embarrassedly.

"I'm just a little uncomfortable with a cold, and I was in a trance when I went down the stairs just now."

The family breathed a sigh of relief.

Song Qingsi carefully helped Song Qingmiao to sit on the seat, and Song's mother gradually relaxed when she raised it, "If you have a cold, you should go to the hospital to see it, otherwise a minor illness can turn into a serious illness, and it will be uncomfortable at that time." still you."

"Today, I'll ask you to take another leave. I'll ask your elder brother to take you to the hospital after eating later."

Song Qingmiao nodded absently.

He felt that his dizziness was getting worse.

Song Qingmiao vaguely heard Song's mother talking about milk, so he subconsciously reached out to get the milk that the servant had just put on the table, but the cup was really hot.

He subconsciously withdrew his hand.

The whole glass of milk was turned over on the table by him, and the boiling hot milk immediately splashed on Song Qingshu's hands and legs.

hot.

It's too hot.

Song Qingmiao's expression twisted.