Chapter 1287

Fake Ji Tong's expression froze, he bit his lower lip lightly with his white teeth, his heart was beating like a drum, that heart seemed to be about to jump out.

There was a sudden silence in the ward, only her slightly messy breathing was left.

"Brother Xie, do you believe me?"

Xie Wangqi said calmly: "If you don't tell me, how will I know whether I should trust you or not?"

Xie Wangqi has not completely fallen in love with the fake Ji Tong yet, so reason naturally dominates.

"I……"

Fake Ji Tong's eyes suddenly turned red, "I don't know what happened. When Ji Tong came to me before, didn't she show me two sketches? She asked me to find someone to draw by myself. The sketch I saw was her face."

"She said that she is the real Ji Tong, but in my memory, I grew up in Ji's family since I was a child. All my memories have no gaps. I am Ji Tong. But that sketch keeps reminding me that I am not Ji Tong. Tong, she is the real Ji Tong."

"I also suspected that she was playing tricks, but no matter how many people I asked to draw sketches, the faces I drew were not my own. I also found someone to draw her secretly, and it turned out that it was me."

Fake Ji Tong speaks very fast, as if she is afraid that if she speaks slowly, the people in front of her will not believe her.

"Brother Xie, I really don't know what's going on, I don't know why it happened like this."

Xie Wangqi patted her on the shoulder, his voice softened a bit, "You mean, the appearance you see is different from what we see?"

Fake Ji Tong nodded.

Xie Wangqi asked again: "Is there really no problem with your memory?"

False Ji Tong continued to nod, "I have memories from childhood to adulthood. Although the memories of childhood are a little fuzzy, I remember all the big things."

If she had lost her memory, she might be able to accept a little bit, but she didn't. Her life was complete, so she didn't want to believe that she stole other people's lives.

"I will find out, don't be afraid." Xie Wangqi comforted Ji Tong, no matter who was behind this matter, he would find out.

Fake Ji Tong took advantage of the situation and hugged Xie Wangqi, looking cautious and apprehensive.

Xie Wangqi patted her on the shoulder, Ji Tong then relaxed.

...

Cen Che didn't go back to the villa for several days, and before entering the villa, he realized that something was wrong. He stopped and looked at the void in front of him, "Come out."

rustle——

The leaves made a pleasant rubbing sound under the blowing of the breeze.

The outside of the villa is peaceful and there is nothing unusual.

Cen Che kept staring at the void, as if there was someone standing there.

In a full three minutes, a corpse was thrown out of a bush in front of him. With the breeze blowing, everything returned to normal.

Cen Che walked up to the corpse. This man was the middle-aged man who came out to talk to him when he was eating in the restaurant. He coveted what Shi Sheng held, and he subconsciously diverted his attention.

Unexpectedly, he would ambush near here and was killed by someone.

The middle-aged man stared at this moment, his face pale, exactly the same as Huang Yuan's.

A letter was pressed against the body.

Cen Che reached out to take out the letter. The envelope was very old, as if it had gone through countless times, and the letter paper was even more primitive, with small script calligraphy written on it.

——She and I must have a secret contract, she can only be mine, stay away from her, this time is a warning, next time it will be your life.

As soon as Cen Che finished reading it, the letter immediately turned into powder, and disappeared into the air with a breeze.

Cen Che's mouth twitched slightly, it turned out to be Ming Qi, no wonder her perception has weakened.

He took out his phone and opened the address book, no need to search, the first person was the one he was looking for.

The phone was connected quickly, and a doting voice rang from the other end, "What's the matter? Are you home? I saw you off just now, but you insisted."

"I want to see you." Cen Che looked at the void in the distance, "Can you come to my house?"

"Huh? Yes, wait for me for a while."

Cen Che hung up the phone and looked provocatively into the distance.

You see, she only listens to me.

So what if you have a contract.

She will never be yours.

The strong wind suddenly came from a distance, as if it was going to blow Cen Che up into the air, but Cen Che remained motionless, like a tall and straight pine and cypress, looking into the distance with a cold face.

It took a while for the gust of wind to stop, and the surrounding area became quiet again.

Cen Che dragged the body into the villa and called someone to dispose of it. When Shi Sheng arrived, there was no body in the villa.

Cen Che stood at the door and waited for her. When she came, he didn't let her in, so he just stood at the door.

"What are you doing?" Shi Sheng wanted to go in, but Cen Che reached out to stop her, Shi Sheng got a little impatient, "Do you want to be the door god and drink the northwest wind?"

Cen Che glanced at another place from the corner of his eye, and suddenly leaned over and kissed Shi Sheng on the cheek, then rested his head on her shoulder, "He is looking at us, he is very angry, and wants to kill me."

Shi Sheng frowned, put his arms around his waist, "You're quite courageous, what did you do to you?"

Cen Che kissed her ear again, "His strength is not enough to move me and kill an insignificant person, so now you want to give me an explanation for the love debt you incurred? Huh? "

"Peach blossom debt?"

Cen Che let go of her and pulled her into the gate of the villa. A whirlwind came from outside, and there was a loud bang from the gate.

Cen Che leaned Shi Sheng against the wall, stared at her quietly, and listened to the constant bangs beside her.

When the voice stopped, he said: "You and him must have a dark contract. There are many types of dark contracts, but there are only two types, which can make people ignore the existence of the other party. The first is master and servant, and the second is... ...a dark marriage."

"Damn!" Shi Sheng cursed angrily, she was in the sedan chair when she woke up, and she hadn't arrived yet, so the pact shouldn't have been formed.

Did that group of people do anything before this?

Damn a group of mentally retarded!

"I have nothing to do with him." Shi Sheng held Cen Che's face.

"Of course I know, otherwise you wouldn't be in my arms right now." Cen Che laughed lowly.

Shi Sheng rolled up his sleeves, with a grim expression, "I'll go out and kill him."

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Chapter 1578: Psychic Master (32)

"He's already gone." Cen Che pulled Shi Sheng back.

Shi Sheng stretched out his hand to touch Cen Che's body, as if to make sure that he was okay, but his gaze fell in the distance with a gloomy look, the bottom of his eyes was pitch black, and he couldn't see anything.

"I'll live with you in the future, do you have any objection?" Shi Sheng had no expression on his face, as if Cen Che dared to say that he had an objection, and she immediately dismembered him on the spot.

Cen Che was a little speechless, it was obviously her fault, why is she still acting righteous now.

"The villa is huge." Cen Che pushed her hand away and walked inside.

"I'm talking about living with you." Shi Sheng followed him in a tone of voice, "Sleeping in a room and a bed."

When Cen Che went up the steps, he staggered a bit, and stood on the handrail next to him. He turned to look at the little girl behind him, "Even if you have spiritual protection, you can't stay with me for too long."

Shi Sheng looked up at him, "So what do you think about the resurrection?"

Cen Che's lips moved, but no sound came out. He turned and entered the villa.

If she wants to trade someone else's life for him, he has no objection, but if she wants to trade her own life, he will feel bad...

Very distressed.

...though his heart wouldn't beat.

Shi Sheng didn't follow him in, but wandered around the villa twice before turning in through the window.

Cen Che stood in front of the window, reached out to catch her, and blurted out, "Why do you like to look through the window so much?"

The latter put his arms around his neck politely, hanging on his body, "Convenience."

Cen Che shook his head, holding her to prevent her from slipping, "Don't lie on me for too long, it will be uncomfortable."

Shi Sheng rolled his eyes, "Then you should let go first!"

Cen Che was embarrassed, but he didn't let go. He hugged her and walked towards the sofa, "Do you want to eat?"

"Nonsense, I'm not you, I don't eat fireworks."

"But the villa doesn't have anything you can eat." He didn't need to eat, so the villa didn't prepare ingredients at all.

"I don't mind eating you." Shi Sheng looked at him with his head tilted, his lips were against his side, sweeping back and forth as he walked like a feather.

Cen Che swallowed, and was a little bit unable to move his feet because of those words. Holding her was like hugging a stove, and the stiffness in his limbs disappeared a lot.

I really like her.

I want to hold it all the time, I want to...

Cen Che stopped this thought, put her on the sofa, and said seriously: "I'll ask someone to bring some over in a while. You should always prepare it when you live here. From now on, someone will deliver it every day. What do you like to eat? Don't you like it?" What?"