Chapter 222 The Imp Is Difficult to Deal with (4)

Shi Sheng finally ate meat, bah, smell...

Feng Jin looked at the white figure circling around the table, trying to reach out to grab the food. Another burst of black lines appeared. Not only did his character become out of touch, but his IQ was also off the line?

Shi Sheng said that it was not because her IQ was off the line, but because she was not used to being a ghost.

Can't even eat meat.

Bad review!

Being a ghost is not good at all.

Shi Sheng floated in front of Feng Jin, "Is there any way I can get my Yang back?"

In the end, the male protagonist regained his ecstasy, so she can definitely regain her ecstasy too.

Feng Jin looked up at her, his gloomy eyes now shrouded in gloom, and the surrounding temperature seemed to freeze, squeezing Shi Sheng with a heavy weight.

Shi Sheng frowned and was talking when she suddenly felt like she couldn't move her body, as if there were invisible ropes binding her limbs, making her body unable to move at all.

Hold the grass, what's going on?

Feng Jin stood up, pinched Shi Sheng's chin with some pale fingers, and raised it slightly.

The moment he was touched by Feng Jin, Shi Sheng felt that his chin was being corroded by powerful sulfuric acid. The sour feeling made him want to die.

"Ning Ying, what benefit does Nalan Ying give you to come back and test me, huh?"

Hold the grass, who is testing you? There is cat cake!

Shi Sheng grimaced in pain, summoned his iron sword and slashed at Feng Jin.

Do you think this baby is a vegetarian?

When the iron sword appeared, Feng Jin frowned. This sword...

However, the iron sword didn't give Feng Jin a chance to think, and chopped off his head.

If Feng Jin wanted to avoid the iron sword, he had to let go of Shi Sheng. As soon as he let go, the iron sword immediately retracted its power, flew back to Shi Sheng, and cut off the invisible rope on her body.

As soon as the restraints were released, Shi Sheng covered her chin, jumped in pain, and howled at Feng Jin, "Feng Jin, you have cat cakes!"

My chin.

Damn it, is it useless?

Feng Jin stood opposite the sofa, looking at her with deep and gloomy eyes - the iron sword beside him.

After a while, Sheng felt that the burning pain had subsided a little. When he looked up, he saw Feng Jin's eyes sizing up the iron sword.

"What does Nalan Ying want you to ask from me?" Feng Jin looked away, with a hint of fear in his voice.

He hadn't seen her for just a month, but she actually had an unknown sword and betrayed him...

Thinking of this, Feng Jin felt a surge of anger in his heart. Anyone who betrayed him should die.

It was as if a violent storm was brewing in his eyes, ready to tear Shi Sheng into pieces.

"Hey, hey, don't turn evil." Sensing that something was wrong with Feng Jin's expression, Shi Sheng hurriedly spoke out, "Nalan Ying and I have nothing to do with each other. How can I like a pervert... you look at me like that?" What should I do? Don’t believe it? Then there’s nothing I can do.”

Shi Sheng spread his hands with an expression on his face that said, "Believe it or not, this is what I said."

It turns black at the slightest disagreement.

Being so unlovable must not be her Feng Ci.

Shi Sheng held the iron sword, judged the strength of the enemy and ourselves, and finally chose to give up.

She really wanted him to come over and let her touch him. If this guy wasn't Feng Ci, she would have killed him in a minute.

However, she was not sure now and she didn't dare to cut.

Feng Jin stared at her, not knowing what he was thinking.

The whole space became quiet. Ghosts were not breathing, but Shi Sheng could barely hear Feng Jin's breathing.

If it weren't for the fact that his chest was still heaving, she would have suspected that this guy was also a ghost.

"Tonight, do it for me."

Feng Jin dropped these words and turned around and entered the study.

Do it for him?

How to show it to him?

Simply!

This baby is so angry.

Shi Sheng poked Feng Jin's sofa with the iron sword. Finally, feeling uneasy, he slashed with the sword a few more times, and the innocent sofa was cut into pieces.

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Half an hour before twelve o'clock, Feng Jin came out of the room and saw the mess in his room, and was silent for a moment.

He looked at the female ghost in white sitting on a high seat piled with scraps, with her legs crossed and her head propped up, humming an unknown ditty.

If he didn't have a ghost contract with her, he would really have to suspect that she was being impersonated.

Although Ning Ying had a bit of a temper in the past, she was very obedient. How could she dare to be so presumptuous in front of him.

This would tear his family apart.

Feng Jin's fingers made a clicking sound, and he wanted to strangle her to death.

Shi Sheng dragged the iron sword and floated in front of Feng Jin, waving his hand domineeringly, "Lead the way."

Well, I want to strangle her even more.

The light in the room was a little dark, and Feng Jin's face was hidden in the darkness, making it hard to see clearly, but those eyes exuded a faint cold light.

Shi Sheng floated back a little distance warily, "You are a prostitute rather than an artist. Although I am your adopted ghost, I firmly disagree with your desire to have a ghost relationship."

Not a showman?

Bedcraft?

Feng Jin resisted the urge to strangle Shi Sheng, opened the door and went out.

Before Shi Sheng could follow him, he slammed the door.

Shi Sheng was so frightened that he braked suddenly, with a very expressive expression on his face.

No, she could go right through the wall, so why stop?

Shi Sheng dragged the iron sword and was about to go out through the door. She went out, but the iron sword was stuck.

The iron sword is solid and cannot pass through the door.

Feng Jin silently watched Shi Sheng act stupidly.

result……

The door of his family died with honor, and he died without a burial place.

Cut in half! !

Feng Jin: "..."

This violent maniac! !

Shi Sheng dragged the iron sword out of the door with satisfaction. How could such a trivial matter frustrate her?

The iron sword can't be put away. That guy Feng Jin has murderous intentions towards her, and it's important to save her life.

"Put it away." Feng Jin moved his gaze away from the body of the security door that had completed its mission and fell on Shi Sheng.

Shi Sheng hid the iron sword behind his back, "The head can be cut off, the blood can be shed, but the weapon cannot be dropped. This is a weapon forged by my soul. I will not take it away."

Feng Jin: "..." Where does this come from?

He took a deep breath, "It can't be invisible. It will attract attention."

"You're kidding me, who wouldn't be afraid of death or running into ghosts outside at this time?"

Shi Sheng has made it clear that he won't accept it, what can you do to me.

Feng Jin glanced at the damaged security door again, then turned around silently and walked to the elevator.

Although he lives in an ordinary residential area, there is no one on this floor. Even if someone comes, they can't get in, so it doesn't matter if the door is open.

Shi Sheng followed him nonchalantly and continued to try to touch him without giving up.

Feng Jin didn't squint his eyes and ignored her.

After getting into the car, Shi Sheng calmed down.

She had to find a way to suppress the ghost contract between her and Feng Jin, otherwise Feng Jin would really be pissed off. He wanted to kill her, but she probably couldn't escape.

Contracts are very restrictive.

For example, the ghost contract she signed with Feng Jin was a kind of master-servant contract.

Feng Jin wanted her to die, but she basically had no ability to resist.

For the sake of her own life, Shi Sheng decided not to flirt with Feng Jin recently.

Wait until you find a way to tease him.

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