This Evil One Is From the Immortal Realm

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Neither of them had a cell phone, so Lingtian went back to his apartment to pick up his cell phone.

But what he did not know was that he had just entered the apartment and the elevator door opened. Neinan Feng came out of the apartment with an ugly face. He saw that the door of the apartment was unlocked by Night Xuan Chen, and the wine and bloody smell flowed out of the room, causing Neinan Feng's face to change immediately. He kicked open the door and rushed in.

When he heard the noise of Ling Tian, he immediately folded back. When he saw Nie Nan Feng pinching Night Xuan's neck and pressing him on the ground, Ling Tian's face sank, "Let him go! ”

Though it was only three words, the warnings and majesty were chilling.

The visitor was Ling Tian, and Nie Nan Feng's anger suddenly subsided, and his hands eased.

“cough cough cough cough!” Night Xuan sat up from the ground because of sudden air, and the discomfort caused him to cough violently.

After breathing calmly, Night Xuan immediately glanced angrily at Nie Nanfeng: “Are you mistaken? I was trying to save him, okay? ”

Nie Nanfeng turned a deaf ear to Night Xuan's explanation, but the voice was cold: “Xiao Jiu, if something happens, I won't let you go. ”

I don't blame Nie Nanfeng for misunderstanding Night Xuan Morning, because that scene just now seemed like what Night Xuan was doing to Nie Xiaojiu.

“…” Shit!

Night Xuan's face is almost green. Is he kind enough to treat it like a donkey's liver and lungs?

“He's right.” The noise in the early hours of the night is confirmed by the night.

Night Xuan stood on the ground and snorted coldly: "Whatever he thought, sir, it doesn't matter. ”

After Nie Nanfeng heard Ling Tian's words, the color changed for a while, then nodded: “I get it. ”

Night Xuan: “…” Shit!

Why doesn't he admit it? Did Ling Tian say he thought it was the truth?

Mudd... this is an insult to others!!!

Ignoring Night Xuan's dissatisfaction with the ultimate gaze, Nie Nanfeng looked at Nie Xiaojiu in his arms.

At this time, Nie Xiao Jiu's eyes were closed, seemed to have fallen asleep, but his eyebrows were still tightly wrinkled, and his mouth contained unclear words, while the blood on the wound had been temporarily stopped by Night Xuan, so Nie Nanfeng directly held him up.

Looking past the broken red wine on the ground, Nie Nanfeng asked, "How much did he drink? ”

Night Xuan shook his head: “I was not in the room, and the scene I saw when I came in was similar to what you saw. ”

Neinan Feng silenced for a moment, his eyes swept from the two of them, a touch of complexity appeared in his eyes, but he didn't say anything but nodded and said he knew.

When he walked to the door, Nie Nanfeng stopped, “Thank you. ”

Night Xuan morning hummed, didn't appreciate it, after all, the southern wind just nearly strangled him.

Returning to Lingtian's apartment, Night Xuan poured himself a glass of water, raised his head and drank a clean cup. He just dropped his cup and looked at Lingtian with some exploratory eyes.

“What's wrong with you?” Early in the day he asked, because from the very beginning he had found that the night was a little strange.

Night Xuan dawned and smiled. “No, it reminds me of a bad memory when I was just Nie Xiaojiu. ”

His tone was sad and unhappy, as if he was nagging at home often, but Ling Tian's unknown heart ached, and suddenly some blurred images flashed in his mind.

Cold chains, long haired men in white, horrible wounds all over their bodies, empty orbits...