This Evil One Is From the Immortal Realm

Under the faint light, Fu Shiyu's face was pale white. It took him a while to think of something.

“Huh? He ran away and had nothing to do with me. You don't have to fool me with this poor excuse. I wouldn't be interested in him at all. ”

Xiao Jiu lied to him again, Fu Siyu thought so.

Xiao Jiu retracted her gaze and continued to look out the pitch-black floor-to-ceiling window, then said faintly: "If this makes you feel better. ”

Fu Shiyu tried to see something from Xiao Jiu's face, but no matter what he saw, Xiao Jiu's face was always that look, empty, numb.

Fu Shiyu's hands trembled on the back of the chair behind Xiao Jiu's body. In the dark light, he could still see that his fingers were white due to force.

This little detail, if it wasn't so close to Koo, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to see anything from Fu Shiyu's face.

Because from the beginning to the end, Fu Shiyu had a faint smile on his face, except that he had just panicked.

Xiao Jiu asked: "You're the one he likes. ”

Fu Shiyu was silent because he felt his throat dry and something jammed his heart.

Xiao Jiu asked: “How about you? Do you like him? ”

Fu Siyu remained silent.

When the room paused, it was dead silent. Xiao Jiu didn't speak anymore. Fu Shiyu was so stiff...

After a long time, Fu Shiyu suddenly pulled his legs out and walked quickly, it seems there is something urgent!

……

“Bang!”

The door was kicked open with one foot, the woman's face was frightened, but she couldn't react. Fu Shiyu rushed over and pressed her shoulder. Then her eyes were red and her face was slightly twisted because of her invisibility. “Where are you buried?! ”

The question was mysterious, and the disfigured woman could not even react.

“Boss! What's wrong?"

Fu Shiyu has always been calm, the woman who ruined her face has never seen him out of control, even if not at all, but now Fu Shiyu, like a different person.

It's almost on the edge of madness, frightening women's hearts, and at the same time fearful.

“Corpse! Where is it buried?” Fu Siyu repeated his words again.

If the tone and eyes can kill people, the disfigured woman feels that she has died several times since Fu Shiyu came in.

“Corpse... body!?” A woman with a defaced face has no idea. What body? All right, all of a sudden, what body?

No… wait!

When you think about it, the disfigured woman asks carefully: "Boss! Are you... talking about that body in Carl's room before? ”

Fu Shiyu bite before, the body is not Karl's, so they disposed of the burnt corpse at will...

……

“Boom, boom, boom...”

Thunder sounds sandwiched with lightning that pierced the night sky, knocking on people's hearts, heavy rain poured down, the air chilled bones, people in their sleep unconsciously shrunk into a bunch.

And in the mountains behind Castle Spark, the disfigured woman held up an umbrella in the rain, trying to cover up some rain for Fu Shiyu, but the peak was too big, and the umbrella actually blew directly out.

“Boss! Come back tomorrow! It's raining too hard now! ”

The woman who ruined her face was too lazy to take care of the umbrella blown away by the wind. She wiped a face full of rain and loudly dissuaded Fu Shiyu from the cemetery.

But Fu Shiyu didn't seem to hear it. He took the iron pole and dug the latest buried dirt like crazy.