Chapter 25 He was completely overwhelmed by such a strong aura and was...
Zhu Huai clicked on Yang Yan's live broadcast room and saw him chatting in front of a mirror. The environment he was in was very dim, and it could be seen that it was an abandoned classroom. There was actually a mirror placed in the classroom.
Yang Yan said, "I heard that this school was abandoned a few years ago due to an accident. The students inside were left in the classroom because of the accident. In the dead of night, you can hear the students talking in the classroom."
Yang Yan lit a few candles in front of the mirror. The traffic in his live broadcast room was not high, but it was not bad either. The number of online users always remained at 4 digits.
After Yang Yan greeted the audience in the live broadcast room, he said to the camera:
"I came here this time because I heard a rumor that if you talk to a mirror and keep calling your own name, you will see something different at night when the yin energy is the heaviest."
As Yang Yan was speaking, the people in the live broadcast room noticed something wrong. They found that when Yang Yan was speaking, he, who should have been facing away from the camera in the mirror, seemed to move suddenly and turned towards the audience's door.
It was a very small movement, but the commentary still captured it accurately. Someone immediately couldn't help but type:
[Dude, can you please stop doing this at a time like this? I was just casually watching a video, but now I can't sleep at all.]
Is this what happens when we stay up late?
Did you really see that just now? The host's back seemed to move. I'm a little scared now, and I've already taken my cat to bed.
[From a scientific point of view, some props hidden in the mirror and special effects outside the camera can produce these effects. Perhaps the host is not a single person at all.
Outside the cameras, there might be a bunch of filming crews smiling at us. If you think about those crews, you shouldn't feel scared anymore.
[That makes sense. Since they're still live streaming so late, should they give the special effects team a raise?]
Normally, the host of the live broadcast would be more or less nervous when seeing such unpleasant comments in the comments, but Yang Yan just smiled slightly and didn't seem to take it to heart at all. After all, he was a real ghost.
Zhu Huai looked at this scene and silently typed: [The anchor's position looks familiar. Where are you live streaming now? ]
The innocent evil ghost had no idea of the Heavenly Master's viciousness, and Zhu Huai quickly tricked him into revealing the name of the school. However, he did not reveal the specific location, perhaps because he was worried that someone would hunt him down offline.
After getting the clue he wanted, Zhu Huai showed a satisfied smile on his face. These ghosts who were inexperienced and thought everything was fine after taking away other people's bodies were so easy to fool.
In the live broadcast room, after showing the barrage that this was a mirror without any mechanism, Yang Yan took out his own props: he wanted to play a ghost game in front of the mirror in this classroom where dozens of students and several teachers had been burned to death.
The ritual of the game is: shout your own name ten times in front of the mirror, light three incense sticks, walk around the classroom three times, shouting your own name as you walk. During this process, you cannot look back and you cannot let the incense in your hand go out.
After returning to your original position, you can insert the incense into the incense burner and play the Pen Fairy game in front of the mirror.
After asking the question and sending the ghost away, the player can then look into the mirror and ask, "Mirror, mirror, am I still the same person I was before?"
As soon as this operation came out, the barrage of comments exploded.
Is he serious?
[Host, stop messing around. If you stop now, you can still be saved.]
This classroom looks really spooky. I just checked. Did you know? The students in this classroom should have been able to escape, but when the fire broke out, their teacher ordered them to finish the class.
By the time the fire came over, it was too late. A group of people even planned to jump out of the window to escape, but this was on the third floor.
[Please stop talking. This is really too scary. These are just high school students. That teacher is so irresponsible.]
Zhu Huai looked through the comments. Many people said it was too exciting, and some people thought Yang Yan was playing tricks. Of course, they didn't know that the person broadcasting live was called Yang Yan, and Yang Yan's ID was "Want to live many more years."
Many IDs are now frantically asking the streamer to stop playing: [Don’t you want to survive? Why are you still courting death?]
In the camera, Yang Yan had already stood up. He placed the camera on the podium, turned his back to the camera, called out his name ten times in front of the mirror, and then lit the incense. His footsteps and the sound of him repeating his name in a low voice echoed in the huge classroom. Apart from these movements, there was no other sound in the room.
When Yang Yan's figure walked to the farthest point, the camera seemed to have captured something, and a shaking square appeared in the lens, as if there was a face there that needed to be locked.
I don't know if it was an illusion, but a faint shadow seemed to slowly appear behind Yang Yan. When he came back, the barrage of comments started to remind him frantically:
[Anchor, look behind you!]
[This is the price I pay for staying up late. I can't take it anymore. Goodbye, brothers.]
[Stop asking the streamer to look back. Didn't they say they can't look back during the game?]
But their reminder was still a step too late. Yang Yan seemed to have noticed something and subconsciously tried to turn back, as if there was something behind him. But when he was halfway back, Yang Yan stopped and said, "It's so cold, why is it so cold all of a sudden?"
He walked around the classroom three times, and there was nothing unusual in the camera, as if everything before was an illusion, but careful viewers seemed to hear other noises, as if while Yang Yan was walking, something else heard his call and walked behind him.
This is not an illusion.
Zhu Huai thought that Yang Yan had indeed attracted something, but... he was also a ghost, and he thought that there would be another ghost following behind the ghost.
Zhu Huai inexplicably wanted to laugh. Maybe the other ghosts didn't know what Yang Yan was trying to do. They were suddenly woken up from their sound sleep and had no choice but to chase after Yang Yan. They also had to continue watching the whole process live. Sometimes ghosts might also want to call the police.
Just after Yang Yan finished the journey, he put the incense stick back in his hand, chose a desk, and performed the ritual of summoning the Pen Fairy in front of the mirror. What relieved everyone was that nothing unusual happened during the process this time. Yang Yan also successfully summoned the ghost and sent it away. Maybe the ghost also thought he was mentally ill.
Everything seemed to be explained in this way, until Yang Yan stood in front of the mirror again and said to it: "Mirror, mirror, am I still the same person now?"
What no one expected was that after Yang Yan in the mirror finished saying this, he actually opened his mouth and said to Yang Yan word by word: "Give my body... back to me..."
At this moment, the live broadcast ended.
[What the hell? Wow, even if there really are ghosts, they should say "no" and "yes" right?]
[Brother, your special effects are so realistic, they scared me so much that I was shaking.]
[Is the host still here? Is he okay? Is this place really haunted?]
With everyone's concern, Yang Yan finally arrived. He waved at the camera as if nothing had happened, and then said:
"Thank you all for watching my live broadcast. In a couple of days, I will find a few fearless fans to join me in the next Test of Courage.
Right here, in this place, I will do what I just did again, hahaha, you should be looking forward to it too, right? "
Afterwards, Yang Yan sent out the invitation. His live broadcast was very popular and attracted a lot of people. There is no shortage of people who like to commit suicide in this world. Although most people just watch the fun, after careful selection, there will always be a few lucky people who like excitement and are willing to follow Yang Yan to "test their courage."
However, on the surface it was a test of courage, but in fact, this might be a long-planned hunt. Zhu Huai looked through Yang Yan's live broadcast records and found that he did not broadcast very often, and the number of people invited each time was not many. But as time went on, who knew how many people would actually do those things with him, and then something bad would happen.
It's easy to imagine that Yang Yan would carefully select those who have no friends and no basic social interactions, and then secretly murder them. If an ordinary person really did those things, he would be unlucky for several days if he didn't die. There are many things that you have to keep a certain distance from even if you don't believe them.
Zhu Huai thought about it and asked Liu Mingyue, "Generally speaking, what would you do when faced with this kind of person?"
"How to do it?" Liu Mingyue said, "Of course, we'll just catch him and beat him up. If one beating isn't enough, we'll beat him up again."
"But surprisingly, there are so many people willing to participate in his live broadcast. I can only say that if someone wants to die, you can't stop him."
"The one who just said he would return my body to me might be the original Yang Yan. In that case, we have to find him, and then..."
Zhu Huai was halfway through his words, preparing to make arrangements for what to do next, when his body suddenly went limp, his hands and feet became weak, and his limbs became feeble. This feeling was not unfamiliar, as it had happened once before and was happening again.
His body felt like a deflated doll, so cold and uncomfortable.
Zhu Huai covered his nose and suddenly coughed lightly, and a spot of blood appeared on the floor. Liu Mingyue was startled by this sudden scene. He turned his head and saw that a little blood was slowly oozing out of Zhu Huai's mouth and nose. His originally jade-white face became very pale, as if his body had suffered some kind of serious injury.
Oh my God!
Liu Mingyue was so scared that his soul almost flew away. If anything happened to Zhu Huai here, Liu Er would definitely peel off their skins! Liu Mingyue didn't want Zhu Huai to get into trouble, emotionally or logically. He didn't know what was going on. Liu Tianshan and Liu Mingyue, who were standing by, reached out their hands at the same time to grab Zhu Huai, but their movements stopped at the same time.
It was so cold and uncomfortable. Zhu Huai frowned tightly. His handsome face was covered with a thin layer of blood, the corners of his lips were stained with blood, and his originally dark eyes were covered with a layer of light.
He seemed to want to straighten his back and didn't want to show weakness, but Zhu Huai, who was so strong and sharp before, still fell down uncontrollably.
His body was completely out of control at this moment, like a burst balloon, with increasingly powerful spiritual power rushing recklessly in his body. A small movement caused the originally healthy Zhu Huai to deflate.
At this moment, a strong hand caught Zhu Huai steadily and held him in a cold embrace. Zhu Huai was held horizontally, and the invisible pressure was like a taut string, which was suddenly pulled open at this moment, playing a violent and noisy music.
In the room, a tall and huge monster with black hair scattered on the ground appeared. The moment he appeared, Liu Tianshan and Liu Mingyue had already bowed in his direction, and Zhu Die in the corner fainted.
They didn't dare to look up, so only Liu Xiang saw Zhu Huai being held in his arms. The human's slender body was very light, with fragile bones. It was a small ball and was submerged in the wide black robe.
Zhu Huai's legs were hanging in the air. He coughed lightly in pain and his body collapsed inexplicably. He could only hold on. The moment he saw Liu Xiang, it was as if he had found someone he could rely on. He grabbed Liu Xiang's hair and stuck to him.
Poor pledged wife, fragile human being.
Looking at Zhu Huai, who opened his five fingers, grabbed his hair tightly, and pressed his face against his chest, Liu Xiang couldn't help but think of these words. His fingers stroked Zhu Huai's face. His eyes were deep, and almost no emotion could be seen. One could only see that his pupils with a hint of darkness were greedily looking at the person in front of him.
Zhu Huai sniffed the breath coming from Liu Xiang. He felt like a car out of control, with all his internal organs twisted together. Only the person in front of him, only the spiritual power of Liu Xiang, and his powerful strength could provide Zhu Huai with a little protection.
After crossing the ghost den and using the evil-killing whip, and experiencing so many things, Zhu Huai's talent has been fully awakened. He unscrupulously used the power that should have belonged to him, but forgot that such powerful power is a double-edged sword. While wielding it, it will also weaken his body.
Liu Xiang's eyes flickered as he looked at Zhu Huai, who was clinging to him and instinctively absorbing his breath. He rolled over the bloodstains on Zhu Huai's face with his fingertips, but suddenly he laughed.
"How pitiful," said Liu Xiang, "what would you do without me?"
Zhu Huai trembled in pain and could only bite Liu Xiang's fingers hard, using some ruthless force in his action. Liu Xiang didn't care about this small movement at all. He continued, "Zhu Huai, you are gifted. Even the most powerful evil spirits can only be suppressed by you easily. You are very interesting, the most interesting human I have ever met."
In Liu Xiang's eyes, Zhu Huai's soul seemed to glow, a light he couldn't take his eyes off, radiating a color unique to Zhu Huai. It made him want to... trap Zhu Huai in his own world, where she could only look at him, hear his voice, speak to him, converse with him, become his wife, like all the deities he'd seen in ancient books, make Zhu Huai his possession.
Such a domineering idea always took root in Liu Xiang's mind. When Zhu Huai talked to other people or looked at other people, Liu Xiang could only express his displeasure through actions that seemed playful to Zhu Huai. The funny thing was that Zhu Huai had no idea who Liu Xiang was, so he just stood in front of him and smiled at him.
In just a very short time together, watching Zhu Huai's actions, he became more and more unable to suppress the urge to hold him on his lap, caress his body tightly, kiss his face, let Zhu Huai cry to him, and smile at him.
Such a strong impulse slowly turned into a deeply suppressed desire, making Liu Xiang feel that he was being bewitched by Zhu Huai. Zhu Huai smiled at him and talked to him. Liu Xiang saw all of this. Even when facing his own clone, Zhu Huai's attitude was still intimate.
He seduced Liu Xiang with such subtle and skillful teasing, but did not give him any further instructions, as if he had a firm grip on his very bones and was playing with him like a little toy.
But now, Zhu Huai's body became weak. After abusing his power like this, he finally suffered a backlash. His weakened adopted wife needed his spiritual power, and Zhu Huai melted in Liu Xiang's arms like a pool of water. There was no better time than now to plunder the other party and seize everything Zhu Huai had.
"You don't want to go back to the Liu family with me, but Zhu Huai, you need me now. You will die without me, because that's what a contract wife is." Liu Xiang slowly leaned close to Zhu Huai's ear and whispered sweetly in his ear. His smiling voice finally revealed a hint of complacent excitement: "Now, it's your turn to beg me."
Liu Xiang placed his palm on Zhu Huai's flexible waist, feeling Zhu Huai trembling slightly. Zhu Huai's teeth chattered slightly, and the unprecedented pain almost drove him crazy. He knew that Liu Xiang would not be able to stand by and watch him suffer. The fact was, Liu Xiang was waiting for him to speak, waiting for him to say those words.
"Please," Zhu Huai said, "help me, don't do this."
The dark and evil thoughts that had been lingering in Liu Xiang's heart were satisfied by this plea, and he breathed a sigh of relief almost at that moment. He pinched Zhu Huai's chin and let the other party bite his Adam's apple as if he had lost control. Liu Xiang gently stroked Zhu Huai's face, looking at Zhu Huai lying in his palm, looking at him with his bright black eyes.
At that moment, Liu Xiang seemed to see a moon leaping up into the sky in those eyes. The bright moonlight was reflected in Zhu Huai's eyes. Liu Xiang's voice became softer: "You beg me, you beg me."
What should he do then? He wondered what he should do with Zhu Huai.
If that’s the case… the curve of Liu Xiang’s lips widened, revealing a hint of unspeakable evil.
His dark golden eyes carefully examined the person in front of him, and he smiled and said, "If that's the case, then I can only take you back to the Liu family and take good care of you."
Zhu Huai's body shrank, and before he realized what was happening, he found himself in a familiar yet unfamiliar room. In front of him was a huge coffin, and a huge figure leaned out from it. Its dark golden pupils turned into ferocious vertical pupils. It held Zhu Huai in its arms and was observing him carefully.
The look in his eyes was extremely cold, and when it was at its coldest, it turned into a pain like blood and flesh. Zhu Huai shrank his body and retreated backwards. Liu Xiang pressed on step by step. The blood and flesh in Zhu Huai's body seemed to be disintegrating. He cried out in severe pain. He needed the breath of another person to fill the gap in his body, to fill everything in his body, in order to stop the pain.
"Does it hurt?" Liu Xiang asked. Willow-like marks slowly appeared on Zhu Huai's skin. At the tips of the slender green leaves, clusters of closed flower buds swayed, as if waiting for something.
Zhu Huai felt that the scene in front of him was both familiar and unfamiliar. His butt reflexively hurt. He wanted to escape, but was pulled back by Liu Xiang nonchalantly. Strands of hair entangled around his body, circled his ankles as if as a punishment, and dragged him back.
Pictures involuntarily appeared in Zhu Huai's mind. There were scenes of him being placed in the room, and also scenes of him being held in Liu Xiang's arms, with the other's fingers playing with him vigorously, and a few low laughs coming from time to time.
He was no stranger to this matter, and his body felt a familiar touch, but this was too fast, it shouldn't be like this. Zhu Huai kept shaking his head, trying to say something to Liu Xiang, asking him to stop, to stop, but Liu Xiang gently asked back: "If I stop now, what should you do, Zhu Huai?"
Zhu Huai blinked, a complex emotion flashing across his eyes: "There will always be other ways. This time was just an accident. Isn't it okay as long as we do it like before?"
He struggled to get up, his mind telling him to run away, but Liu Xiang picked him up, and the scent emanating from his body combined with the fresh scent of grass and trees emanating from Liu Xiang, fitting incredibly well. Liu Xiang had already grabbed Zhu Huai's waist and pulled him into his arms, but due to the size difference between the two, Zhu Huai's thin body could only lean tightly against Liu Xiang's arms, with only a pair of curled-up feet barely visible.
"Zhu Huai, you must know that if you don't form a bond with a spirit, when you become weak again in the future, no one will be able to save you."
"And I can help you."
Liu Xiang's cold voice came, and his fingers pinched Zhu Huai's legs hard.
During a few brief struggles, Liu Xiang looked at Zhu Huai with his eyes flashing, like a prey that had lost its strength and finally realized its fate.
Zhu Huai slowly gave up resistance. He gritted his teeth and said forcefully as if to vent his anger:
"Don't lock me up." He repeated these words as if it was his only wish and his bottom line.
Zhu Huai reached out his hand tremblingly and grabbed Liu Xiang's hair. He said, "I don't want to be locked up here anymore, Liu Xiang, promise me."
There was a hint of pleading in his eyes, and the next second, a strong ruthlessness burst out from those eyes, and he said fiercely: "Promise me."
Liu Xiang didn't say anything. He lowered his eyes and kissed the pale lips. Zhu Huai was held in his arms and pressed against the wall. For a few brief moments, he could only barely use his toes to touch the ground, staring hard at his legs, and his long legs struggled desperately.
He felt pain and intense joy at the same time. When he was in a daze and unaware of the passage of time, the soft willow branches wrapped around his fair skin trembled slightly, and black willow flowers bloomed.
Completely different from ordinary willow trees, the fragrance it released first penetrated into Zhu Huai's mouth and nose and drowned him. In this case, Zhu Huai actually smelled a faint smell of blood. Then, the breath became fresh and refreshing in the next second, as if it knew that Zhu Huai did not like that smell, so it deliberately covered itself up.
He swallowed many moans, and the few syllables that came out were swallowed by Liu Xiang again. The two of them sometimes kissed sweetly, and sometimes they kissed with a bloody smell, almost biting each other's flesh.
When being invaded again and again, Zhu Huai had only one thought in his mind: what about contracted wives and all that mess? If the person in front of him was someone else, he would definitely kill him and chop his flesh into pieces.
But Prime Minister Liu is different. Why is he different? Zhu Huai couldn't say anything.
There has never been anything interesting in Liu Xiang's life. He has lived for many years, but those years were like a handful of dry and gray soil. He had no taste for it and even felt bored when he looked at it for a second.
He had never seen anything as bright, shiny and sparkling as Zhu Huai, so he wanted Zhu Huai to stay in his arms. He put the bright fruit into his mouth and chewed it hard, enjoying such simple happiness.
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After waking up and fainting again and again, Zhu Huai finally lost all his strength and had a dream.
Zhu Huai dreamed of the time when he first came to the Liu family. At that time, he didn't know where he was, but he vaguely felt that only by staying here could he save his life.
As soon as he went out, the crazy Gu family wanted to take him away. What was even more outrageous was that Zhu Huai always felt that many inexplicable things appeared around him, as if some dirty creature was staring at him, but Zhu Huai could not see anything and knew nothing.
Only when he came here, all the things surrounding him disappeared, as if everything that had happened before was an illusion. In order to stay here, Zhu Huai tried his best to take care of Liu Xiang, but Liu Xiang treated him as nothing, as if Zhu Huai was just dust and dirt in his eyes, or no different from those things, and existed like air.
It seemed like he and Liu Xiang were the only two living creatures in the huge ancestral home. The manor was so big that Zhu Huai got lost several times. The scenery here was very beautiful, and every detail had its own unique feng shui structure, with small details stacked on large ones to outline a complete and huge magic circle. But Zhu Huai knew nothing at that time, and he didn't know that others couldn't come in, and he couldn't go out without Liu Xiang's order.
He was lost in the garden again, not knowing which way to go, when the track of his wheelchair on the soil led him to a courtyard where his employer, with a cold breath, was sitting on a chair, looking at something.
Zhu Huai hesitated for a moment, but still walked towards Liu Xiang. The approach seemed to have alarmed something. Liu Xiang slowly raised his face, and the face that was half hideous and half beautiful like a painting looked at him, and the dark golden pupils were elegant and luxurious.
He was dressed in a black robe with gold thread edging and willow leaf patterns embroidered on the inky black garment. Even as he sat there, he had an intimidating aura.
Liu Xiang looked at him, and that look made Zhu Huai dare not get close at all, as if once he touched him, he would be torn to pieces by that cold breath.
No wonder those people looked at Liu Xiang with such fear. Who on earth was he? How could he have such a terrifying aura?
Zhu Huai thought about it, but he didn't want to show his fear. Even though his body was shaking instinctively, sending him a signal to run away and leave quickly, Zhu Huai still took a step forward and said to Liu Xiang: "Is there anything you want to see here? Lunch time is coming soon. Do you need me to prepare it for you?"
Liu Xiang stared at him. After a moment, the man said, "You are afraid of me."
Zhu Huai said, "Why do you say that suddenly?"
Liu Xiang said, "Everyone is afraid of me, and that includes you, of course. But if you are so afraid of me, why did you come here and take the initiative to approach me?"
Facing those golden eyes, Zhu Huai felt as if a voice in his heart was constantly saying something:
"Are you afraid of him? If you are, then run away. Just leave now. The farther the better. As long as you leave now, you won't have to worry about what will happen later."
Liu Xiang stared at the person in front of him, as if he was waiting patiently for Zhu Huai's words. However, what Zhu Huai didn't know was that if he turned around and ran like the others, his fate would be to be torn to pieces by this seemingly gentle monster.
Without Zhu Huai even noticing, he gave the most correct answer: "I came here to take care of you. This is my job. Besides... this place is great." Zhu Huai said, "Only here will I be safe."
Liu Xiang listened to his words, looked into those bright black eyes, and found that the person in front of him was actually sincere and safe. He actually said that he could only feel safe when he was with him.
No one has ever said this before, Liu Xiang thought, this is the first time he has heard this.
The invisible pressure condensed in the air dissipated, and Zhu Huai faintly heard something being dragged away from behind him, like a long vine crawling on the ground. When he turned around, the sounds disappeared again.
Did he pass the interview with the employer? Zhu Huai walked over and took hold of Liu Xiang's wheelchair. The handle of the wheelchair was very cold. Liu Xiang said, "In that case, then you can stay with me."
Zhu Huai nodded and pushed Liu Xiang into the room. There were fresh meals on the table, but those were either uncooked blood meals or some other messy things. How could they feed Liu Xiang these things?
At the beginning, Zhu Huai even thought it was abuse, until he saw Liu Xiang's appearance when eating. That posture lingered in front of Zhu Huai. He was frightened, but forced himself to endure it. After a few days, Zhu Huai finally got used to these things.
But this did not stop Zhu Huai from trying to make something with these fresh ingredients. After all, he was a chef. If he could let his employer eat some cooked food, perhaps he would be happy?
So Zhu Huai cooked some of the food. Considering Liu Xiang's preferences, most of the food on the table was still blood food. Liu Xiang didn't touch a chopstick of the food Zhu Huai made until it was completely cold, and didn't even look at it.
Looking at the cold food, Zhu Huai ate it all with grief.
I don’t know if the servants in the ancestral house forgot his existence. No one talked to him, no one communicated with him, and naturally no one prepared food for him.
Zhu Huai could only use the remaining ingredients to cook for himself. Fortunately, he was a good cook and had a calm mentality. After all, he was just here to be a caregiver, and his employer's personality was so indifferent. Since there were still leftover ingredients in the kitchen, he could do whatever he wanted with them. It was no big deal.
Therefore, Liu Xiang saw that Zhu Huai always cooked a portion of the food and brought it to the table, and then took it away unscathed. He would sit aside and enjoy the delicious food he made, but he would also show an expression that Liu Xiang didn't understand food. Liu Xiang saw this scene, and finally one day, he reached out, picked up a piece of food made by Zhu Huai with chopsticks, put it in his mouth and swallowed it.
Zhu Huai's expression was shocked for a moment. He almost stared at Liu Xiang eating the spicy and sour fish. The only thought in his mind was that Liu Xiang finally couldn't resist the temptation and succumbed to his cooking skills.
Before he could be happy for a while, Liu Xiang stretched out his chopsticks and ate everything in front of him. Liu Xiang's movements were slow and orderly, and his eating movements were extremely elegant. Zhu Huai watched from the side and even couldn't help but want to applaud, until he suddenly realized that Liu Xiang had eaten everything he had prepared, but didn't leave a single dish for him.
"Lord Liu Xiang, have you finished eating everything?" Zhu Huai couldn't help but ask.
"Isn't this prepared for me?" Liu asked in the opposite direction.
At that moment, Zhu Huai was stunned. He touched his hungry stomach and looked at the employer in front of him. He could only swallow his anger and accept the matter.
The first time, the second time, until this situation happened many times, Zhu Huai finally realized that something was wrong: Was Liu Xiang deliberately teasing him?
Zhu Huai's stomach rumbled. He looked around the manor but still couldn't see those people who only appeared at specific times. He seemed to be trapped in this huge manor. Even if he wanted to take a fishing rod to fish, there was not a single fish in the huge lake.
Liu Xiang watched this scene coldly, wondering what Zhu Huai would do next.
Will he come after him, or will he get angry and take revenge on him?
But the development of the matter was beyond Liu Xiang's expectations. When Zhu Huai was so hungry that he could not bear it any longer, on a dark and windy night, a stealthy figure sneaked into the ancestral hall and looked at the offerings placed in front of the ancestral hall. They were fresh and delicious, but they would be removed by the servants the next day. After Zhu Huai bowed to the statue, he secretly stepped forward and took away some of the offerings.
He huddled in a room in the corner of the ancestral hall, enjoying all the delicious food alone, but he didn't know that in the very center of the hall, the statue that had originally had its eyes closed had opened its eyes and was staring at him.
Liu Xiang ate up everything he prepared, so Zhu Huai came and stole his offerings.
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The author has something to say: Liu Xiang is really bad. He was very bad at the beginning and he is still bad now, but he is much better to Zhu Huai...
The relationship between the two of them is like symbiosis. Without either of them, they can't live completely.
Still asking for a comment and nutrient solution, muah [dog head holding a rose]
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