Chapter 126 Before the woman got angry, she saw Yao Yaoyao staggering off the bed, with a sour feeling in her throat and a stomachache.
Before the woman could get angry, she saw Yao Yaoyao staggering off the bed. She felt a sour feeling in her throat and her stomach suddenly spasmed and contracted. She covered her mouth and rushed to the bathroom.
Her veiny hands tightly grasped the edge of the toilet, she knelt on the ground, and began to vomit with her head on the toilet.
Following a violent convulsion, a few mouthfuls of sour gastric juice came up, burning the throat, and then the remaining food in the stomach mixed with bile rushed out all at once.
She vomited for a long time, and each time she vomited, she trembled all over, her forehead was covered with cold sweat, and her hair stuck to her pale face. Her stomach was cramped in waves, as if countless hands were tearing her internal organs.
She continued to retch over the toilet until she could no longer vomit anything.
The evil spirit in the woman's red eyes was raging, stirring up chaos. Under the violent and expanding evil spirit, the whole apartment seemed to be invaded by black fog, falling into the deepest chaos, and no object could be seen.
In the dark fog, the woman's face was distorted and hideous. She stared at Yao Yaoyao's trembling back without blinking, and a tear fell.
She actually hates coming into contact with it so much?
Does she feel like vomiting every time she comes into contact with it?
Is it really that disgusting?
A human actually dared to despise it. It was so bold that it wanted to tear her to pieces, bite every bone of her, and swallow everything of her into its body.
Another tear fell on its face. This time it was stunned. It raised its hand and touched it. It felt sticky. It was blood.
Could it cry? As far as I can remember, it never cried.
Why is she crying? Just because she doesn't like to come into contact with it, or because she feels sick and wants to vomit when she comes into contact with it?
But it clearly knew that the little ghost was so afraid of ghosts, even if any ghost came into contact with her, her reaction would probably be similar. It clearly knew this, but it still had a fluke mentality, thinking that she would be different to it.
It is a ghost, a ferocious ghost king. Under the swirling yin energy is a body that is about to rot. It is so hideous and disgusting.
Just for this reason, the little ghost with the yin-yang eyes will never like her, never!
It will never replace her sister!!
Why doesn't she just die!!!
As long as the sister dies, they are the same, they are all ghosts, standing on the same starting line, the fear is the same, the disgust is the same, and the love they receive is the same.
It must be like this, as long as she dies, dies!
The woman murmured paranoidly, and her eyes shed a lot of blood and tears. She suddenly covered her head in pain, which was about to explode.
He staggered through the wall and ran out. Along the way, the whistling Yin Qi made the nearby evil spirits flee and hide, but they still could not escape its grasp and were mercilessly swallowed up by the dark Yin Qi.
Yao Yaoyao, who was lying on the toilet, collapsed on the ground. She couldn't help feeling sick whenever she thought of a rotting corpse under the misty air, kissing her neck like a human, with its lips pressed against hers and its tongue licking her.
She turned on the shower head and cold water drops poured down on her head, instantly enveloping her in a curtain of water.
The cold water poured down her hair and neck, soaking her whole body. She didn't even have the strength to stand up, and collapsed on the ground, rubbing the kiss mark on her neck.
As she rubbed her hands back and forth, the scab-covered wounds broke open again, leaving her hands covered in blood. However, she didn't care at all and rubbed them even harder, with drops of blood and cold water falling down together, almost turning the bathroom into a pool of blood.
Even after rubbing it five or six times, the cold touch was still there, as if it had taken root, constantly echoing in her mind. The feeling of nausea rose from the depths of her throat again, as if it was going to crush her internal organs.
She bit her lips tightly, and scratched the skin on her neck in an almost self-masochistic manner, her nails digging into the flesh. She actually wanted to tear off that piece of skin.
It was like a pair of rusty scissors repeatedly twisting her flesh, sometimes sharp like a steel needle piercing her nerves, sometimes like rough sandpaper rubbing back and forth. In the end, her consciousness became blurred in this endless torture, and she herself did not remember what she had done. She just lay on the ground in her wet clothes and passed out.
The scorching heat rushed through her blood vessels, and Yao Yaoyao felt a burning suffocation strangling her throat, making it almost impossible for her to breathe. She suddenly opened her eyes, and the ceiling twisted into a blurry vortex in her sight.
She struggled to get up from the ground, her pajamas still clinging to her body, still wet even after a night. Yao Yaoyao suddenly shuddered all over, her throat felt like it had swallowed a ball of burning catkins, and even breathing was unexpectedly painful.
She looked in the mirror. The girl in front of her looked so haggard that she was unbearable to look at. Her lips were as white as those of the evil spirits she had seen. She reached out and touched her forehead, which was terribly hot.
Sure enough, she had a fever.
She walked out of the bathroom dizzily and looked at the apartment which was as empty as usual. The ghost king was no longer there.
She was stunned and actually felt a little surprised. She thought that she would be torn into pieces by the brutal Ghost King as soon as she stepped out of the bathroom, but she never expected that it didn't attack her.
She didn't want to think about the reason, so she changed into clean clothes, drank some medicine, and then fell asleep wrapped in the quilt.
The scorching light poured onto the asphalt road. It stood at the edge of the mottled shadows of the trees, looking at the traffic coming and going not far away, feeling a little dazed.
The previous memory was a little vague. It only remembered that it ran away from the kid's house. The yin energy in the sky devoured and killed all the evil spirits within a radius of hundreds of meters. The scorching sun shone through the gaps on its face. Under the hissing corrosion, the face was looming. The straight nose, sharp eyebrows, and pale skin.
It knelt on the ground in a hurry, stretched out its hands and covered its face tightly, for fear of being seen by others.
All the negative energy surrounding it was directed to its face, where it persisted for a few minutes before being corroded away. It seemed to have no consciousness, mechanically channeling the negative energy into the bottomless pit.
Its face cannot be seen by others, it cannot, cannot...
After mumbling a few times, the nails on its hands suddenly grew longer and it fiercely scratched at its face. Under the cracks deep enough to see the bones, blood and flesh flying everywhere, it raised the corners of its lips and seemed to laugh.
That way, no one will see its face.
In fact, it didn't know the reason either. It only remembered that after it became the King of Ghosts, it got used to wrapping its whole body with negative energy so that people couldn't see its true face. It was completely different from those evil ghosts that were almost naked.
It seems like there is someone like that child who is afraid of ghosts and would be scared when seeing its face.
It knelt under the tree like a statue for a long time, until the sun set and the people who went to work went home one after another, and then it got up from the ground.
As night fell, lights lit up on the tall buildings on both sides of the street, and it heard the laughter of children and the shouts of the elderly.
Yes, everyone should go home at this time, where is its home?
Back to the alley? It looked in that direction. It was clearly where it belonged, but it didn't move.
The child hated it so much, but he actually dared to attack it. She should be grateful that it didn't fight back. Why would she just sit there and pretend nothing happened and go back to her apartment?
She didn't like it, and it didn't want it either. Its original purpose in coming out with her was to drink her blood to restore its memory and see its obsession.
Now that its memory has not been restored and it was slapped by her, how can it swallow this?
Perhaps it didn't even realize that its focus was never on being slapped by someone, but on being slapped by her. How could she hit it? She should like it. Even if it wasn't the kind of love it thought, she wouldn't do that.
After thinking about it, its eyes became even redder. Why?
"Dean's mother, Dean's mother, what is love?" A group of little girls surrounded a middle-aged woman and asked in a chattering manner.
"Love means that no matter what you do, you will think of her, want to share what you have with her, want her to get better and better, and want to be with her forever in the future." The dean gently explained what she thought love meant.
"Then I like Dean Mom, and I want to be with Dean Mom forever. Dean Mom said I'm the best."
"I like the Dean's mother, too. I liked her first. The Dean's mother is mine."
"It's obviously mine. First come first served, understand? I was the first one my mother praised."
The little girls started to argue about the relationship between the dean's mother and her husband. When they found that they could not convince the other party, they opened their eyes wide and asked in unison: "Who do you like the most, dean's mother? Who are you going to be with in the future?"
"You guys" the dean gave each child a big hug and smiled kindly.
"Dean Mom will always love each and every one of you, no matter if you are naughty, well-behaved, or indifferent. Mom will always be with you."
After the director had comforted the children, he saw a short-haired little girl with her hands in her pockets following them not far away.
She smiled helplessly, rubbed her head, and asked, "Who does our little Zhan Ying like the most?"
She frowned and hesitated for a long time, which was unusual.
"Dean Mom, Yaoyao." She uttered with difficulty, her little face wrinkled and congealed, as if she was making a difficult decision.
"Do I have to choose a favorite? I like them all."
Perhaps it was because he rarely saw such rich expressions on the girl's face, the dean's frown deepened. He rubbed the girl's head hard, messing up her carefully groomed hairstyle.
The girl snorted angrily, broke away from her clutches, and carefully combed her hair again.
As she sorted her hair, she muttered, "Yaoyao and Mom are both good. I can't choose. I like both of them. I can't separate the two. If you like each other, I won't force you to be together from now on. I just want to watch you get better and better from behind."
"How does little Zhanying know that this is not a kind of love? Everyone has a different understanding of love, and this is also a kind of love. However, the director mother does not want Zhanying to experience this kind of love."
"Why?" She blinked her eyes, not understanding anything at that time.
"Because it's too painful, mom hopes that Zhan Ying can be with the person she loves forever, and hopes that Zhan Ying can also be chosen so firmly by the person she loves."
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