"Brother Ming, I think this real daughter that the Wen family just found seems to be interested in you."
Chen Quan raised his eyebrows and leaned close to Song Shiming's ear, staring at Wen Xi up and down. She had fair skin, beautiful face, and long legs, especially her pair of bright eyes as bright as the autumn moon, with amber pupils that seemed to contain mist, which was very captivating.
"What nonsense are you talking about?"
Song Shiming leaned lazily against the window, his hands in his pockets, his white shirt casually unbuttoned, a cynical smile on his handsome face, and his whole body exuded an uninhibited aura.
He said disapprovingly, "What's her name? Wen Xi? I heard she was brought back from the mountains. She used to live in a Taoist temple in the valley. Tsk, a country bumpkin who was said to have been telling fortunes and talking nonsense when she came back. It's spread throughout the circle that she's a little charlatan. I don't know why the Wen family brought her back?"
Chen Quan said, "But she is beautiful. She doesn't look like she came from the mountains at all. Brother Ming, she is really interested in you. Look, she is staring at you again."
Song Shiming's heart skipped a beat. He followed his gaze and met those bewitching eyes. His heart started pounding wildly, and even the usually perverse little bully felt a little nervous.
Could it be that she really likes me?
Wen Xi walked slowly towards him with her long, thin legs. Song Shiming looked around randomly to hide his nervousness.
Wen Xi's gaze fell on Song Shiming's shoulder, her red lips lifted slightly, and she asked in a light tone, "What do you want?"
"ha?"
Song Shiming was stunned, a blush appearing on his handsome face. He scratched his head and asked, "I don't want anything? What do you mean by asking this?"
Wen Xi's pretty face was cold and icy as she sneered at every word, "Don't play hard to get with me. I'll only give you one chance. Next time, even if you kneel down and beg me, it will be useless."
Song Shiming's face flushed red, and his hand, like his trembling heart, raised up and pointed at her like Parkinson's disease, "You, you, what nonsense are you talking about? What's playing hard to get? What's kneeling down to beg you? Wen Xi, are you mentally ill? You and I are not familiar with each other at all."
Chen Quan squeezed his shoulder with an ambiguous look on his face, "Okay, Brother Ming, it turns out you two have been like this for a long time. You're having so much fun together. No wonder you called Wen Xi, oh no, my sister-in-law, to come to this party today."
Song Shiming immediately denied it, "Fuck you! Wen Xi and I have nothing to do with each other. Who on earth was the idiot who called this crazy woman here?"
Just when he was excited, Wen Xi came closer, raised her fair hand and brushed his shoulder.
The smell of sandalwood had never been so pleasant, and a warmth made his heavy shoulders suddenly feel light.
Looking at the face as clean as mutton-fat jade so close to him, Song Shiming felt that all the blood in his body was rushing to his face, and his heart was about to jump out.
After Wen Xi chased away the little ghost on Song Shiming's shoulder, she stared at him with cold eyes. Seeing that he looked like he had seen a ghost, she comforted him, "Don't worry, nothing will happen in the future. However, I see that your forehead is dark, and I'm afraid that something bad will happen to you recently. Why don't you buy this well-being talisman of mine? It can keep you peaceful for a while. We are classmates, so I'll charge you 500 yuan for each one. How about it?"
The beauty, who was as beautiful as a flower on a high mountain, took out a stack of talismans with messy patterns on them from her pocket, and her status instantly dropped to freezing point.
Song Shiming's blood color suddenly cooled down. He stared at the talisman with his mouth wide open, gritting his teeth and asking, "You said so many ambiguous words to me, and the result is that you want to sell me a talisman? Just this broken thing, and you want 500 yuan? Wen Xi, are you obsessed with money? Or are you, the Wen family, treating you, a real daughter, so badly that they don't even give you a penny to spend?"
"ambiguous?"
Wen Xi frowned slightly and asked in confusion, "Don't you feel like you're carrying a heavy burden lately? Classmate Song, you have a little devil on your shoulder. If it weren't for me, I'm afraid your yang energy would be sucked dry in a while."
I felt a chill in my body!
Song Shiming subconsciously glanced at his empty shoulders, glanced at Wen Xi suspiciously, and said disdainfully, "There are rumors outside that you are a little charlatan, it's really true, but it's a pity... I dare to hold this party here, do you think I believe in such ghost stories?"
He raised his hand and snapped his fingers, and everyone who had been busy in the room all looked at him.
"Classmates, have you finished your preparations? I can't wait to let Wen Xi, a country bumpkin, enjoy our upcoming activities."
"Brother Ming, everything is almost ready, we can start playing."
"Yeah, the Devil's Hand is in place, and the live broadcast countdown has begun."
In the luxurious villa, seven or eight young men and women were operating the live broadcast equipment skillfully. On the central table in the living room, a pile of red candles were lit, surrounding a towering object covered with a layer of red cloth. Even from a distance, Wen Xi could feel the murderous aura emanating from that object.
A layer of light frost covered the amber pupils. Wen Xi pursed his lips and asked, "You call this kind of game a patty?"
Song Shiming thought she was scared, and asked in a frivolous tone, "What else, if not Patty?"
Wen Xi said coldly, "Seeking death!"
Song Shiming laughed loudly, "Wen Xi, are you scared? What little charlatan are you? You're even afraid of such a thing? We used to play like this all the time. The live broadcast room is very popular. If you are scared, you can just leave here. I don't know who dragged you in. As a rule, we don't bring newcomers to our party."
Wen Xi lifted the hair beside her ear and said calmly, "If you don't leave, and you don't seek death, how can I make money? The essence of accumulating virtue requires someone to be willing to commit suicide first, right?"
It was because of the overwhelming dark aura surrounding these people that she reluctantly participated.
These days, it’s not easy to do good deeds. She also has to make money to support her family. Every penny counts as love!
Song Shiming's eyes twitched, and he felt that Wen Xi's words were implying something about him.
"Brother Ming, everything is ready, start the live broadcast immediately!"
"3, 2, 1! Go!"
A countdown came from Chen Quan's side, and as soon as the camera turned on, Song Shiming's expression changed immediately.
"Welcome everyone to the long-awaited supernatural patty. I'm your best partner, Brother Ming! Today we've found a very rare supernatural item that will lead you to a different supernatural realm."
Song Shiming smiled mischievously, and his handsome face was very popular. Hundreds of thousands of fans instantly flooded into the live broadcast room, half of whom came for Song Shiming.
In the camera, he slowly walked towards the table, pulled away the red cloth on the table, revealing a withered and bony hand!
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