Chapter 107 Water Ghost 30
The words Zhou Qingyan said most often were—
"do not leave Me."
"Isn't it nice to be with me?"
"We'll be together forever."
When Yu Jiao really tried to escape from him, the anger and hostility Zhou Qingyan displayed were several times more terrifying than anything she had ever seen before. His flesh and blood were pulled into several long strips of tissue that wrapped around her body. What was even more terrifying was that the look Zhou Qingyan gave her seemed as if he wanted to swallow her alive.
Yu Jiao's fingers, gripping the window frame, turned white with effort, trembling slightly. If it weren't for... Zhou Qingyan's body wrapped around her, she might have fallen and shattered into dust. She clutched the window frame tightly. Having come this far, she didn't want to give up. Zhou Qingyan was just angry. After all, he hadn't done anything to hurt her, had he?
Zhou Qingyan stood in front of her.
The body dispersed towards Yu Jiao in a strange state.
All that remained of the body were bones, internal organs, and scattered flesh and blood.
He noticed Yu Jiao's evasive gaze and fear. He naturally wanted to appear in front of her in the most perfect state, but, but! What was Yu Jiao doing? She actually wanted to leave him. The thought of her leaving him or even falling from a high place made his whole body feel like it was being cut and pulled by steel wire, excruciating pain.
Jiaojiao can only be his! She can only stay by his side!
Yu Jiao was pulled into the house. She stuffed the knife into her sleeve, away from her neck. She was afraid that she would hurt herself accidentally while shaking. After all, she just wanted to test Zhou Qingyan and didn't want to hurt herself. Just as she stabilized her body, she suddenly felt a cool breeze climbing up from her back. Her limbs became stiff and cold, as if her skin was wet with cold water and entered the cold outdoors.
The eerie chill seeps into the bone marrow.
Zhou Qingyan watched her every move closely, and spoke in a crueler voice than ever before: "Yu Jiao, you'd better leave the windowsill now and come to me, otherwise you will bear the consequences yourself..."
His eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of his narrow eyes were tinged with a thick scarlet. The blood vessels beside his eyes burst because they could not withstand the surging anger, and blood oozed out of his pores drop by drop, sliding down his cheeks to the ground.
"Jiaojiao, Jiaojiao, I just don't want to hurt you, but that doesn't mean I can't. You'd better come to me right now! Don't think that just because I like you, I will compromise and let you leave me. Since you agreed to be my girlfriend, you can never regret it! You can't regret it!"
At this moment, Zhou Qingyan didn't care about his appearance at all. He even thought that if he acted scarier, scarier, Jiaojiao would be the most timid. She would definitely come to his side obediently and never ask to leave again. The anger in his eyes was gradually replaced by a hidden expectation. The pleading in his eyes was so strong that it almost overwhelmed the anger. He opened his hands, revealing his tattered chest, and said in a trembling voice:
"Jiaojiao, come into my arms. It's too dangerous to sit there. What if you fall? What if I don't catch you? Don't threaten me with your body. Come here quickly and let me hug you."
--no.
Yu Jiao clung to the door frame with shaking hands and stared at his chest for a few seconds. She suddenly had the urge to rush over and hug him, even though his chest looked bloody and terrifying like a murderous demon. However, her temptation was not yet complete. She was afraid that if she was forced to stop this time, she would never have another chance in the future, and she would even be frightened by the plot in her imagination again and tremble all over.
Do it in one go.
She bit her lip and rejected him: "Zhou Qingyan, I don't want it."
She repeated firmly, "I don't want your embrace, let alone your care, Zhou Qingyan, stay away from me."
Zhou Qingyan trembled violently, he stood unsteadily, staring at her, as if trying to find traces of lies on her face, but his vision was dizzy, the scattered flesh and blood also scattered his anger, he stood there in panic, angry, afraid and in pain.
"Jiaojiao...are you serious?"
Yu Jiao lived with her uncle when she was young. She witnessed her uncle and aunt gradually evolve from a loving couple to a hostile couple. Trivial matters in life could cause the two to have a cold war for half a month. For a long time, her uncle's house was always filled with a war without gunpowder, and her uncle would even fight with her aunt when drunk.
My uncle is a middle-aged man who is overwhelmed by life. Although my aunt is a woman, she is equally matched with my uncle in a fight.
They can even pull each other's hair.
Zhou Qingyan is a fierce ghost haunted by resentment. If Yu Jiao touches his bottom line, will he kill her without hesitation? He is not a pot-bellied uncle, and Yu Jiao has no ability to fight him.
However, all the worries will soon be resolved. Yu Jiao swallowed her fear and secretly looked forward to what the enraged Zhou Qingyan would do.
She was surrounded by black energy, but this terrifying and ferocious black energy created a safe environment for her at the moment. She turned her head and quietly looked at Zhou Qingyan, whose face was gradually becoming more and more crazy. She pursed her lips and replied to his expectant eyes: "...It's true, Zhou Qingyan..."
She hardened her heart, stared directly at the tears that suddenly shattered in his eyes, and a trail of crimson tears flowed out: "I, I don't like you."
The only person she could think of was Cheng He. The only person who could arouse Zhou Qingyan's jealousy was Cheng He. She had no choice but to apologize in her heart and pull Cheng He out of the picture: "I, I prefer tall and thin boys with gentle temperaments and who speak slowly and softly. Zhou Qingyan... is not your type."
Yu Jiao's words were like sharp blades shooting at him, hitting his already broken body like rotten flesh and blood. He bit his lips tightly, and his bright red lips turned white from being bitten by him. Yu Jiao stared at him nervously, and when he walked forward, she suddenly hugged her head, but saw Zhou Qingyan stopped two steps away from her.
She hesitantly lowered her hand.
Zhou Qingyan hated it most when she said other men's names. Her behavior was tantamount to plucking hair from a tiger's mouth. His reaction was not as furious as he had imagined, or he did not break her limbs with black energy. He stood quietly in front of her.
Yu Jiao breathed a sigh of relief and was about to end the test. He did not go crazy, nor did he hurt her. He just looked at her with extremely sad eyes, as if the light in his eyes was slowly extinguished. She squatted on the windowsill and moved forward.
The words "Carry me down" were stuck in his throat. Before he could open his mouth, he was shocked by Zhou Qingyan's next action and lost his voice.
The skin on his face ulcerated and reorganized. Half of his face was Zhou Qingyan's, covered with red blood vessels, and the other half looked very similar to Cheng He's. The expression on the half that was Zhou Qingyan's face was as crazy as if it were crazy, while the half that was Cheng He's face was raised with a gentle smile.
"Jiaojiao, you still like him, right? Even if he betrays you and hurts you, you still like him, right? No, that's not the case. You only like his appearance and his personality. I can do that too! I can become the person you like! I can learn to be gentle!"
"Jiaojiao, please don't dislike me. I will change..."
"Jiaojiao, Jiaojiao, Jiaojiao, I am the only one who loves you. Don't leave me, don't leave me, don't leave me, don't leave me!"
Zhou Qingyan walked to the window with a strange expression on his face. Yu Jiao almost fell backwards, but the black energy behind her acted as a life-saving force, pushing her forward. A sense of weightlessness hit her, and she fell into Zhou Qingyan's arms. In front of her was the man's festering chest. She stood stiffly, not daring to look up - too terrifying, too terrifying...
She thought she was used to Zhou Qingyan's occasional strange changes, but no one told her that Zhou Qingyan's face could change! ! !
"Don't leave me," Zhou Qingyan held Yu Jiao's face. Her eyes were fixed on half of Cheng He's face. Her focused gaze immediately ignited jealousy in his chest, but he couldn't let it out and could only suppress it. He showed a stiff smile: "Jiaojiao, do you still like Cheng He's face more? Or...even if you still like Cheng He, it doesn't matter. I'm going to kill him right now, and then I'll become your boyfriend in his place and marry you, okay? I'm sure I can do better than him...That dirty man is nowhere near as clean as me."
Yu Jiao was forced to stare at the strange face, nearly vomiting her last night's snack. Zhou Qingyan didn't know what was wrong with him. Cheng He's half of his face was smiling greasy and disgusting, while his own was filled with uncontrollable jealousy and anger. Did he know what he was talking about? Could he really tolerate dating Cheng He while wearing her face?
She swallowed hard and patted Zhou Qingyan's hand that was holding her face: "You...you change back, change back quickly."
In an unbearable tone, she said, "I don't want to see Cheng He's face. Change back!"
Zhou Qingyan was silent for a moment: "What do you like?"
Yu Jiao lowered her head, not wanting to see his face at all. To avoid the topic as quickly as possible, she raised her voice and replied, "Your face is beautiful as it is. Don't try to look like someone else. It's weird and ugly."
"But," Zhou Qingyan recalled the harsh words Yu Jiao had just said. She had said that her type wasn't like him, and he was very bothered. "You don't like my type. You like Cheng He's type... Jiaojiao, are you lying to me?"
Yu Jiao nodded: "Yes, I was lying to you. Zhou Qingyan, can you change your face back?"
Zhou Qingyan's body returned to its original state. Yu Jiao quietly opened her eyes, but did not see any strange face. She let out a long breath and even patted her wildly beating chest with her hand. The blade hidden in her sleeve revealed a sharp mark, and Zhou Qingyan pulled it out and threw it on the ground.
"Why do you do that?"
As long as Zhou Qingyan doesn't move his body, Yu Jiao is not afraid of him.
She said so many things that hurt him, but apart from yelling, crying and begging helplessly, he did not cause any substantial harm to her - except for the visual pollution.
Yu Jiao couldn't say anything more. She needed time to digest the strange half of Zhou Qingyan's face. She said lazily, "I'm afraid you'll kill me."
"Hmm?" Zhou Qingyan didn't understand the connection.
Seeing that Yu Jiao was weak all over and didn't want to say more, he had to suppress his doubts, half-hugged her, picked up the fruit knife on the ground, and sat down on the sofa.
He stuffed the fruit knife into Yu Jiao's hand, then held her hand and pressed it against her chest. The blade cut through the fabric and reached her fragile skin. The moment the pain came, Yu Jiao came back to her senses in shock and looked into Zhou Qingyan's smiling eyes.
"Jiaojiao, do you want to kill me?"
"Then kill yourself first."
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