There is a sick girl before and a ghost after

Chapter 54 I am the villain

Putting down the phone, Wen Yuran got up from the seat, subconsciously walked out of the room with light steps.

The kitchen door is transparent and can be seen directly from the living room.And through the glass sliding door, Wen Yuran saw that Qianlang was holding a kitchen knife in his hand, staring down at the sharp blade, motionless as if in ecstasy, and couldn't read the slightest expression from his face.

Approaching quietly, Wen Yuran raised his hand and knocked on the glass door: "What are you doing?"

Hearing Wen Yuran's voice, Qian Lang immediately turned around and opened the door, no trace of the indifference just now could be seen from his gentle smile.

"I was distracted for a while, what happened?"

Looking at the kitchen knife in Qianlang's hand, Wen Yuran frowned: "I'm fine, but someone told me that you might not be fine. Guess what it means?"

"How can I be bad? It's the best thing for me to have you and me alone."

The smile on Qian Lang's face was flawless and without any fluctuations. If it weren't for the phone call just now, Wen Yuran would never have guessed that Qian Tong'an was really targeting Qian Lang in the end.

"Stop talking useless things, pack up your things and go, or are you tired of being a human and really want to try being a beast?" Wen Yuran grabbed Qianlang's wrist and was about to walk out, but the people behind him Standing still and not moving.

"Why do you want to leave? Isn't this very good now?" Qianlang stared at him steadfastly, the curvature of the corner of his mouth seemed to fade a little, "I have put many protective spells on this house, and even that curse can't help it easily , you'll be safe as long as you stay here."

"And there are only the two of us here, no one will come in, no one can share you with me, we only have each other in this world, what is more important than this?" Holding Wen Yuran's wrist with his backhand, Qian Lang pulled As he turned around to face himself, the expression on his face had obviously returned to nothing, but his eyes were extremely hot, "Compared to these, paying that little price is nothing."

Qianlang's strength is great, but he has just the right amount of force, and it won't make Wen Yuran feel any pain.

"You should be the master of me alone, you are the only one in my world," he murmured, "I don't want others to see you. Just live here, okay? If you are unhappy No matter it is abuse or what, I can bear it, and I will always support you, so just be my master, okay?"

Wen Yuran didn't speak all the time, because he didn't know what to say was correct and useful in this situation.

He smiled, took a step closer, reached out and took the kitchen knife from Qian Lang's hand, without feeling any resistance, Qian Lang just let him take the knife away.

"I don't want to accept what you said at all. If I die, I won't stay in this room forever."

Qian Lang looked at Wen Yuran's smile without blinking, even though the light reflected by the blade flashed into his eyes, he didn't waver at all.Maybe it was because of being stabbed by the light, he felt a little soreness in his eyes, but even so, he didn't want to miss Wen Yuran's smiling face, even for a moment.

After a long silence, Qian Lang also slowly raised the corners of his mouth, as if trying to show his usual smile, but actually it looked very unnatural, and it was hard to tell whether he was happy or sad.

He also didn't want to leave his master with such an ugly expression at the last moment, but this was the expression he was most familiar with. If this didn't work out, then the other expressions would probably be more difficult to catch.

Under Qianlang's infatuated gaze, Wen Yuran took one step back, another step, and then raised the hand holding the knife.

The blade quietly stuck to the artery in the neck.

Qian Lang's eyes widened in an instant, and the pupils couldn't help shrinking slightly. Finally, the eyes couldn't bear the soreness, and some liquid slipped from the corners of the eyes.

"Don't..." He opened his mouth, but he couldn't even make a sound, as if his throat was suddenly strangled, "No..."

Wen Yuran still looked at him with a smile, and held the knife with both hands against his neck: "So do you think it's better to die, or is it better for us to pack up our bags and go out to harm others?"

His tone suddenly became severe and irresistible, and his expression also became serious: "I'm not discussing with you, go pack your things! You have to leave within 10 minutes, do you hear me?"

Seeing Qianlang almost stumbling back to the room, Wen Yuran immediately put away his stern expression, put the knife back on the sink with a speechless face, and rubbed his face against the wall.He inadvertently caught a glimpse of the water droplets on the ground that were gradually evaporating, and he even looked like he had eaten shit.

——Holy shit, am I actually the villain?

——I'm just going to scare you casually, why does a man cry when he disagrees, don't think about taking Qi Feichen's route, right?

In fact, his acting skills are really not very good, but the audience's IQ dropped and forced to join him.It seems that I have to leave quickly. Didn't I see that my IQ has dropped seriously in the past few days?

Covering her fragile heart, Wen Yuran, after a fierce ideological struggle, finally came to the conclusion: Could it be that my way of falling in love is wrong?Although it is said that I started to fall in love, in fact, my daily life has not changed much from before.

So he sneaked back to the bedroom to get his mobile phone, sat on the sofa in the living room and started searching with a serious face: How should I solve the quarrel with my boyfriend?

When Qian Lang came out nervously carrying his things, he saw Wen Yuran looking at him kindly with a smile on his face, which made him dumbfounded.

"My dear, you are so handsome, you cook delicious food, you are gentle, considerate and obedient, you are such a good man!" Wen Yuran said with a sincere face that he could hardly listen to it, after all, it is said on the Internet that you should always praise men. Friends, give each other a little confidence.

Then Qianlang turned around and went into the kitchen, quickly put all the knives into one pocket, not even letting go of the fruit knife on the coffee table, then hid the bag behind her back, looking at Wen Yuran cautiously, as if afraid of him To commit suicide with a knife.

Wen Yuran: ...

"Okay, everyone, be normal, let's talk later, let's go." He would be stupid if he believed in this kind of strategy next time.

The atmosphere between the two became mysteriously harmonious again, as if it was just an insignificant episode just now.

It is said to pack things, but in fact it is just a few clothes, a backpack is enough, after all, it is not like Qian Lang has never gone to his house to rub the bed before.

Before opening the door, Qianlang stretched out his hand to hold Wen Yuran's hand: "I have been dragging it before, but now you will go out and cause a cursed counterattack. You can't take the elevator, you can only take the stairs, don't get separated from me."

This is the sixteenth floor. It's not too high, and it's not too low. It's just that I don't know what will happen in the middle of the journey, which is more worrying.

"Hey, let me explain to you first. I was scaring you just now. Since I have said that this place will affect you, I won't hold grudges against you because of this. Damn, I really beat you up." When it comes to what happened just now, Wen Yuran still feels more speechless than surprised and worried.

——Since you get scared when you get scared, then don't pretend to be a coward at the beginning.

"……Thank you."

It was daytime now, but the corridor after opening the door was pitch black, and nothing could be seen. The feeling of being stared at by something came again.

After closing the door, what they faced was the darkness that could not be seen.However, facing this situation, Qian Lang didn't even hesitate, and walked out quickly while holding Wen Yuran's hand tightly. Wen Yuran could only judge the direction of walking based on the connected hands of the two.

"Watch out for the stairs."

Every time he reached the slow-walking platform of the stairs, Qianlang would remind him, but it was still difficult for Wen Yuran to make a good prediction. After all, with complete loss of vision, he didn't know whether he was standing on flat ground or stairs, so from time to time He would step on the air and lose his balance, but every time he was caught in Qianlang's arms accurately.

At first it was a small sound of metal falling to the ground, and then the sound gradually became more intensive, as if needles were constantly falling to the ground around, and they would stab themselves at some point.

Faint whispers of a woman came into the ears, and it also evolved from the sporadic at the beginning to the final noise, crying, laughing, screaming, from far and near, sometimes as if someone was talking close to the ear, involuntarily Just a chill.

Wen Yuran heard a small piercing sound coming from the back of his head, and at the same time, he felt a gust of air passing through the side of his face, probably the wind brought by Qianlang's arm, because he heard the sound of flesh being pierced from behind his head .

The smell of blood permeated little by little, becoming more and more intense, making people wonder where it came from.

When reaching another slow platform, a foul-smelling hot wind rushed towards him. Wen Yuran didn't even have time to think about what it was before Qianlang hugged him suddenly. Afterwards, there was a sudden sense of weightlessness and dazzling light, accompanied by the glass The sound of breaking.

It wasn't until he fell on Qianlang's body and landed on the ground, and his vision returned to darkness, that Wen Yuran vaguely understood what happened just now. Qianlang just carried him out of the window at the stairway, and then grabbed the window edge with one hand and hung in mid-air In the process, he kicked a window on the next floor and broke in.

If this series of acrobatic moves were normal, he might applaud and say hello, but right now he doesn't have that kind of leisure.

Going down to the sixteenth floor was nothing to the two men, but now both of them were breathing very rapidly. In the darkness, Wen Yuran couldn't even tell which ones were his panting and which were Qianlang's breathing.He didn't even know which floor he was on now, but he just felt that the two of them had already run down quite a distance, and it shouldn't be far from the first floor.

It was rare to see that Qian Lang's breathing was uneven like that of ordinary people, panting as if his physical strength was about to be exhausted.Wen Yuran felt that he should make a joke, but his throat was very dry, and the strong smell of rust kept invading his nasal cavity, making him unable to open his mouth at all.

But no matter how stumbling and stumbling in the process, the hands that held each other never let go, even though the palms of the hands were completely soaked in sweat.

When the eyes that were used to the darkness were closed again by the light, Wen Yuran felt that he had never loved the light so much as at this moment, even though his eyes were so pierced by the light that he wanted to shed tears.

small theater:

Qian Tong'an: What is my fault?Can't this retarded person come out and blame me? ?The normal routine is to come out of the house and start a regular battle royale, okay?If you bully me and don't show up, just throw the blame on me!

Wen Yuran: Shh, shh!You keep the mystery of the conspiracy theory, and the filming will continue!

Qian Tong'an: This beast dragged me to the crew without saying a word, didn't even pay me a salary, and let me act as a villain. I couldn't live my life. I'm still a cousin. Do you want to do this_(:з"∠)_

Qianlang: →_→

Wen Yuran: It seems a bit difficult for a chatterbox to act as a villain