Chapter 63

"Isn't that just inviting a ghost?" After coming out, Feng Hayarin summarized after listening to the facts investigated by his companions.

The victims, except for those who have died, have been treated in advance. When they were attacked just now, they were all protected very well.

Daquan Daichi touched his chin and said with sudden realization: "So, this guy uses his own blood to control the ghost. That's not right. That monster is not a child either." The

ghost is a kind of folk witchcraft. Legend has it that it is the soul of a child who died in infancy. It is put into a card or statue with magic power to bless people to eliminate disasters and fulfill their wishes.

But no matter how you look at it, that monster doesn't look like a child.

The short-haired girl next to Feng Hayarin looked up and said lightly: "Because that guy didn't go to Thailand to invite it."

This is a ghost made by a curse master. It doesn't use souls, but dead people with a lot of negative emotions. They are turned into cursed spirits through special means. The more unwilling they die, the more powerful the cursed spirits they become.

But it is more dangerous than a ghost. It needs its own flesh and blood to drive it. At the same time, the longer it takes, the more it will take, until it finally eats the controller.

As for the curse master, Xia Yujie has already called Mr. Ye Moth to tell him that the high school has sent someone over.

Jiang Meixing sneered and pointed at the man lying on the ground in the corner of the room and asked, "What should we do with this guy?"

When she just came out, Sugimoto Yoko knew that this guy didn't even let go of his dead sister and turned her into a ghost, so she rushed up to punch and kick him.

Xia Yujie immediately went up to stop him, but accidentally stepped on the man's arms and legs, causing him to be unable to move and could only take a solid beating.

A fighter among scum.

Inoue Hazuki frowned. This problem is indeed difficult to deal with. After all, the incident was indeed an accident.

Although this guy turned the victim into a ghost later, that was a post-mortem event, and modern laws don't care about this.

"Then expose what he did." Feng Zao Lin glanced at the man and continued, "The star's house collapsed."

The more perfect the personality, the more backlash it will get if it collapses.

"Sleeping with fans, promiscuous." Yoko Sugimoto entered this company just to investigate this man.

Yukiko Emiya kindly reminded: "Unspoken rules, connections, bringing money into the group."

Naoko Ieiri raised her eyelids: "Tax."

Isn't there a popular saying now? I hope my brother pays taxes when he should and doesn't sleep when he shouldn't.

Inoue Hazuki's eyes flickered slightly, and her fingertips gently tapped the table: "I'll go back and check this."

The follow-up of this matter is not the business of the sorcerer. For this kind of man who uses women's flesh and blood to climb up and even uses corpses to clean up, Inoue Hazuki and others are extremely disgusted.

In addition to the law, the entertainment industry also has its own ways to trick people.

Gojo Satoru walked silently all the way to the school gate, with sunglasses hanging crookedly on his nose, revealing a layer of shadow on his blue eyes.

Kazehaya Rin dragged the big cat slowly forward.

Geto Kagome and Naoko Ieiri looked at each other, tacitly walked ahead, leaving space for the two of them.

Kazehaya Rin dragged the big cat slowly forward until he entered the dormitory.

The moment the door lock clicked shut, the boy who played the sloth stood up, picked up the person in his arms, and walked slowly to the bed.

Feng Haya Rin sighed silently.

Gojo Satoru put his entire weight on the girl, burying his white head directly in the crook of her neck.

This is a posture that contains a strong possessive desire.

It is as if the dragon is guarding his treasure, tightly in his arms, and no one can take it away.

The fluffy white hair and warm breath swept across the sensitive skin, causing a small shudder. Feng Haya Rin shrank her neck and said, "Satoru, get up first."

Gojo Satoru: "No, you will disappear if you let go."

That feeling was terrible, disappearing from his sight alive, staying alone in a dangerous place.

As long as he thought about never seeing Rin again, his whole heart would hurt and he could hardly breathe.

Feng Zaolin thought of the boy's anxious look before, and reached out to touch his tense back, and said in a gentle voice: "No, I am also a level one."

She is not a weak person. The strength of a level one sorcerer is already the top of the pyramid in the sorcery world.

You should know that most sorcerers can only reach level 2 or quasi-level 1 in their entire lives.

As for her, although she is still quasi-level 1 now, level 1 is definitely not a problem, but the workload has not been met.

Yes, I know rationally that the other party is not weak, but I still feel my heart clenched at the moment of disappearance.

Gojo Satoru supported his hands on both sides of the girl and slowly raised his head. His snow-blue eyes were filled with his own reflection, and there was no blank gap.

"But I will worry."

The frost-white long eyelashes trembled like a butterfly flapping its wings, and the boy who was always fearless pursed his lips tightly.

Afraid that she would be injured where he couldn't see, afraid that he would never see her again.

Instead of deliberately making an exaggerated and pitiful expression like in the past, Gojo Satoru now had an indescribable indifference, and his beautiful blue eyes with the color of the clear sky were tinged with a bit of sinisterness.

It was like a volcano about to erupt under the ice.

The momentum looked scary, but in Feng Zaolin's eyes, it was like a kitten deliberately baring its teeth, waiting for her to coax it.

She leaned forward and bit the boy's lips, and then put the tip of her tongue inside.

The boy, who was rolling all kinds of dark thoughts in his mind, was suddenly interrupted and opened his mouth subconsciously.

The leaves outside the window rustled, and the heart was beating wildly in the chest.

A kiss is the meeting of souls on the lips of a lover.

Feng Haya Rin narrowed her eyes, and her fingertips brushed across the boy's beautiful blue eyes, and asked with a smile: "Are you happy?"

Gojo Satoru, who had been stroked by his girlfriend, bit the girl's fingertips lightly, and said cunningly: "We need to kiss again to confirm."

The girl lying on his bed seemed to be full of his breath, which made him feel an indescribable excitement.

Gojo Satoru licked his lips excitedly and emphasized again: "I'm still unhappy~"

Feng Haya Rin felt very funny, who's eyes sparkle when they are unhappy.

The slender white fingers seemed to become a teething stick in the boy's mouth, being licked and bitten gently.

Feng Haya Rin pulled out the wet fingertips stained with a little silver thread, and poked the boy's nose as a prank, and joked: "I thought Satoru was going to have a cold war?"

Unlike his distant appearance, the boy usually likes to chirp and make trouble like a cat, but he didn't say a word in the second half of the mission today, and he was so cold and cold.

"I don't want a cold war!" Gojo Satoru leaned over and rubbed the tip of his nose against the tip of the girl's nose.

The silver threads shimmered in the sunlight, and their souls touched again.

Their tongues intertwined, the sound of their exchanged breaths was infinitely amplified in the room, and their lips and tongues mixed with each other's fluids, becoming more and more lingering.

The girl's fingers were deeply sunken in a frosty white, and her soft and fluffy hair, like its owner, tightly wrapped around her fingertips and refused to let go.

Gojo Satoru lowered his head and intensified the kiss, as if he was tasting candy, unwilling to let go of every corner of the girl's mouth.

Licking and sucking, finally the tip of his tongue greedily hooked and refused to let go.

The six eyes worked diligently, and the girl's red eyes and misty eyes were like pink cherry blossoms dotted with water droplets on the branches after the spring rain, so beautiful that people couldn't take their eyes off.

The school uniform of the technical high school was wrapped very tightly, and the design of the small suit and shirt did not reveal any skin.

Even if he was too greedy, his lips and tongue finally stopped at the neck.

Gojo Satoru muttered in dissatisfaction: "Summer vacation is still better."

The girl in beautiful casual clothes, the exposed porcelain white skin can be kissed, licked and bitten by him at will, leaving his marks.

Hearing his complaints, Feng Haya Rin rubbed his face with a smile: "Of course it's better to have a vacation."

"It's not a vacation." The boy whose face was played with like dough said confidently: "Rin can kiss more places when he is not wearing a school uniform."

Although vacation is also good, it is not worth mentioning compared to the girl.

Huh?

Feng Haya Rin only then realized that compared to going out to play during the summer vacation, the boy who returned to school seemed to be much more restrained.

Think about it carefully.

The place where this guy kissed seemed to be the exposed skin. When wearing a suspender, the clavicle was bitten with saliva, but when wearing a school uniform, only the neck was left with marks.

".....Are you stupid?" She was speechless for three seconds, stretched out her hand and pushed him: "Get up."

Gojo Satoru didn't want to, and buried his head in the girl's neck and pretended not to hear.

"Hurry up." Feng Hayabarin glared at him and said unhappily: "If you don't get up, I won't talk to you for an hour."

Childish means to deal with childish DK.

Gojo Satoru hummed for a while, and then reluctantly turned over.

Feng Hayabarin sat up and slowly took off his school uniform jacket, revealing the pure white shirt inside.

The cat stared, and his beautiful big eyes were bright with surprise.

Obviously, the shameless degree of the wicked cat often shattered people's three views, but it would always be shy because of some inexplicable things.

Unexpectedly cute.

Feng Hayabarin glanced at a certain cat and said in a soft voice: "Do you want me to continue?"

Gojo Satoru swallowed and subconsciously touched his hot nose.

Fortunately, there was no embarrassing nosebleed.

Although he wanted to pretend to be a gentleman, the desire was boiling in his blood vessels, and he nodded honestly.

"You come." Feng Hayabarin took her boyfriend's hand and put it on her bow tie.

It seemed like there were hundreds of bees flapping their wings in the brain at the same time. The overactive nerves and rapid heartbeat made the usually steady hands tremble as if they had Parkinson's disease.

It took a long time to untie

the bow tie, which was not complicated. "Can I?" A shy blush appeared on the boy's fair cheeks, and his slender fingers stroked the buttons of his shirt.

"What will you do if I say no?" Feng Hayashi asked curiously.

The beautiful blue eyes flashed again and again, and finally filled with obscurity and grievance.

Gojo Satoru said dejectedly: "What else can I do? I'm not a bastard who forces my girlfriend."

Feng Hayashi chuckled and tapped the third button with his finger.

Cats are good at pretending to be good, but they are also very thoughtful. They deliberately use more force when playing.

Although the daifuku is in the packaging bag, the part exposed outside can still be tasted secretly.

Shy cat: wit.JPG.