In the end, Shi Sheng still managed to eat meat. Ptui! Sniff …
Feng Jin watched as the white figure paced back and forth around the table, trying to reach for food. He was speechless. Not only had her personality changed, but her IQ had also gone offline.
Shi Sheng expressed that it wasn't that her IQ had gone offline, but that she wasn't used to being a ghost.
She actually couldn't eat meat.
Bad review!
Being a ghost wasn't good at all.
Shi Sheng floated over to Feng Jin. "Is there any way for me to return to the living world?"
Since the male lead had already returned to the living world, there was definitely a way for her to return to the living world.
Feng Jin raised his head to look at her. His gloomy eyes were filled with Yin energy. The temperature in the room seemed to have frozen, and a heavy weight pressed down on Shi Sheng.
Shi Sheng frowned. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly felt that he couldn't move. It was as if invisible ropes had bound his limbs. He couldn't move at all.
F * ck, what's going on?
Feng Jin stood up. His pale fingers pinched Shi Sheng's chin and lifted it slightly.
The moment Feng Jin touched him, Shi Sheng felt as if his chin had been corroded by strong acid. The numbing sensation made him want to die.
"Ning Ying, what did Nalan Ying give you to test me? Hm?"
F * ck, who's testing you? There's cat biscuits!
Shi Sheng grimaced in pain. He summoned the Iron Sword and swung it at Feng Jin.
Do you think I'm a pushover?
Feng Jin frowned the moment the Iron Sword appeared. This sword …
However, the Iron Sword didn't give Feng Jin a chance to think. It slashed at his head.
If Feng Jin wanted to avoid the Iron Sword, he had to let go of Shi Sheng. As soon as he did, the Iron Sword immediately flew back to Shi Sheng's side and cut off the invisible ropes binding him.
As soon as the ropes were removed, Shi Sheng clutched his chin and stomped his feet in pain. He howled at Feng Jin, "Feng Jin, you have cat biscuits!"
I's chin.
F * ck, I'm crippled, aren't I?
Feng Jin stood on the opposite side of the sofa, looking at the Iron Sword beside her with a dark and gloomy gaze.
After a while, Shi Sheng felt the burning pain lessen a little. When he looked up, he saw Feng Jin sizing up the Iron Sword.
"What does Nalan Ying want you to find out from me?" Feng Jin averted his gaze, a hint of fear in his voice.
It had only been a month since he last saw her, but she actually had an unknown sword and even betrayed him …
When he thought of this, Feng Jin's heart surged with anger. Those who betrayed him deserved to die.
It was as if a storm was brewing in the depths of his eyes, and he was about to tear the Shi Sheng apart.
"Hey, hey, don't be so evil." Sensing that something was wrong with Feng Jin's expression, Shi Sheng hurriedly said, "I have nothing to do with Nalan Ying. He's just a pervert. Why would I fall for him? Why are you looking at me like that? You don't believe me? I can't do anything about it. "
Shi Sheng spread his hands with an expression that said, "It's up to you whether you believe it or not. Anyway, it's what I said."
He would turn evil at the slightest disagreement.
He wasn't cute at all. He definitely wasn't her Feng Ci.
Shi Sheng held the Iron Sword and gauged the strength of both sides. In the end, he chose to give up.
She really wanted him to come over and let her touch him. If this guy wasn't Feng Ci, she would chop him up.
But now that she wasn't sure, she didn't dare to cut him down.
Feng Jin stared at her, deep in thought.
The entire room fell silent. Ghosts didn't breathe, but Shi Sheng could barely hear Feng Jin's breathing.
If it weren't for his rising and falling chest, she would have suspected that this guy was also a ghost.
"Tonight, do it for me."
After saying this, Feng Jin turned around and went into the study.
Do it for him?
Do it for him?
Seriously!
I'm so angry!
Shi Sheng poked the Iron Sword at the sofa in Feng Jin's house. In the end, he felt that it wasn't enough to vent his anger, so he slashed it a few more times. Just like that, the innocent sofa was dismembered.
…
Half an hour before midnight, Feng Jin came out of his room. When he saw the mess in his room, he was momentarily speechless.
He looked at the female ghost in white who was sitting on a high chair piled up by a pile of junk. She had her legs crossed and her head propped up in her hands. She was humming an unknown tune.
If it weren't for the ghost contract between them, he really would have suspected that she had been impersonated.
Although Ning Ying had a bit of a temper in the past, she was very obedient. She never dared to be so impudent in front of him.
She was going to tear down his house.
Feng Jin clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles cracked. What if he wanted to strangle her?
Shi Sheng floated over to Feng Jin with the Iron Sword in tow and waved his hand domineeringly. "Lead the way."
Yep, I want to strangle her even more now.
The room was a little dim, so Feng Jin's face was hidden in the darkness. However, his eyes emitted a faint, cold light.
Shi Sheng cautiously floated back a distance. "I sell my body, not my skills. Although I'm a ghost you're raising, I won't allow you to have an unfinished relationship with a ghost."
Not his skills?
His skills in bed?
Feng Jin resisted the urge to strangle Shi Sheng and opened the door to leave.
Before Shi Sheng could follow, the door slammed shut with a bang.
Shi Sheng was so startled that he slammed on the brakes. His face was full of emotions.
That's not right. She can just go through the wall. Why did he stop?
Shi Sheng dragged the Iron Sword out the door. He did go out, but the Iron Sword was stuck.
The Iron Sword was a physical object. Naturally, it couldn't go through the door.
Feng Jin silently watched as Shi Sheng made a fool of himself.
In the end …
His door was gloriously sacrificed and died without a burial place.
He was chopped in half!!
Feng Jin: "…"
This violent maniac!!
Satisfied, Shi Sheng dragged the Iron Sword out the door. How could a small matter like this stump him?
He couldn't put the Iron Sword away. That bastard Feng Jin wanted to kill him. Saving his own life was more important.
"Put it away." Feng Jin shifted his gaze from Security Door's corpse, which had completed its mission, to Shi Sheng.
Shi Sheng hid the Iron Sword behind his back. "I can cut off my head and bleed, but I can't drop my weapon. This is a weapon forged from my soul. I won't take it."
Feng Jin: "…" Where did this chuunibyou come from?
He took a deep breath. "It can't turn invisible. It'll attract attention."
"Are you kidding me? Who would be outside at this hour? Aren't they afraid of running into ghosts?"
Shi Sheng made it clear that he wasn't going to take it. What could he do about it?
Feng Jin glanced at the broken security door one more time, then silently turned around and walked toward the elevator.
Although he lived in an ordinary residential area, there was no one on this floor. Even if someone came, they wouldn't be able to enter. Hence, it was fine even if the door was left open.
Shi Sheng eagerly followed him in. Unwilling to give up, he kept trying to touch Feng Jin.
Feng Jin didn't look at him and ignored him.
After they got into the car, Shi Sheng finally calmed down.
She had to think of a way to suppress the ghost contract between her and Feng Jin. Otherwise, if she really pissed Feng Jin off and he wanted to kill her, she probably wouldn't be able to escape.
There were a lot of restrictions in a contract.
For example, the ghost contract between her and Feng Jin was a master-servant contract.
If Feng Jin wanted her dead, she wouldn't be able to resist.
For the sake of her life, Shi Sheng decided not to tease Feng Jin for the time being.
She would tease him again when she found a way.
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