Go Through My Demon Host

With a smile on her white and curved lips, Mingyan's delicate facial features are even more energetic, "Is Dr. Jiang complimenting me?"

"I don't praise you, who can I praise?" Jiang Yiran rubbed his white-stained head with his slender, jade-like palms, and his voice was sweet and indulgent: "In this world, there is only one you."

Ouyang Shi's death completely broke Nan Yonghe's last tight thread.

All of them are almost dead.

Isn't it, next, it's his turn!

He doesn't want to die, he doesn't want to die!

There has never been a moment when Nan Yonghe regretted so much.

He is suspicious of everything around him, and even often asks others, "Is it you? Did you do it!"

Everyone else thought that Nan Yonghe was under too much mental pressure, that's why he was like this.

All advised Nan Yonghe to rest at home for a few days.

But Nan Yonghe showed no appreciation, and even said, "Are you just trying to murder me when I'm alone?!"

Now,

Everyone felt that something was wrong with Nan Yonghe.

He was paranoid all day long. Some people suspected that Nan Yonghe suffered from persecution paranoia, and some people said that Nan Yonghe suffered a nervous breakdown due to too much pressure.

The current Nan Yonghe didn't dare to be alone at all, for fear that someone would come out and dismember him.

More afraid of the dark.

Because in the dark, there is no sense of security.

Only when walking in a crowded place can Nan Yonghe feel relieved.

Witnessing the tragic death of those people, my heart is even more unable to calm down.

The torment of waiting for death is even more frightening.

Dianbai lightly observed Nan Yonghe, who was restless, and tilted his head slightly.

perhaps,

The woman at the time was just as frightened.

"Father, let's have some porridge." The hand that was dyed white and slender as jade was holding a thermal insulation box, which contained the porridge cooked by the nanny.

only,

Also added a little something -

hallucinogens.

It's just an illusion.

These days,

Dyeing brings porridge to Nanyong He every day, the medicine enters the bone marrow, and there is no possibility of healing.

Feng Luo: produced by the system, the quality is guaranteed! Hit the promotion now, only 998, take home the hallucinogen! Don't miss it if you pass by! After this village, there is no such shop.

Come and buy it!

The denial of being a total salesman: A little proud of Mao?

No, it's an illusion (covers face)

Even if you ask medical personnel to test with the most sophisticated instruments, they will not detect the slightest.

Nan Yonghe yawned tiredly. He had formed a habit of drinking porridge these days.

It tastes really good and tastes good.

I didn't dare to sleep well. As soon as I closed my eyes, it was as if I wanted to get those tragically dead bodies and the events of the past, so scared that Nan Yong would only dare to be in a bright place.

So the state of the body drops rapidly.

As for Ranbai, who brings porridge to him every day, his face softened and he said, "I have a heart."

Nan Yonghe turned to look at Dianbai.

I don't know if I don't see it, I was startled when I saw it.

It turned out to be a doll with bleeding eyes!

Nan Yonghe's body stiffened in an instant, and fell to the ground in a moment, roaring: "Go away!"

He was cold all over, as if he had been soaked in ice water.

Ranbai knew what Nan Yonghe looked like, and saw something that shouldn't be seen.

Dyeing Bai lowered his eyes slightly, and his eyes that were as crystal clear as black gems flashed a deep and eerie light.

It is a pity to look at the porridge sprinkled on the ground,

Gee,

Pity.

The girl lowered her eyes, stirred the hem of her clothes with her hands uneasily, and said at a loss: "Yes, I'm sorry, I... I'll leave right away."

Whoever looked at it couldn't help but pity this poor child.

Zheng Ping's face darkened. He knew about Nan Yonghe's situation these days, and he often lost his temper inexplicably.