The Five-year-old Milk of the Xuanmen Group’s Favorite Boss

   Chapter 343 Bewitched

   Physically speaking, Jiang Na, who opened one eye and closed the other, did not dare to say a word, and only sighed in her heart.

   There are so many people in the world, and there are only a few Taoist temples who have made great achievements in Feng Shui metaphysics.

   Of course, there is also a great family of feng shui metaphysics.

   But before, the world was relatively peaceful and stable. They seldom traveled around and did not have those extravagant items. Usually, they liked to compare the younger generation, among various Taoist temples, and among various families.

   The Xie Ci in front of her is the most talented child of Fengshui and metaphysics in the Xie family. After entering the Taoist temple of Shangqing, he quickly became a genius in the Taoist temple. In the past, he was a leader in almost all populations.

   Of course, that changed more than two years ago.

   I don't know where a young cub named Tang Jin appeared out of nowhere, with a milky voice. After a few jobs, he quickly replaced the role that Xie Ci had praised by the elders.

  Although the two had only met a few times and hardly ever spoke, Xie Ci still regarded Tang Jin as his only opponent without a doubt.

   But the geniuses let the geniuses think about themselves and tangle—

   has nothing to do with ordinary people like her.

   As for whether they can do it or not, it’s great or not.

   It's best for her to keep her head down and not get involved.

  Seeing Jiang Na's silence, Xie Ci's somewhat indifferent expression was broken, her cheeks bulged slightly, and she felt a little more youthful all of a sudden, and she was puffed up - and then let out her breath.

   "Forget it, I heard that before people came to Taoist temples, their family was a big and rich family. It's different from our families. They can enjoy all the glory and wealth. Maybe they're a little slack. After all, they're still a child."

  No one talked to him, and he coaxed himself, raised his hand and tugged at his clothes, smoothing the fabric—

   "Go back first. Since there is something haunting, it will definitely appear again later. We will deal with it at that time, and you will keep an eye on it from tomorrow."

   "Brother said yes."

   But you never thought that maybe the reason why the guided black energy dissipated was that it had been driven out?

   Jiang Na thought to herself, but she dared not follow the proud young master.

  The two have already walked out of the street, slowly looking for the direction from which they came, preparing to go back to sleep.

   was walking when Xie Ci suddenly frowned, not knowing what to think.

   "No, Tang Jin's family is so rich, why was the Sanqing Taoist Temple so poor before?"

  Several Taoist temples are not very close, but the times he visited, Sanqing Taoist temple gave him the feeling that it was a Taoist temple that had not been repaired and maintained for many years, which was really incompatible with other Taoist temples.

   "...Uncle Qingshan leaked money."

   "Such a wealthy family can't stop it—it's pretty miserable."

  ***

   The other side of the night.

   It can be seen that in the warm little apartment that has just been renovated for a month or two, a figure is curled up on the bed and asleep.

   It is summer now, and the temperature is gradually rising, but it is still relatively cool at night, and the breeze blows in from the window, which is just the right temperature to sleep comfortably.

   But the person on the bed writhes a bit and reaches for the quilt.

  The more decorative than functional thermometer hanging on the wall is slowly lowering the temperature—

   Even when covered with a quilt, it feels a biting chill.

   Feng Shilin shrank, turned over in a daze, and was dazed by the cold, and was about to reach out to turn on the bedside lamp and close the window—

   found himself unable to move.

   Something seemed to protrude from the bed, slowly sliding across her skin, tightening in circles from her back to her neck.

   The cold touch and the slight suffocation finally made Feng Shilin's drowsiness dissipate. She stared at the ceiling in extreme horror, opened her mouth and tried to breathe.

ghost-

   There are ghosts! !

   Her neck was strangled, and she could only make a few embarrassed breath sounds.

  Mingming is not afraid of doing whatever she wants with the hairpin, which seems to be able to fulfill her wishes, but it is her who will be paralyzed when people really encounter such things.

   "Not enough—not enough—"

   A hoarse and deep voice sounded, with a deep sense of dissatisfaction.

   "I need more-more-more!"

   Feng Shilin's eyes widened as she watched a pair of green eyes suddenly appear in the air, and the surrounding light black mist outlined the opponent's figure.

   looked at the terrified her, and the other party laughed instead. The low, hoarse and malicious voice made goose bumps pop out.

   "Why are you—so surprised—?"

   Those emerald green eyes are so terrifying that people dare not look directly. In this dark night, they are like the most dangerous predator. You have no idea where it will come out, and you have no idea where it is safe.

   "I clearly helped you achieve many of your wishes—"

   This thing's voice was soft and harsh.

   The strength of tightening her neck was unabated.

   "Charming men, dealing with those nasty guys—your character really matches mine, malicious, I want more maliciousness, more resentment, more negativity—"

  Thousand-year-old monsters have not taken the right path from the beginning, relying on negative emotions to enhance their strength, most like to follow behind people with unhealthy minds, making her more and more do whatever she wants, disrupting everything, and allowing negative emotions to breed.

   It doesn't understand where human's sadness, grief and grief come from, but human beings themselves understand.

   Hurt relatives, alienate lovers, backstab friends—

   is so delicious.

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  Before going to bed, Feng Shilin, who had been immersed in a better life in the future, burst into tears and tried her best to open her mouth to breathe.

   "Give me more malice," the voice pierced into her ears, "more, more, from now on—don't scream, you don't want to die tonight, do you?"

   said this, its hand slowly loosened.

   Feng Shilin's throat was sore, cold sweat broke out, and she was gasping for breath.

   The clarity of the eyes slowly disappeared.

   "We can continue to cooperate, you have already tasted the sweetness, haven't you? The pursuit of seniors, the envy of everyone, the high position that has never been before, the upcoming hospital stay-"

   That voice gradually became bewitching.

   When the eyes of the other party were slowly filled with longing, the 'hand' composed of pitch-black mist slowly probed into Feng Shilin's head, and penetrated through the nose, mouth, and ears.

   "There is a couple in the research institute who have been in love for seven years and are about to get married in two months. They snatched the man over and hooked up—"

   "No, I don't like—"

   Feng Shilin subconsciously refused.

   She was able to use the ability to make a wish to break up the senior and the senior, so naturally she would not have any ideological and moral burdens for such a thing.

   Just because the other party doesn't fit her aesthetic.

   (end of this chapter)