[MTL, BL] If You Refuse a Marriage Proposal from a Thriller NPC, You Will Die

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Jiang Chu was suddenly pulled closer.

The person in the mirror is exactly the same as him, with pale blond hair and eyebrows. When he is not smiling, he looks too cold, like a delicate and indifferent sculpture, but when he is annoyed, his obsidian-like eyes are very emotional.

It's like having a handful of stubborn flames that can be easily extinguished, but has the terrifying power to burn everything.

Very desirable to possess.

The little king was still a little surprised, his lips were frozen rosy, because being pulled closer, the tip of his nose touched the mirror lightly.

You can lick it by sticking out your tongue.

But he couldn't get any closer.

Jiang Chu propped up the frame in time, exerted force on his upper body, and pulled himself away a little bit, and said quite gnashing his teeth:

"Go away..." The person in the

mirror couldn't speak, but just smiled like this, looking very at ease.

And Jiang Chuguang was struggling to leave the mirror.

He realized that he might be dragged in and never get out. In fact, Jiang Chu is quite afraid of ghosts, but he has always been well hidden and has never been discovered.

Suddenly, a flash of lightning flashed in his mind: "Arnold?" The

man in the mirror was stunned for a moment, then looked at him amusingly, and continued to slowly but firmly increase his strength.

It doesn't appear to be the Prince of Spicy Chicken.

The man in the mirror seemed to have run out of patience, and stretched out his other hand to wrap his waist tightly.

"Wow--" The sound of the mirror shattering in the silent night was very clear.

Jiang Chu fell to the ground and confronted the people in the debris. The blond hair fell from his shoulders and landed on the mirror, and the black and beautiful eyes were full of anger and coldness, like the piercing ice in the extreme northern snow.

"What the hell are you?"

The man in the mirror didn't answer, as if he knew he couldn't be pulled in, so he let go of his waist, grabbed his five-fingered hand and dragged it into the mirror, kissing his fingertips.

Jiang Chu felt the cold hair stand on end.

The arm may be missing.

The man in the mirror felt the trembling of his fingertips, suddenly let go of him, opened his mouth and silently made a gesture to him: I will find you tomorrow.

The candles in the room that were about to go dark suddenly lit up. Jiang Chu looked at the wound on his hand cut open by the lens, and took a few deep breaths to calm down.

The servants were suddenly called in and looked at him for unknown reasons. The king, in a loose blue robe, with frost in his eyes, said to them:

"I don't want to see any mirrors." The surly king ordered again willfully, "Smash all the mirrors here!" It

seemed The man who looked like a housekeeper said tremblingly, "Your Majesty, what happened..."

"..." Jiang Chu squinted at the housekeeper.

"It's up to you to ask your master."

He admitted that he had gambling elements. To block the prince and let the ghost go away today, he must reach one.