Poor little thing is in a mess in Shura Field

81-1

Chapter 81

Xue Yu looked towards the door with joy. He thought the evil spirit would be afraid.

But he obviously didn't understand evil spirits. The man didn't care at all and continued to pinch his face, as if being discovered didn't matter.

Xue Yu heard the sound of his own jumping. His fingertips trembled, and his white hands made of rice water pressed against the man's abdomen in vain. Because his mouth was inconvenient, he could only vaguely remind him: "Um."

Zhou Qing was interrupted twice. His face was already extremely bad. His original delicate and quiet face made him look a little hideous.

He stared at the lips that were filled with fragrance and said hatefully: "Yes, so what? You promised me. that you would run away because of this."

Xue Yu wanted to bite his lips, but he was afraid of biting the fingers pressing on the edge of his lips, so he held back. He fluttered his eyelashes and complained: "But my mouth is sore. Can I take a break?"

Because nothing had started, this sentence sounded quite ambiguous.

Zhou Qing paused in his movements and expression, and couldn't help asking, "It's so sore after just a pinch?"

Perhaps seeing the signs of looseness on the man's face, Xue Yu hurriedly hummed twice, admitting that he was useless. He moved his hand up and slowly pushed the arm in front of him: "It's really sore."

He lowered his neck, and while the man was talking to him to make him take it lightly, he pushed him.

Perhaps it was because the fragrance made his head dizzy, Zhou Qing actually forgot to resist for a moment, and his hands that had moved heavy objects and carried cargo boxes were pushed away by the strength of the kitten's scratching.

After Xue Yu regained his freedom, he took the opportunity to touch the lock and quickly opened the door: "Class monitor."

"What's wrong with you?"

Fang Shixu, who was as slender as a bamboo at the door, heard Xue Yu's urgent and reluctant voice, raised his eyelids to look, and then his face was obviously startled.

The reason for his strange expression was nothing more than that Xue Yu was different now.

The pretty little face was made to look like a piece of white tender tofu by the water stains, the slightly wet black hair was wrapped around the back of the neck, the clothes on the round shoulders were messy and wrinkled, and there were two red marks as wide as fingers on the chin that was neither round nor pointed. He looked terrible.

The word terrible is used as a compliment here.

Xue Yu knew that the evil spirit was looking at him, and the skin and flesh on his entire back seemed to be poked with several holes by the burning gaze.

When he saw Fang Shixu didn't speak, he blinked anxiously: "... Class monitor!"

Xue Yu thought about telling Fang Shixu about Bai Fu's identity. But he stopped the idea in time, because that would put Fang Shixu in danger.

The evil spirit was stronger than anyone imagined, always carrying a knife, mastering dozens of ways to kill people, and as strong as a bull. And Fang Shixu was just a student after all, and Xue Yu didn't think he could beat the evil spirit.

He could only wait until the evil spirit was not paying attention and contact Officer Xu.

But he thought again... What if he and Fang Shixu were together?

It would take at least ten minutes for Officer Xu to receive the message and dispatch it.

During these ten minutes, the evil spirit could escape at any time. If he and Fang Shixu could hold the evil spirit back together, the police could have fewer people to look for it.