Chapter 315 Nanyan Manor, will it be our home (second update)

Author: Yirenweihua

Chapter 315 Nanyan Manor, will it be our home (second update)

Qiao Luoyan wanted to avoid the other party's kneeling.

But her body seemed to be suppressed by a force. No matter how hard she struggled, her feet standing there could not shake a single point.

The man knelt on the ground in a humble manner, and his head gently touched Qiao Luoyan's white shoes.

The dark red blood on his forehead dyed the shoe red in an instant.

Qiao Luoyan frowned tightly, and wanted to retreat psychologically to avoid the other party's behavior that was both pious and intimate.

But as before, her feet weigh tens of millions of pounds, and she couldn't move any force no matter how hard she tried.

At this moment, the male ghost whispered: "The base camp of the Ghost Realm is in the Kingdom of Siam. The king of the Ghost Realm is a Taoist monk named Asaratad.

They are all a group of desperate people, and they do evil things that damage their good deeds and karma…”

When the male ghost spoke faster and said these things that no one in the ghost realm knew about, his body began to spontaneously burn.

The dark blue flame swept across the male ghost's body. When he was about to turn into ashes, Qiao Luoyan clearly heard him growling: "Aorong is the Ghost King, the protective umbrella of all the Chinese tribes in the Ghost Realm. He, he, believe it!"

The last three words are so light and so sonorous and powerful.

Almost the male ghost squeezed out from his teeth.

Both ghosts turned into ashes in just a few minutes.

The dimly lit corridor returned to dazzling light when they all disappeared.

There were rapid footsteps behind him, and familiar anxious calls: "Jiaoer? Qiaoer, are you here?"

The anxious tone belongs to Master Pei Jiu.

Qiao Luoyan said without looking back: "I'm here!"

She slowly lowered her head, staring at the two black ash on the ground in the corridor.

It was these two traces that made Qiao Luoyan confirm that everything before was not an illusion, but actually happened.

The only two ghosts she had come into contact with in this world died in front of her eyes, and she didn't give her a chance to react.

There are also the things they said before, the Ghost Realm, the Ghost King, countless detained souls in China, and the planners behind the scenes.

The complex truth at the tip of the iceberg made Qiao Luoyan's heart sink to the end.

Why do you have to come to her for this kind of thing? How can a force that can capture the souls of the world be able to compete with her own strength?

If you say you hit the stone with an egg, you will look down on her, and this is clearly a gift from someone.

Staring at the dark red blood on the upper, Qiao Luoyan felt like he was being plotted.

When the male ghost knelt down and worshiped her, there was a cause and effect between them.

Since there is cause and effect, she will definitely not be able to escape.

"Joer!"

The sound of anxious worry sounded from behind, and Qiao Luoyan was hugged in his arms by the familiar safe chest.

Pei Yinan's light breath rang in her ears.

A slightly hoarse voice, sexy and low.

His breath was uneven, and his voice always asked gently: "Where did you go? I've been looking for you for almost an hour!"

Qiao Luoyan turned his head and looked at the sweaty man. Her delicate face looked confused.

"I've been away for an hour?"

Why does it take her to feel it only takes about 10 or 20 minutes?

Pei Yinan found something wrong with her, and a slight look of surprise flashed in her eyes and asked tentatively: "Don't you remember?"

Qiao Luoyan blinked, tilted his head and asked, "What should I remember?"

Pei Yinan pondered for a moment, and asked in a low voice: "Do you still remember how you came to the 13th floor?"

Qiao Luoyan nodded: "You suddenly disappeared after the power outage in the elevator, and then the elevator drove on the 13th floor. I'll come out to find you."

Pei Yinan looked at her with affectionate eyes, and the beautiful peach blossom eyes were filled with infinite tenderness, and a bit of pathological paranoid dark light flashed.

He adjusted his breathing, his voice deliberately lightened, and his words clearly said: "An hour ago, the elevator we were taking suddenly stopped on the 13th floor. There might be something wrong with the circuit on this floor, and the corridor was pitch black.

I didn't watch it at first sight, and you walked out of the elevator. When I came out to find you, you didn't know where you were. I called the guard downstairs to come up to find you, and I have been finding you now."

Qiao Luoyan clearly remembered that he had fallen into darkness in the elevator before, but why did he change when he got to Pei Yinan?

She frowned unhappily, guessing that the two ghosts before should have used illusion.

When Qiao Luoyan frowned and looked thoughtful, a slender and fair hand gently stroked the corners of her eyes with distinct joints.

"Joer, did you encounter something?"

Pei Yinan's voice is gentle, and his words are mixed with worry and pity.

Qiao Luoyan felt the warm fingertips as warm as jade, gently rubbed the ends of her eyes, and the warmth reached the bottom of her heart, feeling indescribable comfort.

She raised her eyes and looked at the man in front of her with concern, and the corners of her lips were slightly bent.

She changed the subject and said with a smile: "What can I do? You have found me on this floor for an hour?"

Pei Yinan's eyes and eyebrows are cold and arrogant when he does not express his expression, giving people a sense of distance that is not close to others and is born with.

He nodded slightly, with a handsome and almost charming face with a serious expression and a low and gentle voice: "I have searched all the floors, and even someone stared at the monitoring room downstairs.

I searched upstairs and downstairs twice, but you seemed to have disappeared out of thin air. I just heard your voice, which was like a sound of nature to me."

He held Qiao Luoyan's hand tightly, for fear that the person in front of him would disappear in the blink of an eye.

Qiao Luoyan lowered his eyes and saw the back of his hand with blue veins rising, and knew that this person's emotions were being restrained.

She grabbed Pei Yinan's warm palm and said softly: "Let's go back."

"good--"

Pei Yinan pursed his thin lips tightly, took Qiao Luoyan's hand and turned around and left.

Suddenly, two charred marks on the ground attracted his attention.

Pei Yinan paused his feet on the spot, stared at the black ashes on the ground, looked up at Qiao Luoyan, and asked, "What did you just burn?"

Qiao Luoyan followed his gaze and shook his head gently.

Recalling the two ghosts that had died before, she said in a cold tone: "It's not me."

Pei Yinan saw the dark red blood stain on Qiao Luoyan's upper again, and pulled it up and said a little: "Jiaoer, are you injured?!"

He let go of the other party's hand and bent over to check the blood on his shoes.

Just as Pei Yinan reached out his hand, Qiao Luoyan quickly took two steps back to prevent the other party from touching the blood of the dead soul containing evil spirits.

Her voice was clear and a hint of impatient: "This is not my blood, let's go back first."

Hearing her unhappiness, Pei Yinan's deep eyes were slightly dark, and the emotions in his eyes seemed to despise everything in the world, and his coldness hit the heart.

However, when he stood up, he restored his previous gentle image.

Pei Yinan has a gentle temperament, extremely handsome facial features, clear and charming eyebrows and eyes, and a gentle expression, which is so gentle and gentle, giving the good demeanor of a young man from a noble family.

He could not tell anything wrong with him, and he held Qiao Luoyan's hand and walked away quickly.

This time, the two of them did not take the elevator, but climbed several floors directly to their home on the 18th floor.

Before entering the door, Pei Yinan shook Qiao Luoyan's hand vigorously.

His thin lips raised a light curve, his romantic and passionate peach blossom eyes half-closed, and his whole body looked lazy and harmless.

Master Pei Jiu'er gently looked at Qiao Luoyan, and asked casually: "Jiaoer, can we move to Rose Manor in a while?"

Rose Manor sounds a bit familiar.

Qiao Luoyan thought about it and then remembered that the other party had mentioned this place at the ancient martial arts meeting.

She raised her eyebrows slightly and asked, "Is it the private estate where you are going to hold a elixir auction?"

Pei Yinan nodded: "Yes."

Qiao Luoyan chuckled and said, "You mean to hide the beauty in the golden house?"

Rose Manor is Pei Jiuye’s private manor, and this name sounds like a beautiful woman in a golden house.

Pei Yinan could see her thoughts from Qiao Luoyan's every frown and smile.

His peach blossom eyes were filled with indulgence and doting, and his eyes were gentle as water, and he said softly: "I am going to rename it Nanyan Manor, which will be our home and only belong to us."

When Qiao Luoyan heard this, a sweet feeling suddenly surged from somewhere in his heart.

The two words Nanyan are not exactly the characters extracted from Pei Yinan's name and her name.

Qiao Luoyan suppressed the joy that spreads in his heart.

She raised her eyebrows at Pei Yinan, squinted her eyes and smiled evilly: "I think the name Nanyan is much easier than Rose."

Her arrogant tone and her pretended calm expression were exposed by the joy that filled her eyebrows.

After talking, Qiao Luoyan pushed open the door in front of him.

The Yan family members sitting in the living room heard the movement from the entrance and looked back at the door.

Pei Yinan heard the implication of Qiao Luoyan's words, and also saw the pleasure between her eyebrows and eyes, knowing that the other party agreed.

He held Qiao Luoyan's little hand happily and walked into the house with elegant and calm steps.

Then, he was greeted by four pairs, full of inquiry and picky eyes.

My little ones, please give me a monthly ticket ~

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!