On the winter night in the imperial capital, it was as thick as it could not be melted like ink.

Qin Wenrou tossed and turned and couldn't sleep soundly.

The carefully designed stolen stolen scene during the day was actually cracked so easily by the ugly monster and her dog legs.

She really couldn't figure out why the ugly monster bought Qin Xin's rosewood bed?

That's something she's always wanted but can't get!

The more you can't get it, the more you want it.

She carefully recalled the whole process and confirmed that this time the plan was really meticulous and foolproof. If the ugly monster did not suddenly take the contract...

Therefore, the key to the matter was destroyed by Qin Xin's hands. Everyone was dead and actually dug such a big hole before death.

"This expensive bed is not left for my sister, but sold to an outsider. Qin Xin, you are so shameless. What school beauties, what goddesses, those who voted are blind, and what are the good things about the pale and dead person? You are only married to the cripple short-lived vixen-"

Qin Wenrou gritted her teeth and couldn't help but curse.

In the dark night, there were no outsiders in the Qin family, and she didn't have to pretend to be as delicate as she maintained her ladylike image in front of Lan Yingjun.

She vented her displeasure.

Of course.

Just as she finished scolding the phrase "The short-lived vixen who is only married to the cripple", the temperature in the room seemed to have suddenly dropped by more than ten degrees!

"You said, who is, fox, raccoon?"

The cold and sharp voice sounded in her ears, word by word!

Qin Wenrou was so scared that she sat up from the mattress.

Have a nightmare?

Otherwise, how could you hear the voice of that dead woman Qin Xin?

She gasped and looked around the room nervously.

However, the room was very quiet, and there was no sound at all except for her own "huff" and "huff" gasping sound.

She licked her lips and thought to herself, it turns out that she was thinking too much before going to bed, and it was easy to have nightmares. Forget it, I don’t think about it anymore. Anyway, although this time I failed, she still had the ugly handle in her hand, and she could...

Just as she was comforting herself, suddenly, with a strange sound, her heart rose again, and her thump was about to come out of her throat.

"who……?!"

She trembled and shook her whole body into a sieve in vain.

The window was blown open at some point, and the cold wind poured in, making the whole room look even more gloomy, like the underworld.

"You don't know who I am? I still want to be greedy for my rosewood bed today. I was scolding me just now. I forgot who I am so soon?"

A cold voice drifted in with the cold wind.

Qin Wenrou's hair stands straight!

His eyes were almost glaring out of his eyes, staring straight at the strange window, and he was speechless: "You...you..."

Could it be Qin Xin’s unjust soul, who came to ask for her life?

No, no, there are no ghosts in this world, and Qin Xin has no complete corpse, it is impossible... it is absolutely impossible...

However, the next second, the three words "Impossible" were tightly stuffed back to her throat.

I saw the window completely blown away by the cold wind, and a white shadow floated into the bedroom in a vast white mist!

Her feet did not touch the ground, and she floated directly to Qin Wenrou's bedside!

White fog = Yin Qi!

White clothes ==Shrine!

The feet are three inches away from the ground ==floating!

Qin Wenrou's eyes were protruding out of her sockets and could not go back!

She couldn't even make a scream in her throat - she felt a powerful force that was squeezing her throat tightly, and she couldn't make a sound.
Chapter completed!