Chapter 18 Do you want to add some cumin?
Thunder roared, followed by a downpour.
Raindrops fall to the world, beating on the delicate blooming red roses.
The petals fell to the muddy soil one by one, and the fragrance of flowers could no longer be smelled.
Underground, the fireplace was still glowing and crackling.
The air is vaguely mixed with an indescribable smell, which adds a bit of horror to this silent space.
Even Aisha, who is familiar with the script, is a little confused at the moment.
For a moment, Aisha fell into deep thought.
This time, she won't be able to fix it.
"It's a pity that it's raining outside, and I can't eat open-air barbecue."
Anyway, this gift has been crushed by her, whoever likes it can eat it.
Break the game!
Resisting the urge to curse, Cen Qing took a deep breath, blinked at Lu Zhiyao,
"I'm really sorry, I'm afraid this gift will not be replenished until the next time."
Throwing the heart on the ground casually, Cen Qing was afraid that Aisha would let her pick it up and eat it later, so he went up and stepped on it a few times.
"it does not matter
Lu Zhiyao breathed a sigh of relief quietly, and followed Cen Qing's words to make the matter round.
"Late may be the best..."
Not knowing why, Cen Qing blurted out this sentence.
It seems that she wanted to say that to Lu Zhiyao a long time ago.
"Since the Earl has said so, we can only wait for the next time.
"Remember to bake it next time, thank you."
Cen Qing smiled.
No, to be precise, there will be no next time.
She is going to run away with Jiang Ci tonight!
She doesn't want to stay in this **** place for a second!
The rain was pattering, and the damp breath swept every corner of Cen Qing's body.
It's like a poisonous snake attached to the skin, trying to get rid of it but can't get rid of it...
The sticky feeling of blood under the feet is constantly stirring Cen Qing's fragile nerves.
Everything that happened here seems too real...
The door was pushed open by Aisha, and the servant outside handed over an umbrella in time.
The rainwater splashed to the ground, creating circles of spray.
"Send my distinguished guest away first."
Now when Cen Qing saw Aisha, he started to get goosebumps for no reason.
He simply found a reason to dismiss her.
After all, she is also the heroine of the novel, I believe Lu Zhiyao can handle it.
"Okay, Lord Earl."
Aisha leaned over and performed a standard court salute to Cen Qing.
Then he handed the umbrella to the boy next to him.
"You are really lucky, it is your honor to be able to hold the umbrella for the Earl."
Aisha sighed in a low voice, and followed Lu Zhiyao away.
Before parting, Cen Qing and Lu Zhiyao looked at each other, and both of them breathed a sigh of relief.
The game is over and the crisis is resolved.
No need to panic anymore.
The sound of rain falling on the umbrella surface made a heavy sound, but it was extremely reassuring.
The boy stood in the rain holding an umbrella, with most of his shoulders exposed.
It drenched in an instant.
fell into the ground, never to be found again.
"Let's go back."
Cen Qing held the handle of the umbrella and moved it in the direction of Jiang Ci.
Looks inadvertently fell on his injured left arm.
The wound on his left arm... seems to have healed?
The slash just now was so hard, he could still raise his arm to hold the umbrella.
And with his movements, the white shirt did not have blood stains again.
Jiang Ci's physique is quite special.
"Okay, Lord Earl."
Jiang Ci bent over and moved the umbrella towards Cen Qing.
The rain fell down the umbrella ribs onto his thin shoulders, with a bit of coldness.
"The game is over, Jiang Ci."
Cen Qing was about to take a step forward, when he heard a familiar voice behind him, he turned around and stood in front of Jiang Ci.
"I thought my sister would like this game very much."
The young man raised his head, his dark eyes were filled with emotions that Cen Qing could not understand.
It's just that his right eye seems to be injured, with red blood streaks spreading, looking like a vicious beast.
No wonder when I saw him in the morning, his eyes were covered with gauze.
"you know me well?"
Obviously, Jiang Ci standing in front of her is not normal.
Moreover, he gave her the feeling that fear was far greater than sympathy.
But at present, Cen Qing has no memory of the original owner, so he can only choose to insinuate.
"I was created by my sister, I know my sister better than anyone else."
The young man's pale fingertips caressed her rosy cheeks, causing a slight electric current.
Cen Qing was so excited that his body trembled.
The Jiang Ci in front of him is more dangerous than the 'Jiang Ci' in the laboratory.
The cold touch of his cheeks made Cen Qing's body stiffen, but his legs were as if they had been filled with heavy lead, and he couldn't take a step.
It's like being locked by a violent beast, and I can't break free...
"My sister left me here a year ago, turned around and left. Now, are you going to take Ah Ci back?"
The young man half bent over and looked at her.
The dark eyes are full of innocence and dependence, which is quite different from the strength just now.
"Yes, I'm here to pick you up."
Cen Qing suppressed his nervousness and followed what he said as much as possible.
Anyway, she is going to take Jiang Ci away tonight.
This place is too weird, and the pinhole on his arm is shocking.
It made Cen Qing even more scared.
"My sister is used to deceiving people with her mouth. She said she brought me to the amusement park last time. Didn't she also lock me up in this ghost place?"
The young man's lips curled up, but this smile made Cen Qing's back feel cold.
Has the original owner ever done such a heartless thing?
"No, I won't lie to you in the future."
"Can you... trust me again?"
Pulling the corner of his clothes, Cen Qing shivered from the coldness around him.
The rainy season in early autumn is still cold, and she is wearing an antique skirt bought from a museum.
The coldness soaked through the fabric along with the cool wind, making Cen Qing's hairs stand on end.
It's a terrible rainy season!
(Skip this paragraph, I just came to make up the number of words. The system often deletes the number of words, so I don’t make up for fear of being deleted. Let’s make do with it. I don’t make it up again. It’s not coherent, so I have to make it up again. More than 200 words are enough, read it brokenly, and cross this paragraph)
(Continue to think about it, I originally wanted to write a post-apocalyptic cookie, but I couldn’t stop the car when I was rushing to the plot, I have saved a lot of manuscripts, and now I can’t keep up with the readers’ comments hahahahahaha, so I just kept silent Save the manuscript, don’t pay too much attention to bugs in the logic of the world view, after all, I used to write emotional flow, there must be something wrong, please bear with me)
(I forgot what the system deleted those more than 300 characters. The incoherent sentence is so uncomfortable, but I dare not change it if I want to, for fear of being deleted hahahahahaha, ignore me, thank you)
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