Chapter Eighteen His Secret

As Fu Wenyuan said that, he leaned forward and pressed his body up, the scorching breath like the hot summer wind fell on his face.

Ye Rong didn't know what he was going to do, and even speculated for a moment that Fu Wenyuan was the fox ghost flower demon in the legend of the ghost who was going to plot against him.

With a panic in his eyes, he subconsciously reached out and pushed the man away from him.

Ye Rong kept a distance from him without a trace, huddled in the corner of the bed and looked back sincerely, and said with difficulty: "It turned out to be reading the "Book of Songs", it's good, very good, Chinese culture is broad and profound..."

Although Ye Rong's discomfort was extremely short-lived, he was keenly caught by him.

Fu Wenyuan frowned slightly in the dim light, straightened up and put on his expression before turning his face to look at Ye Rong again, still smiling, "Rong Rong, come here, come to me."

Ye Rong's hands and feet became cold due to his smile, and he swallowed unconsciously. For a moment, he was so stunned that he forgot to pretend not to advance but to retreat, and only woke up when his lower back touched the cold bed.

As expected, Fu Wenyuan slowly stopped laughing. In the backlight, Ye Rong couldn't see the details of his expression, only that he was staring at him for a moment.

He was waiting for him to speak first, Ye Rong knew that he had always been patient.

Ye Rong clung to the bed quilt beside him, and his fingertips hurriedly rubbed the cross-necked mandarin ducks on the quilt surface, wrinkling them in the palm of his hand.

The two looked at each other, each other's breathing getting heavier.

The sun went down, and the only remaining light was withdrawn from the window, and the room seemed to fall silently into darkness as if the curtain had been drawn.

Ye Rong couldn't wait any longer, and he figured it out. Anyway, if he stretched his head or retracted his head, he was going to be stabbed, and he was afraid of a fart.

With a cold voice, he tried hard to make his voice sound a little stiffer. He raised his chest and asked, "Fu Wenyuan, let me ask you, do you... want my life?"

Fu Wenyuan didn't respond, and Ye Rong heard the rustling of the fabric in the dark.

A surge of hormones from an adult man rushed towards his face, and the heat source suddenly approached, Ye Rong was so frightened that he jumped up, but was strangled by the wrist.

Ye Rong couldn't break free, trembling and sternly said: "Fu Wenyuan, calm down! Don't be impulsive! We have something to say, don't be impulsive!"

Fu Wenyuan rubbed the skin on the inside of his wrist. His body temperature was high, and Ye Rong felt like a branding iron was sticking to his pulse, trying to make his own mark on him.

"Rong Rong, help me take off the ring on my hand, be good, and be obedient." He held Ye Rong with his right hand irresistibly, raised his left hand and put it in his.

At this moment, Ye Rong really felt that he was the unfortunate scholar who entered the ruined temple by mistake in the story of the strange story.

Ye Rong knew with his toes what the outcome of the scholar would be.

Ye Rong closed his eyes and touched the ring on Fu Wenyuan's hand, daring not to move or refuse.

Fu Wenyuan seemed to be in a good mood, scratching his palm, but his words were full of faint threats, "If you don't help me, Rongrong will be punished."

Ye Rong was frightened and angry, he had already peeled off his skin in his mind and stomped on his feet a few hundred times, but he accepted the counsel without the spine, "Wen Yuan...don't be like this, I won't put you on the line. the secret to tell others..."

Fu Wenyuan seemed to have finally been amused by him. He couldn't help but chuckle softly. He decided not to scare him anymore. He let go of him and tapped his head with his knuckles.

Ye Rong, who was suddenly stopped suddenly, retorted him almost without hesitation, "Where am I thinking, the person who pushed me has tattoos on the hands, the same as those on Xie Shan's hands, dare you say this is not what you mean? "

After Ye Rong asked, he wanted to slap himself in the face, yes, everyone let him go, and he rushed to court death again.

Fu Wenyuan had just persuaded his mind and was disturbed by his three or two words. His expression was solemn, and there was a dejected coldness in his eyes. He seemed to be unable to bear it at last. He grabbed Ye Rong's hand and forcefully asked him to peel off his index finger. on the silver ring.

Ye Rong's expectation that Fu Wenyuan would turn into a monster did not appear, he just lowered his head, his voice was as deep as being squeezed out from between his lips and teeth, "I can watch him die coldly no matter who it is in this world. , but only you, Rongrong, I'm not so cruel to you."

He raised his head, and Ye Rong saw that his originally pure black pupils lit up with eerie scarlet, and the blood was so intense that it couldn't be melted.

It was clearly a scene that should be feared, but the moment Ye Rong saw these eyes, even his soul was screaming and throbbing.

There is an endless spread of blood in the depths of my memory, which will never be forgotten.

It doesn't seem to belong to his own memory. There seems to be a pair of eyes that are like stars and moons, filled with gorgeous and strong blood, hoarse in the fire, and come from the distant past to break the ice.

- Don't forget me, please, don't forget me.

——I will find you, Shangqiongbi falls to Huangquan, you can't escape.

——I am willing to live for you and die for you, as long as you... remember me.

Ye Rong trembled uncontrollably, and his head hurt violently. He wanted to grab something, but he only held onto a piece of nothingness.

"Rongrong, don't be afraid, I'm not a monster, and my eyes are not ghost eyes." Fu Wenyuan leaned over and put his arm around him, leaning over his forehead, thinking he was afraid, and stroked his back to comfort him , "I can only see their death. I have never harmed anyone, let alone you."

"Xie Shan's tattoo is the logo of the mercenary group he used to be in. Not only does he have it, but Xie Shan was temporarily called by me this morning. Trust me, it's definitely not Xie Shan, I will find the one who harmed you. Human, trust me."

Ye Rong finally broke free from the hysteria, and immediately heard what Fu Wenyuan said about the Arabian Nights, and said dumbly: "Can you see the death of anyone? Then you said that Zhang Shaohui will die within three months because you saw him. date of death?"

Everyone is afraid of death, no one knows which will come first tomorrow or the accident. If you can see the death of others, then Fu Wenyuan is not a countdown timer in the form of a person, but it is a fateful explosion.

Fu Wenyuan responded: "Yes, I can't control the life and death of others, Zhang Shaohui... That's his own fault."

After he finished speaking, he shook his head again, and said softly, "I can't see everyone. For example, I can't see you."

Ye Rong snorted in surprise and said in disbelief, "Why? Am I special?"

Fu Wenyuan's natural "you are very special" blocked him back.

Ye Rong racked his brains and couldn't think of where he was special, so he had to agree: "The fortune teller used to say that I was special, and my life was very hard."

Fu Wenyuan lowered his eyes and put the ring back on, and when he raised his eyes again, his eyes were no different from ordinary people, "You are very special to me, probably because I don't want to see you linked to death in my heart, so I gave myself a hint. A barrier was erected."

He raised his hand and pointed the circle of small words outside the ring carefully at himself, "This is not really a supernatural ability, many people with sensitive senses have this ability, just like humans can't understand animals' advance perception of natural disasters, wind and rain. Lightning, flowers, birds and Cordyceps may become carriers of information."

"And I can see their death because I smell their stink in advance and see their festering skin, but I can't live in the dead all the time, and this ring is my cue, let me use to separate the two worlds."

Ye Rong was stunned when he heard it, Fu Wenyuan's scientific explanation was hype but reasonable, completely eliminating his fear of him and inexplicably adding a sense of admiration.

It feels like a scumbag admiring Xueba, Ba Ba is so powerful, Ba Ba is really not an ordinary person!

Fu Wenyuan was very satisfied with Ye Rong's reaction, so he let go of him completely, got up and turned on the bronze lantern by the bed.

When Ye Rong saw the lamp, he couldn't help turning into a little expert who complained, and put LED lights in bronze. Are you okay?

Seeing that Ye Rong was distracted, Fu Wenyuan pulled him back in one sentence, "Rong Rong, you've solved your problem, now it's time to solve mine."

This time, Ye Rong climbed out of the corner and sat beside him properly, with his hands on his knees, his eyes frank and reliable, "Okay, if you ask, I must know everything and say everything."

Fu Wenyuan followed suit, and there was a maddening affection hidden in his words, "I fell in love with someone, but I don't know how to make him fall in love with me too, so I want to ask you, can you help me? ?"

[The author has something to say: The CP sense of Fu Wenyuan and Ye Rong's special abilities is that one remembers the past and the other can see the future. Hahahahaha bullshit]