[MTL, BL] Fall In Love with The Sickly BOSS in The Fear Tour

Chapter 103

There was a hint of satisfaction in his eyes, and he coughed and said tentatively, "How is it? Is it alright?"

Fang Xi looked at it, both in the realm of self-cultivation and on this body, he had long hair, but he planned to cut it to avoid unnecessary glances. .

However, seeing Yuan Han'an's nervous gaze, Fang Xi still nodded and decided not to let him spend the night in vain.

"I like it very much." He curved his beautiful eyebrows, which happened to be caught by Yuan Hanan who was looking in the mirror.

Yuan Hanan breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly remembered the lunch that was on the table, secretly annoyed that he did not distinguish between primary and secondary.

He stretched out his hand and brushed the top of Fang Xi's fluffy head, and said slightly embarrassed: "Wait a minute, I'll go and warm up the meal."

Fang Xi slightly raised the corner of his mouth and nodded, "Okay."

Wait until the two have finished eating together . It was two o'clock for lunch, Fang Xi rubbed his full stomach, threw himself into the soft sofa, and let out a comfortable sigh.

From the corner of his eyes, he caught sight of Yuan Hanan who was at the entrance again, Fang Xi blurted out, "You want to go out?"

Yuan Hanan carried his shoes with his back to him, ready to change, Wen Yan hummed, and said, "I'm going out probably Two days."

After thinking about it, he turned his head and said solemnly: "You are at home, don't run around."

Under Yuan Han'an's hidden "I'll break your leg if you dare to run" gaze, Fang Xi was obedient. He sat up straight, nodded, and watched Yuan Hanan open and close the door.

For two days, Fang Xi was lying on the sofa, a little stunned, this world is strangely gentle.

Except for the tomb of King Dun at the beginning, everything that happened afterward seemed like a warm daily life.

It would be great if this were the reality, Fang Xi dazedly touched the Sanskrit on his wrist.

Under his gaze, the Sanskrit trembled, not understanding why he was being targeted by this big guy.

Unexpectedly, the corner of Fang Xi's mouth rose slightly, brought Sanskrit to his mouth, and whispered in a lingering and lingering voice: "The first hour when Yuan Hanan was away, I really missed him."

The man on the plane closed his eyes and rested. Her body trembled, her eyes opened suddenly, and the passing flight attendant noticed the strangeness and stepped forward worriedly and asked, "Hello sir, do you need any help?"

Yuan Hanan took a breath and politely declined. The stewardess, "Thank you, I'm fine."

After the stewardess left, Yuan Hanan put his body back on the back, as if the young man's cool and pleasant voice was still echoing in his ears, he half-closed his eyes to cover his panic, the heat in his chest It means it can't go away.

The corners of Fang Xi's mouth raised more and more arcs, thinking that Yuan Hanan over there must be secretly shy because no one saw him, and the naughty factor hidden in his personality couldn't stop.

For the next time, Fang Xi was immersed in the fun of Sanskrit phone calls, such as "two hours later, I still miss Yuan Han'an".

"The takeaway is not as delicious as Yuan Hanan's cooking"

"What is Yuan Hanan doing?" "Has Yuan Hanan

remembered me?" Yuan Hanan, who had already got off the plane and rushed to his destination, couldn't help but bend the corners of his lips. As soon as he heard the young man complaining about the faint coquettishness of taking out food, his heart began to rise and fall between distress and sweetness. He raised his eyes to look at the tomb of King Dun, his eyes were light and sharp, he would never let Xuan Chi have any accident. A few days later, Yuan Hanan carefully searched the tomb for a long time without any clue. Finally, in the mural painting when he came, a soldier took a box in his wobbly hand. That soldier was different from the others. The outside was covered with a thin layer of flesh that could vaguely see how tough he was before he was born, and the armor he wore was heavier and more complete. When handing him something, his shriveled eyeballs tried to convey a solemn meaning. Yuan Hanan nodded, and when he turned to leave, he unsurprisingly heard the sound of the tomb collapse behind him. I haven't heard a voice from Fan Yin for two days, Yuan Han'an's eyes darkened, worried about Fang Xi, so he planned to rush back all the time. Unexpectedly, Yuan Hanan got off the plane, and was pulled into the toilet by Qi Yuan who looked in a hurry, and Qi Yuan's voice was a little flustered, "Yuan Han'an, several old ancestors already know about you, and now the tomb owner is with them. It's a fight." Yuan Hanan was stunned for a while, his eyes suddenly cold, and he said in a deep voice, "Where are they?"

Qi Yuan grabbed his hand tightly, his eyes turned red, "Are you still going to go?"

Yuan Han said, "You have to go."

After that, he grabbed Qi Yuan with his backhand and said without doubt, "Take it with you. I'll go."

"I can't let you go to die. What good is the owner of the tomb to make you so obsessed." Kihara widened his eyes in disbelief, and asked in a sharp voice.

Yuan Hanan narrowed his eyes and didn't say anything. He just threw off Qiyuan and walked out with great strides.

Qi Yuan didn't understand Yuan Han'an when he saw this. He wanted to find it himself, so he quickly chased after Yuan Han'an, and after a while he whispered, "I'll take you there, but you have to listen to me. Don't act rashly."

Yuan Hanan quickly said ok, and followed behind Qi Yuan with a solemn expression.

Fang Xi's time seemed to stay on the sofa, watching TV for two days without stopping.

The doorbell for the takeaway dinged several times. Seeing that the phone was no longer available, the takeaway brother sighed and placed it at the door.

Suddenly, the Sanskrit on Fang Xi's wrist became hot, Fang Xi hissed and drew his attention back, raised his eyes and squinted to see what was going on.

Seeing that the body of Fan Yin's sword kept trembling, trying to take Fang Xi to stand up, Fang Xi suddenly froze, as if Yuan Han'an hadn't come back for two days.

For some reason, his brain has been groggy for the past two days, as if he can't remember anything, and sometimes he even forgets his name.

The memory seemed to be wrapped in a layer of silk, Fang Xi pursed his lips and rubbed his stinging brain.

However, the connection between Sanskrit and Yuan Han An must be something happened to Yuan Han An.

The huge living room was filled with cold black mist in a short while, and Fang Xi was wrapped in it and could not see the situation clearly. The people in this building subconsciously shook their bodies.

Strange, it was obviously summer, why was there a sudden burst of cold air.

Yin Qi surged towards the sky.

And the other side.

"You—" Yuan Hanan raised his head in astonishment, and looked at his friend who had been in front of him for many years in disbelief.

"Speaking of which, don't be stubborn." Qi Yuan's face was full of worry, if he ignored the cruelty hidden in his eyes.

As his voice fell, many monks and several ancestors suddenly poured out of the open space, surrounding the two of them.

Shen Fenglin, headed by him, snorted

coldly, "How dare you cover up that monster, where do you put all the people in the world?" Yuan Hanan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, stood up, and glanced at the indignant crowd, "I'll take it away. He was wrong, but the real mastermind was someone else."

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