Chapter 93

He is wan Jingting's half brother, so we must meet again in the future. Tong en doesn't want to tear his face, or he hasn't come to the point of tearing his face with him yet. His tone is as calm and gentle as possible, and he doesn't want to detain himself in a rage.

The man suddenly laughed, eyes are very bright, very God, staring at her and said, "put, I'll let you go now, but before you put, you have to write down my name."

Tong en raised his eyes and looked at his face. He pulled her hand and opened her palm without hesitation. He wrote three words in her palm.

Tong en was attracted to the past by a magic force, slowly, slowly. She bent down and lowered her head to see the face of the man. Was she chanting here alone so late?

She was dressed in an elegant cheongsam and knelt in a place with her hands together, as if she was reciting something.

The next time she turned back, she saw a man kneeling on the futon in the corner.

This room is much colder than the one just now. It's very cold. It seems that there are many past events buried here. From the moment she stepped into the manor, she felt that every corner of the manor was a trace of vicissitudes, like a thick book full of dust.

Tong en had no choice but to open the door and ask the man how to get out of here. With a slight push and a creak, Tong en boldly went in, but found that this was not the room just now.

this door is as like as two peas, and is she running back?

This warm light ignites Tong en's hope again. She drags her weak legs forward, raises her head, takes a deep breath, and stands in front of the closed door.

That room is occupied!

Tong en slapped every door and didn't respond. He was exhausted and walked forward on the wall. Tong en blinked, thought he was wrong, and rubbed his eyes again. The crack of the door not far away overflowed with thin orange light.

"No one! Answer me

The manor was a maze that trapped her. She ran around in the same place. It was lonely and dark all around, and sometimes the cold wind came in through the window.

Tong en ran forward with all her strength, only breathing in her ear. Why can't she find a way out.

The road ahead was dark and the air smelled of decay.

……

"She runs so fast." Wan xiuren opened his lips and pursed his cup. His cool eyes fell: "I still have a lot to tell her."

Then he stepped back, his eyes still staring at Tong en. Tong en clenched his hand and glared at him, just like a psychopath. He opened the door and ran out without looking back.

"My name is wan xiuren." He said, "I hope you remember the name."

Tong en tugged at his hand and could feel every stroke he wrote.

A heart beat up and down, Tong en gently called out, "Hello, do you know how to get out of this manor?"

That person didn't pay attention to her, Tong en drooped his eyes and pondered, and asked again.

A few seconds later, the woman still didn't reply. Tong en took a breath, inquired around, and walked slowly to the window. There was no dust on the window frame. It was cleaned very clean, but from this window, it was dark. The house opposite had already been empty, and only a dangerous building was standing tall, adding a bit of gloom.