They wanted to capture him.
This was the latest evaluation that the internet addict Lu Jinghuan had of Ye Qiao. Previously, he pretended to ignore him seriously, but now, he had already given him his phone number.
Lu Jinghuan stared at the string of numbers on the computer screen and thought for a while. In the end, Lu Jinghuan still stored it into his phone, the words on the phone said 'If you want to capture, then go ahead.' After doing all this, he closed his laptop and went to the bathroom.
Ye Family.
Qiu Xiangyang had washed all the tableware clean, and carried the garbage bag from Ye Qiao's room out: "I'm going back, I'll come see you tomorrow when I'm free."
Ye Qiao didn't say anything further and closed the door.
"Hey, hey, hey, wait …" Qiu Xiangyang suddenly thought of something, and immediately squeezed half of his body through the crack in the door. He grinned at Ye Qiao with his white teeth: "Um …"
Seeing Qiu Xiangyang's nervous expression, Ye Qiao forced the door shut.
Qiu Xiangyang shouted and retreated. When he managed to react and rush over, Ye Qiao had already closed the door, and quickly locked it as well. He picked up the small French Bulldog on the ground and went upstairs to sleep.
"Bang, bang, bang ~ ~ ~"
"Ye, Ye …" Qiu Xiangyang chased Ye Qiao outside of the glass wall and went around to the side of the stairs, patting the glass and waved at him, but Ye Qiao acted as if he did not hear anything, and carried small French Bulldog up the stairs: "Ye, recently there has been an unfamiliar call that you have not been able to answer, please do not reply to any messages … Hey, Ye! "
Ye Qiao didn't even look at him and went upstairs.
It's over …
Qiu Xiangyang sighed inwardly. He got down from the glass wall and carried his garbage bag out, but he didn't know what was wrong with him, so he felt uneasy, afraid that the next time Ye Qiao went to look at the forum on the internet, he would find out what he was doing. He was also a bit worried that Ye Qiao would have his opinion of him after reading it. What if Ye Qiao got kidnapped by that 'internet addicted young woman'?
In short, he was in a very complicated mood.
Ye Qiao carried the small French Bulldog into his bedroom and closed the door to light up his special incense. The small French Bulldog that were just moving around in his arms immediately quietened down, lying motionlessly on the floor. Ye Qiao placed it back into his nest, and waited for the incense to release that slightly dry and astringent herbal smell. Only then did Ye Qiao go back to bed and meditate, using silver needles to prick his acupoints and add the specially made herbs, hoping to release his internal energy.
Half an hour later, Ye Qiao's body had already started to heat up. Sweat oozed out, and on his skin, it looked crystal clear. This was the best opportunity to use inner strength. Ye Qiao ignored the scorching heat in his body, and clenched his fists tightly, wanting to break through the last layer of the seal. As long as the seal was broken, he could recover his energy.
"Zizi ~ ~"
The phone on the bedside table suddenly vibrated, startling Ye Qiao who was in the middle of forcefully channeling his energy. Once his attention was distracted, Ye Qiao felt that his entire body was unbearably hot, and the silver needles were unable to dispel the burning sensation, so Ye Qiao had no choice but to stop cultivating and quickly extinguish the incense on the cabinet, in case he died from the burning of his heart.
The wind blew in from the balcony, causing the temperature of Ye Qiao's body to drop slightly. His originally red-hot skin also started to slowly regain its original whiteness, but the sweat had turned into cold sweat, and it felt very uncomfortable attaching it to his body.
After walking to the balcony and closing the door, Ye Qiao suddenly remembered the culprit that led him to break through his technique — —
Mobile phone.
After the churning discomfort in his heart disappeared, Ye Qiao returned to the bedside to retrieve his phone to check which reckless idiot was sending him a message at the most crucial moment of his training, but when he opened the message, he found that he had never seen this number before.
'Good night.'
Two words plus a punctuation mark, this was the information about the ghost that broke his technique.
A wave of anger rose up. Just as Ye Qiao wanted to call him and curse at him, a sudden pain in his chest nearly made him hold his breath. When he recovered, Ye Qiao immediately knew that the technique breakage had injured his heart meridian, and he would probably not be able to practice it anymore in the near future.
Ye Qiao used more and more strength on his finger and only after his fingertip had turned white did he slowly loosen his grip. He finally vented out his overflowing anger and waited for his mind to calm down before taking his phone and replying to the person who caused him to fail:
'Who are you? '
However, after a long time, the other party still did not reply.
Clenching his teeth, Ye Qiao pulled out the silver needles on his shoulder and shot them out. He then took his pajamas and went to the bathroom to take a shower.
'Clang! Clang! '
The lamp on the nightstand across the way shattered.