Burning fire

Chapter 79

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." The young man apologized twice in a row.

This is so weird.Knowing that it would disturb you, you even knocked on the door to apologize?Is this guy crazy?

The young man looked up at Zhang Jueming, and was stunned as soon as he saw Zhang Jueming's face: "Hey? Isn't this Brother Zhou's room?"

Zhang Jueming could tell at a glance that this young man was an ordinary person, with no evil spirit on him, [-]% no threat, just an ordinary hotel clerk.

"It's you." Zhou Qizun, who was behind, pushed Zhang Jueming and stepped forward.

This time Zhou Qizun recognized his face when he saw his face, no wonder the voice was familiar just now.Isn't this guy the same stewed tofu that led him into the shop at the train station?

Bitten Tofu saw Zhou Qizun, and quickly pulled Zhou Qizun forward.

He seemed to have something to say, and quickly glanced at Zhang Jueming behind Zhou Qizun.

Blame him for being a local guy, who has never seen the world, is young and ignorant, and thinks more or less wrongly.

——It was early in the morning, the sky was not bright, how could there be two men in a single room?The little guy was confused, and then he looked at the young man behind him, his skin was fair and tender, and he was beautiful...

I've heard that some guests hit the sidelines crookedly.Their small place has poor management in this area, and the pretty young man in the back can't be...

The marinated tofu was almost grinning, he saw that Zhou Qizun was full of righteousness, he didn't look like this kind of person...

Tsk, as the saying goes, "A person cannot be judged by his appearance, and the sea cannot be measured."

"What are you thinking about?" Zhou Qizun took a step to the left, just in time to block Zhang Jueming behind him.

Zhang Jueming was stunned for a moment, then he understood.It was as if he had been sucked into a pot of boiling water, his face was blushing, and even his cold palms began to feel hot.

Zhou Qizun had no eyeballs on the back of his head, but unfortunately he didn't see Zhang Jueming's expression.He asked the young man, "You came to see me at this hour, is there something urgent?"

"Hey, yes! Yes! Yes! Oops!" The young man caught the string in his head, quickly turned his head to look around, and then carefully approached Zhou Qizun, "Brother, your house is probably being targeted! "

The two sentences were spoken quickly, as if uttering words hotly: "Do you want to call the police?"

"What?" Zhou Qizun was stunned, "What do you mean? Make it clear."

"Oh, it's such a mess." The marinated tofu skin was wrinkled, "I was sleeping in the monitoring room at the back last night, and I saw..."

As he spoke, he turned his head and stretched out his hand to point back: "In that position, there is a man in a windbreaker, whose face cannot be seen, who has been standing there for half a night. He has been there since three o'clock in the morning. I just saw that he is still there. Come here." It's gone..."

Trench coat?This is about Lin Juan.

Zhou Qizun already had a guess in his mind.

"Oh, it's okay, that's my friend." Zhou Qizun said, "Don't be nervous."

"Huh?" The boy didn't understand.Why doesn't your friend open the door?Cheng Su came to Liang and squatted at the door, wearing a big windbreaker with his face covered, it was too creepy.

Zhou Qizun patted the boy on the shoulder: "Thank you."

"Hey, I'm not afraid of accidents. I heard that hotels were broken into and robbed in the middle of the night." The boy still couldn't help but drift to Zhang Jueming behind him.

Why didn't he see Zhang Jueming enter the door on the surveillance?But it's normal, he didn't stare at the monitor all the time, maybe when he went to the bathroom, he squinted his eyes, and someone entered the room.

"It's okay, you can go back." Zhou Qizun laughed a little, "I will call the front desk if I need something."

"Then... I'm leaving. Brother, be careful, you're a hairy man." The boy smacked his lips twice, turned around and left.

When the person walked away and disappeared at the end of the corridor, Zhou Qizun sighed: "I'm quite enthusiastic."

He leaned back on the door frame, turned to look at Zhang Jueming: "I can't wash it off now, he might think about us."

Zhang Jueming coughed lightly, but didn't answer.

Zhou Qizun raised his eyebrows, the corridor was brightly lit, he paid special attention, and carefully saw a pink edge dyed on Zhang Jueming's earlobe.

There is still business right now, not the time to tease people.

Zhou Qizun closed his eyes, rubbed his temples twice: "Is it Lin Juan who is squatting at the door?"

"Yeah. It should be him." Zhang Jueming nodded, "Maybe he wanted to find me, but he didn't dare to come in."

"Surveillance..." Zhou Qizun looked at Zhang Jueming, "You still let Guo Xiaotong guard my door... Isn't it more strange for a little girl to squat at my door? Why didn't the surveillance see it in the middle of the night?"

"Guo Xiaotong is a demon, so he has a solution." Zhang Jueming said.

"That's right." Zhou Qizun nodded, "But I can't, right? How did you send me back yesterday?"

Zhang Jueming looked back at the window: "It came in through the window."

Zhou Qizun suddenly remembered, which floor does he live on?Anyway, not the first floor.In short, Zhang Jueming has great supernatural powers, he is used to it, so it is not surprising.

Just thinking that Zhang Jueming was injured at the time, and he had to be brought out of the mountain to settle him down and take good care of him... He himself was unconscious when he closed his eyes, and Zhang Jue was so tired bright.

The left breast seemed to be hit by a round-headed mallet, just right and heavy, neither painful nor itchy, just be careful when it fell down.

"Where is Lin Juan now?" Zhou Qizun asked, "He has his own room in this hotel, should he go back?"

"Probably." Zhang Jueming said, "You go into the room first, I'll call him over."

"Is it appropriate for the two of you to talk in my room?" Zhou Qizun took a look at Zhang Jueming.

Zhang Jueming turned his head and opened the curtains to let the clear early morning sunlight pour in: "It's suitable."

The blood jade finger was still in Zhang Jueming's hand, he held it up and looked again, hesitating for a moment - Zhou Qizun's body was not right, he was so nervous that he didn't want to return the finger.

Zhang Jueming: "According to what you said, there might be something wrong with the finger pull, but I can't see it right now. Wait for me..."

"Let's let you go first." Zhou Qizun closed the door, he turned around and walked up to Zhang Jueming, showing a row of white teeth in a smile.

He just smiled briefly, and his white teeth dazzled Zhang Jueming's eyes.Zhou Qizun put it lightly: "This finger is my father's relic, you hold it carefully."

At that moment, Zhang Jueming felt that the little thing in his hand was heavier than a thousand pieces of gold, so precious that he didn't know how his fingers were so long, and whether he could hold it.

Obviously he still has doubts, he has something to hide from Zhou Qizun, it is impossible for Zhou Qizun not to feel it.Zhou Qizun is... even if he can't figure out the depth, are you willing to trust him completely?

Zhou Qizun is an open-minded person, so he simply waved his hand and said: "I know you can't tell me everything. You are doing it for my own good, and I don't mind. Hold the finger first. It's useless to let me go. trust you."

Zhang Jueming was really out of breath, he was not half as open as Zhou Qizun, this words made his eyes sour, almost made his eye sockets sour.

He thought to himself——if you know that I have been hiding Zhou Yi’s death from you, the truth about your Zhou family, and you... In fact, I have been secretly watching you and following you for eight years, even All the cats you picked up were put by my side with ulterior motives.

Zhou Qizun is an upright person, if he knows this...

Like a deteriorating wound smeared with a layer of thick honey with salt, it is hard to tell whether it is sweet or painful.

Zhou Qizun's trust was earned by Zhang Jueming over and over again.But even though he fought with his life, this sentence is not solid, it stands on the ruins of hypocrisy, and it will collapse with a slight shake.

Maybe it's time to tell Zhou Qizun everything, maybe it's safer to tell him everything now.But Zhang Jueming couldn't open his mouth.He couldn't say it.How could he have the courage to cut open his dirty heart with his own hands, and lay it open in front of the person he likes.

"What's the matter?" Zhou Qizun noticed that something was wrong with Zhang Jueming, "Are you not feeling well? Why don't you drink some water, you choked a lot just now."

"No. I'm fine." Zhang Jueming shook his head.His humble guilt, because of his inherent filth, because his relationship has never been as beautiful as other crushes.

Others grow secretly, so they can go low into the dust, look forward to spring, and yearn for sunshine.And he is not as good as dust, underground in the abyss, the hell proliferates, and sinks into chaos.

"Call Lin Juan here." Zhou Qizun sat on the side of the bed, rubbing his face, "By the way, tell him not to wear a trench coat. He's making a fool of himself. The hotel staff will regard him as an outlaw."

"Okay." Zhang Jueming smiled lightly, and finally held Zhou Qizun's blood jade finger in his palm.

Perhaps it was against the light, Zhang Jueming's smile was too light and fragile, even a little bleak, which made Zhou Qizun stunned for a second.

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The morning light was faint, it was a good morning, peaceful and harmonious, but Zhou Qizun's room was like a big show.

That Lin Juan's brain must be a half-off Xibei product, he didn't wear a trench coat, and he entered the room with an extremely ugly face. Before Zhou Qizun had time to show his ugliness clearly, he turned towards Zhou Qizun and Zhang Cassia, plopped on his knees.

The ugly boy was the most real, not only knelt down, but even kowtowed three times.

"Dong dong dong" the kind with vibrations, it sounds loud, and the forehead will be swollen even if it is not broken.

It was the first time for Zhou Qizun to receive such a "sound" ceremony at such a young age. He was so shocked that he couldn't stretch his legs to be swept away by Lin Juan's careless kick.

But Zhang Jueming on the side didn't speak yet, he managed to hold back his itchy feet.

"Get up." Zhang Jueming sighed, but did not step forward to help Lin Juan.

"My lord." Lin Juan opened his mouth and cried.

Zhou Qizun was dizzy at the time, and didn't know the truth. Besides, it was the first time he saw Lin Juan in a serious manner, so he backed away winkingly, sat by the bed and didn't interrupt.

"Can't you stand up and say something?" It was not the first time Zhang Jueming was bowed down by Lin Juan, but Zhou Qizun was behind him, so he felt awkward all over.

"No matter what you say, you are also the leader of the corpse clan. What does this look like? Hurry up." Zhang Jueming finally stepped forward to grab Lin Juan.

Lin Juan was pulled up by him and looked up.His face was already ugly, but crying like this was even more frightening, and the horror effect was almost like seeing a ghost.

Zhang Jueming met his magnified "ghost face" at close range, but there was no unnecessary reaction.Zhang Jueming asked Lin Juan to sit on the stool opposite, he hesitated for a moment, went to the bed, and sat next to Zhou Qizun.

The three of them faced each other, and the room was silent for a while, only Lin Juan was sobbing softly.

Lin Juan is only 17 years old, and he is still a child who has not grown up.

"Don't cry." Seeing Lin Juan's eyes swelled into blisters, Zhang Jueming couldn't help but say.

"I'm sorry, my lord." Lin Juan wiped his nose, "I'm here to thank you."

"Just thank me?" Zhang Jueming reached for the tissue on the bedside table and threw it to Lin Juan.

Lin Juan took out two pieces of paper, wiped his nose, and remained silent.

"You should know, it's Wuming Terrace." Zhang Jueming said.

Lin Juan nodded.He swallowed a mouthful of salty saliva, choked up and said, "So Master..."

"En." Zhang Jueming paused, "Your master's living soul sacrificed to the nameless lamp."

Lin Juan's mouth collapsed into a slit, which prevented tears from streaming to his tongue—hardship.

"It was your master who saved you."

Zhou Qizun observed that when Zhang Jueming spoke, his fingertips moved, and his fingers ruthlessly scratched the bed sheet.

——Sometimes, small actions are the most reflective of people's hearts, rather than Zhang Jueming's calm and steady tone: "I didn't know you were locked under the Wuming Platform. It was your master who brought you up with the last effort of."

Zhang Jueming: "He won't trust you until the end, so don't cry, it will make him restless."

"The soul is gone, so what peace do we have?" Lin Juan gritted his teeth and shed tears.

Seeing Zhang Jueming's fingertips tremble again, Zhou Qizun shrank into his fist in panic as if frightened.

Zhou Qizun couldn't hold back his hand.His face froze, and he quickly pressed his dishonest hand under his thigh - he wanted to hold it.

Hold Zhang Jueming's hand and rub it lightly, so that the cold palm will not be so frightened.

"I really treat him..." Zhou Qizun's heart ached.

As you get older, the strings are no longer tight, and once they are knocked loose, any screws will not work well.

It's really rebellious, and it's time for a thunderbolt.There are many blood debts and dangers.On this "shouldn't be" level, he, Zhou Qizun, was able to even out his strength, and his heart was a little bit excited.

Zhou Qizun was well aware of the loss of Tianliang.In short, what awaited him after death must be the eighteenth level of hell.

The author says:

I'm back, I've been waiting for a long time.Feel sorry.mwah