The Full-level Boss Took the Sick and Weak Script

The corner of He Jingchuan's mouth froze with a smile, "You said it was fake?"

"Yeah, what's the matter?" Jiang Beiyu clicked his tongue, "If our family came to do this business, it might be darker than yours."

He Jingchuan: "..."

This cannot be refuted.

It's just that the feelings were wasted in vain, and He Jingchuan instantly recovered his expressionless face: "Oh, then you are awesome."

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After Su Nanzhi attended class for a day, she found her mind a little groggy when she came back.

In addition to being sleepy, she also felt an indescribable sense of powerlessness.

There is also the perception of the outside temperature that does not match the seasons.

She feels hot.

Not to mention the question of whether or not to cover the quilt, she doesn't even want to wear clothes.

It's just that the heat is not unbearable.

It's just that the body is a little uncomfortable.

Su Nanzhi knew that this was a side effect of her life extension.

It is against the law of heaven for a mortal to prolong his life.

She made a loophole by doing this, but there was a price to be paid for taking advantage of the loophole.

Su Nanzhi didn't go to the evening self-study, she slept in the dormitory.

Ruan Cherry would ask her for leave.

Su Nanzhi just slept in the dormitory all night. She didn't sleep well, but she was very tired, and she didn't want to move her whole body.

And the most important point is that those things that she didn't dare to get close to her suddenly lingered in her ears again.

Su Nanzhi heard the ghost chant.

It sounded right next to her ear, whining one after another, without a moment's break.

Some even dared to go up and touch Su Nanzhi.

It's just that the temperature all over her body is abnormal, and with a handful of those who are not afraid of death, a ghost will be instantly wiped out.

Su Nanzhi's consciousness was chaotic, she looked for something in the dream, but she couldn't find it after searching.

Finally, I came to a clear spring with white smoke rising from a depression. He looked down and saw himself reflected in the water.

Su Nanzhi: "..."

In the dream, she didn't know why she was dressed in a ostentatious red dress, with a little cinnabar red on her forehead, and her black hair lay flat on the water, holding her cheek with her left hand, looking at the calm water with interest.

Her lower body was soaked in the water, like a water ghost.

There seemed to be something in the water that interested her, and she stared at the surface until small ripples appeared on the surface.

Until, a man with black hair like a waterfall suddenly came out of the water, and the water sprayed her all over.

Su Nanzhi wanted to see clearly what that man looked like, but she couldn't see it after all.

Because she woke up.

She woke up without even seeing what the person in the dream looked like.

Although she vaguely saw a familiar figure from the silhouette, she had a vague guess in her heart, and she could only be sure if she saw the man in the dream.

It's just that dreams are illusory, and they are not something you can do if you want to, and they are not daydreams.

When Su Nanzhi woke up, she found that her whole body was really soaked in water, and her whole body was drenched with sweat.

Su Nanzhi: "..."

This sticky and greasy feeling was uncomfortable, Su Nanzhi glanced at the hanged ghost on the ceiling whose eye socket was full of whites, raised his hand, and cast out a spell, and the opponent was wiped out in an instant.

The heroic sacrifice of this pioneer made others who were ready to move hide themselves.

Su Nanzhi struggled to get up from the bed, got out of bed, took her clothes and went into the bathroom to take a shower.

It was cold water, but there was no abnormality on her face.