Go Through My Demon Host

Ling Yu stood up and straightened his tie. What's the matter, he took the blame for others for no reason. This feeling... very uncomfortable.

"No."

Father Ling raised his eyebrows when he heard Ling Yu's cold tone. He knew this son. If he did it himself, he would directly admit it. Then, who did it. This is something to think about.

In the cold basement,

The drops of water dripped down, and it looked especially weird and infiltrating in the silent basement.

In the basement are various collectibles.

The whole basement was filled with a strange atmosphere.

On the operating table, a woman was imprisoned, her limbs were tied with iron buckles, and red marks were printed.

With a delicate appearance, his brows are wrinkled, and his almond eyes are tightly closed.

She slowly opened her eyes and looked at the white ceiling, a little stunned, where is she?

Soon, she realized the imprisoned limbs, she struggled in a panic, with fear in her eyes, what is this place, what will my brother do to her?

Well, Ling Yu once again took the blame for others.

Ling Yu: "I also have a temper! I won't take the blame for others!"

The person lying on the operating table was Ling Yun. At this moment, her eyes were full of panic and tears were rolling in her eyes. She looked so pitiful.

How could Dye Bai allow anything other than her collection into her place.

Ranbai stood there, wearing a white lab coat of abstinence, and his back was straight and slender and cold like green bamboo.

She wore a medical blue mask, covering her delicate and beautiful face, revealing a pair of black eyes that seemed to hide the stars in the vast night sky, with an indifferent expression.

There is a little more mysterious distortion and beauty, like an ascetic doctor who came out of an ink painting.

"Awake?" Ranbai said, slightly hooking his lips.

Seeing Ranbai, Lingyun widened his eyes and said in a panic, "Jingbai!! What are you going to do?? Brother, where is brother?"

His slender fingers were dyed white and cold, and he slowly put on medical gloves. His movements were elegant and expensive, full of pleasing beauty.

"You have done something, and you will be punished."

Her voice was clean and crisp.

Like her people, it seems pure and restrained.

Ling Yun was horrified, and his body trembled violently.

"Ling Bai, what are you doing! If my brother knew you were like this, he would definitely not treat me like this!"

The sharp tip of the knife lingered on Ling Yun's face, the corners of the dyed white lips curved, and the eyebrows and eyes were picturesque,

"Who is he? Knowing what I look like, what does it have to do with how he treats you?"

The silver gleaming scalpel lingered on Ling Yun's face.

Ranbai's voice was lightly mocking, "I've never been a good person, how about you? Find someone to design Jingbai at the school, and deliberately design Jingbai at the banquet."

Ranbai chuckled, "Do you think you did nothing wrong?"

Ling Yun looked at the dyed white in horror, the feeling of the knife tip walking on his face, and his heart was terrified.

"Sister, you are so beautiful." Ranbai praised without hesitation.

However, Ling Yun felt that his whole body was cold.

"I will keep your beauty, your face, and keep it in your most beautiful moment." Ranbai murmured, his black eyes were morbid and treacherous, and his tone was as gentle as if he was treating his lover: "Let you use The most beautiful gesture appears in the world, isn't it?"

Her voice is clear and pleasant, clean and restrained, clear and indifferent.

Just like the cold snow in early winter, there is a hint of coolness, cold and quiet.

Nice voice, cold and sweet.