Chapter 1779 The Hell Messenger’s Exclusive Love Appraiser (28)

For just a moment, a light gaze shone through the window, and the air was filled with a faint fragrance of flowers.

The pear tree originally planted in the hall has a few small flowers in bloom.

The petals slowly fell on her hair. He slowly raised his hand, took off the petals, looked at her and emphasized again: "Don't go out these days. If you see any other scenes, you must tell me. "

"I understand, master!"

"Um."

For some reason, when she called him master obediently, he felt an inexplicable sense of satisfaction.

It seemed to be declaring in front of the whole world: She was his, and no strangers should be allowed to approach her.

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Due to the protection of Du Jiusheng and Ye Mu, and the fact that she had been staying in the library these past few days, nothing serious happened.

Until one night three days later, a big explosion occurred at the chemical plant in S City, killing 31 people and injuring 157 others.

As the messenger of hell, Du Jiu Sheng was naturally very busy, and when a large number of undead appeared at the same time, Ye Mu couldn't be by her side.

He must leave for a while until these undead have a home.

Du Jiusheng handed her over to Lan Fan and told her not to leave the library at all.

But that night, two major typhoons swept through S City, causing heavy rain.

After Luo Qingchen had dinner in the room, she went to the bathroom and took a shower.

The water temperature is just right and the air is filled with a light scent of shower gel.

Unexpectedly, a miserable scream flashed in her ears, and she found that she could not move.

The faucet was still running water, and the hot water that was originally at the right temperature suddenly turned cold.

Little by little, it’s getting closer to zero.

"Lan Fan... Lan Fan——" Luo Qingchen half-squinted her eyes and felt a sense of crisis almost instantly.

But the rain outside the window was so loud that there was no way Lan Fan could hear her in the bedroom of her room.

It turned out that the foreseen death was in her own room... The nearly zero-degree water slowly spread over her neck, her chin, and her mouth...

A biting chill reached the bottom of her heart, and she always felt that her brain was about to fall into a state of paralysis, and her body was sliding downwards unable to support herself.

But her hands still couldn't move...

"Damn-" She bit her lip to keep herself awake.

The sustained low temperature gradually made the scene in front of her blurry. I felt my back slip, and my whole body sank with a 'dong' sound.

The cold water poured into her mouth, nose, and ears instantly...

The feeling of suffocation came to her like a tide, her eyes trembled slightly, and she fell into boundless darkness.

In just this moment, blue and white light appeared in the palm of his right hand, reflecting the familiar word: Health.

At the same time, the chemical plant.

A group of hell messengers holding name tags are preparing to take the deceased away from the world.

But at this moment, Du Jiu Sheng's heart trembled inexplicably, and the palm of his right hand glowed with a flickering light.

The word "Qing" is looming...

Hongyue noticed this scene immediately, took his arm directly and said: "You can't leave now. If the deceased is missed, the consequences will be disastrous."

She was very scared, afraid that he would leave his post without permission because of Luo Qingchen. As a messenger from hell, if you lose the dead person on your name tag, you will be severely punished.

He...he couldn't do such a stupid thing just for Luo Qingchen!

The next second, Du Jiusheng handed the name tag in his hand to the hell messenger standing beside him, and then his cold eyes fell on Hongyue and said: "I'll say it again, this is my own business."

As the sound fell, a line of light blue smoke disappeared at the entrance of the chemical plant.