The figure stood outside the tent, as if he had calmed himself and did not move.

He suppressed his fear and looked at the tent with his eyes narrowed, but he saw that the shadow of the man was reflected in the tent, as if it was blown by the wind, crooked, tortuous, twisted and twisted, and indescribably strange.

It's a human.

Ghosts cannot see shadows.

The one who stood outside the tent was a living person.

This thought came to an end, and a chill had already rushed from the soles of Hong Yao's feet to the back of his head, as if even his blood was frozen.

In the harem of Daqi, people are much scarier than ghosts.

Hongyao's upper and lower teeth almost fought, and his body couldn't help but tremble.

"Hula", another gust of wind blew, blowing the tents shaking, and the four corners of the ropes made even more noises, covering all the sounds next to them.

Hong Yao tried all his strength and pinched his legs with all his strength under his fingertips.

Suddenly, a sharp stinging pain came, making her wake up a little.

The intentions of the visitor are unclear and should not act rashly.

Taking advantage of this breath, Hong Yao thought of it like this.

This is also the only thing she could figure out at this time, and the rest, I forgive her for being powerless.

Once he made a decision, Hong Yao immediately gritted his teeth, tried his best to calm his mind, breathe calmly, and stop trembling.

Fortunately, the gust of wind was quite strong, and it took several breaths to stop. When the wind stopped, the red medicine was already breathing long and as if it was sleeping soundly.

What's even more fortunately was that her bed was opposite the window, and the moonlight could only shine with half of her body, and her face was hidden in the shadow. As a result, she always kept her eyes open and stared at the figure outside the tent, but the person would not find it.

At this moment, Hong Yao knew very clearly that this was definitely not a matter of his previous life.

No matter how old she is and how poor her memory is, she will never be so bad that she forgets such a horrifying past.

Why is there another thing different from the previous life?

Hong Yao was afraid, lamented, and annoyed, and her head seemed to be covered with a ball of paste.

"Red Medicine." Suddenly, the figure outside the tent called out a low voice.

The light and faint sound is like a ghost cry.

Hong Yao's scalp was numb and cold sweat was pouring down. The strength of the whole body was used to maintain a stable breathing.

The more you are at this time, the more you need to be calm and you cannot lose your own stance.

Hongyao tried hard to cheer himself up.

"Red Medicine." The figure called out again, then stretched out a hand and wanted to lift the tent door.

Hong Yao watched and even her hair was about to stand up.

On the tent, the gradually stretched arms were twisted like snakes, and the five fingers were like chicken feet, which made people shudder.

Just at this moment, the wind suddenly rose, shaking the already dim moonlight and shaking the scene in the tent a burst of light and darkness.

The figure just opened the tent at this moment and quietly stared at the red medicine in the tent.

The eyes are filled with the shape of a girl with a very good sleeping appearance. She has her hands flat and her legs slightly bent. Her delicate skin is as white as milk.

The figure walked forward again and saw Hong Yao sleeping with her eyes closed, her breathing lightly, and she clearly had a good dream.

The figure seemed to relax, and watched for a moment, then sighed imperceptibly.

I don’t know how long it took, but the sound of "crack, crack" footsteps sounded in Hong Yao’s ears, shattering and light, gradually moving away, and finally no longer heard.

After waiting for about a half moments, Hong Yaochang suddenly took the courage to lift a thin slit of his eyes and looked out.

The door of the house was half closed and the window sash was lightly opened. The figure was gone, and it seemed that it had left.

Hong Yao finally let out a long sigh.

It scared her to death.

In just a moment, her whole body was already sweaty and her palms were wet. Fortunately, the man never touched her. Otherwise, she would have exposed her sinking.

He groped and took out a veil by his pillow. Hong Yao wiped his sweat while thinking carefully.

She heard the man's voice.

It's Hongling.

Those two "red medicine" sounds were exactly what Hong Ling usually called her.

And if you think about it again, who else can appear silently beside Hongling, who can live with her, besides Hongling?

Hong Yao gradually stopped moving and frowned and thoughtful.

In the middle of the night, Hongling sneaked out alone. What was she going to do?

In her previous life, Hong Yao also knew that she was very scheming and was a difficult person to deal with. Now she knew that Hong Ling not only had scheming, but also had secrets. Looking at her behavior, this secret was probably a shameful conspiracy.

Or... go to the inner room to take a look?

Hong Yao's hand shook, and he almost fainted by his thoughts.

Could she be crazy?

It was midnight, and I didn’t say I was staying honestly, but I still dared to run out? Is it because I was afraid of my life?

She shook her head secretly, trying to leave this thought behind.

But the more this happens, the stronger the thought becomes, and in the end it becomes the gourd ladle in the water. When this end is pressed, the other end floats again.

After struggling for a while, Hong Yao finally gritted her teeth and got up.

I just took a look, left after seeing it, just go and go back quickly, I think there should be nothing wrong...

Hong Yao thought dizzyly, and even forgot to wear socks, she stepped on the brick floor barefoot.

The hard and cold ground made her feel a little more touched.

He picked up a small scepter on the ground and used it as a weapon to boost his courage. Hong Yao took out the momentum of fighting with a shrew in his previous life, walked to the edge of the curtain, and drilled in.

As for why she was so tired, Hong Yao would never admit that she had weak legs.

It’s just like entering the house. It doesn’t matter what your posture is, right?

When he entered the room, Hong Yao took a moment, stood up straight, and turned around and looked around.

There was also a window in the inner room, and the moonlight rushed in, making the tent pale.

Relying on that little bit of blood, Hong Yao pulled the shelf and waved it, moving it to the tent in a small step, and preparing to turn around and escape at any time. He trembled and wanted to lift the tent door.

Just as my fingers were only a thread away from the tent door, a thought suddenly passed through her mind:

Will there be mechanisms on this tent?

Hong Yao's heart trembled, and his hands froze in the air.

She didn't know how this idea came about, but if she thought about it carefully, the more she thought about it, the more she made the more reasonable it was.

In the eighteen years of her previous life, she had seen too many people who were as careful as their hair, and Hongling was the best among them.

This careful Hongling, who has hidden secrets, would she leave her house alone without caring about it, and then she went outside carelessly?

Probably not.

No, definitely not!

Hong Yao even trembled, and she quickly shrank back her hand as if she had been burned by the moonlight.

Hong Ling in her previous life had already made her unable to understand and could not understand it. In this life, her actions and actions became more and more bizarre, making people feel distressed.

Never mind lightly!

Hong Yao took a step back, thought for a while, and simply stopped touching the bed, but just turned around the bed and stopped on the other side.

From this location, you can clearly see the situation in the account.

It's empty.

Red Medicine was slightly relieved.

But after another breath, her heart rose again.

She had to move faster, so she didn't want to bump into Hongling who was returning to the house.
Chapter completed!