[Quick Transmigration] Heartthrob and Cthulhu Love Daily

Chapter 54

He became the king in high school again, he didn't care about anyone's love, he could use his identity to easily command everyone, and those people...

— only follow his orders.

Zhitao casually watched Sang Luo go back to the back, and then turned her attention to the woods again, the insects lying on the trees screaming loudly, the branches blown by the wind, and the wet soil, but there was no sign of anyone .

Still not there.

Still not found.

Zhitao felt that he was drifting between sobriety and collapse, his throat was getting more and more painful, and there was also a dull pain in his mind, as if someone had thrown a screaming alarm clock into his mind.

Still got nothing today, Zhitao stared blankly at the light coming from a distance, the sun quickly awakened the sleeping forest, and the voices of people shouting also dropped.

"Mr. Zhi, do you want to rest for a while?" Jiang Tong came over at some point, leading the Jiang family behind him, "It's fine for us to look for it later, and the rest of the people will go back to rest."

Zhitao shook her head, her eyelashes cast thick shadows on her face, her lips were dry and peeling, and the fragrance surrounded him faintly, giving him a shocking beauty.

Jiang Tong watched him silently, and finally couldn't help persuading him: "You've been looking for it for almost a day, and it won't be too late to look for it after you go back to rest."

Zhitao still had the same attitude, looking sleepy, absent-mindedly skipping over Jiang Tong and looking at the people who followed, the Jiang family seemed to mean a different status. Come out.

Now the people who came with him are walking towards the town, and the servants are also walking into the forest in small groups, the footsteps gradually fade away, and the land is emptied.

He looked at it for a while, then looked away, and asked in an inaudible voice, "Did you bring water?"

Jiang Tong stared at his mouth intently. As soon as Zhitao finished speaking, Jiang Tong nodded, and quickly ran to the back to get the water bottle, and then ran to pass the things over.

What he handed over was a brand new kettle, which seemed to have a large capacity and was heavy to carry. After Zhitao touched the lid, he asked first to be on the safe side, "Is this kettle used before?"

"I ordered someone to buy this specially for Mr. Zhi. Don't worry, Mr. Zhi." Jiang Tong was very caring and respectful, no wonder he was raised by Mr. Jiang's side.

During the past few days in the Jiang family, Zhitao could easily discover that Grandpa Jiang had a different attitude towards Jiang Tong. At first he thought that Jiang Tong was the young master of the Jiang family, just like Jiang Wenhao, but later he heard that he was actually in charge. son.

Not from the Jiang family, but very favored, Zhitao unscrewed the kettle to drink water, but didn't think about it any further.

Even though the heart and throat are frantically clamoring for water, Zhitao drinks extraordinarily gracefully, not a single drop of water slips from his mouth, and the rolling range of his Adam's apple is very small, ensuring that all kinds of associations and sights are isolated to the greatest extent.

This is all the experience he has been seen over the years, although he himself does not really want to have this experience.

After drinking the full jug of water, Zhitao reluctantly put down the jug, feeling that her throat was much better, although it was still aching.

Sang Luo was still standing there holding the water bottle. Ever since Zhitao drank water, he had been carefully peeping at Zhitao. Zhitao was a little annoyed by the look, so he turned his head to meet him.

After being caught peeking, redness appeared on Sang Luo's face, but he couldn't help but stare at Zhitao, his gaze was fixed firmly on Zhitao's eyes.

Very beautiful, he sighed in his heart, the first time he saw Zhitao, he felt that Zhitao was very beautiful, as beautiful as a villain walking out of a painting.

It was cute when he held the little bird and looked at him, and he was cute when he made excuses to stay away from him. Sang Luo recalled fondly, from winter to summer, he spent it in fantasy.

Zhitao licked his chapped lips, and the blood was taken away by the tip of his tongue. Sang Luo's gaze fell from his eyes to his tongue again, and he saw Zhitao opened his mouth and said, "Go back."

Jiang Tong stood beside Zhitao, watching Sang Luo leave, his double black pupils stared intently, and then looked at Zhitao again after a while.

Zhitao held the top of the kettle and looked into the depths of the forest calmly, not caring about Jiang Tong's prying eyes.

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"Preparing for the funeral?" Zhitao stopped with her hands in the air, looking at Mr. Jiang inexplicably.

Since Jiang Wenhao disappeared, Grandpa Jiang has become the person in power behind the Jiang family again, but even if Jiang Wenhao is here, he probably cannot surpass him.

Zhitao sat on the chair, slowly twirling the golden velvet peony on the tablecloth with his fingers, feeling the touch of his fingertips, and whispered: "This is only the third day, wait a little longer."

Grandpa Jiang coughed, and his voice sounded like thunder in the room: "Then look for another two days, if you can't find it, prepare for the funeral."

Zhitao squeezed the peony tightly with her fingers, the resentment suddenly emerged in her heart, she turned her eyes to stare at Mrs. Jiang's face, and asked coldly, "Is that why you want to hold a funeral?"

"Why don't you do it yourself first?"

These words were really merciless, Jiang Tong who was standing next to Mr. Jiang shook his head at him, Zhitao looked back, his chest heaved violently, his anger flowed like magma on his heart, burning out scorched scars.

Grandpa Jiang coughed sullenly, and then wiped his face with his hands, which was extremely inconsistent with the image he had created over the years. Father Jiang also rubbed his eyes and sighed long.

After Zhitao put down his chopsticks and left, the atmosphere at the dinner table seemed to freeze completely. Although everyone dared not say it in front of Zhitao, they all thought this way: Jiang Wenhao probably had an accident.

Since people can't come back, the funeral will naturally be held.

By the third day, the enthusiasm of the people in the town to help had faded. Even if they found Jiang Wenhao and could get rewards, no one would try their best to help.

Not to mention that the last time someone was looking for it in the forest, he was bitten by a poisonous snake and almost lost his leg.

Zhitao was walking on the street and saw people coming and going, the noise was as usual, but there were no familiar people around her.

At that moment, he felt as if he had been abandoned by the whole world, all the good things were far away from him again, and the life he was looking forward to was smashed by falling rocks.

so bad.

Zhitao quietly wiped the corners of his eyes, suppressing the frequency of his breathing. He came out this time to go to the temple to have a look again, so he couldn't forget the business.

The temple was locked tightly. He went up to observe carefully and confirmed that the lock was of the same style as before, so he took out the key he had prepared in advance.

click.

The lock was unlocked, and Zhitao pushed the door open and walked in. The statue inside was sitting upright, and the red cushion underneath was left untouched. He first walked around inside, but couldn't find a place to hide. Then he turned his eyes to Put it back on the statue.

The god statue is different from the outside one, it looks about ten years old, with downcast eyes and a smile, holding a thin and long flower in its hand, and its childish eyes fall on the flower.

this flower...

He froze in place, he had seen this flower before, he still remembered its slender green stem, straight leaves extending from the green stem, and its flower, that small flower, the size of a fingernail, was extraordinarily beautiful , extraordinarily sweet.

Zhitao pressed his stomach, silently watching the flowers in the child's statue, he turned his head to look at the closed door, looked outside through the thin paper, there seemed to be no one else.

After making sure that no one was looking at him, he quietly climbed up to the table in front of the statue, his palms were covered with dust, but he didn't care, and stood up from the table to reach for the bouquet of flowers.

His fingers followed the long stems and climbed to the leaves. The leaves are so finely carved that you can even see the veins on them. It fell.

When he was about to touch it, Zhitao raised his toes unconsciously, and tried hard to touch it towards the flower bud. His fingertips were like little white spiders, trying hard to crawl towards the destination.

The idol's eyes were fully opened, and the double black pupils were watching Zhitao. He was looking at Huahua with his head tilted, his white chin was slightly raised, and his side face showed a lovely seriousness.

"Soon." Zhitao cheered in a low voice, his fingertips were already touching the flower buds, his voice floated in the temple, like wind blowing the dull air.

The bud is very small, almost invisible, after all, it is only the size of a fingernail, it is shaped like a small ball, the petals are softly folded, and it looks swollen.

Squeak.

"Mr. Zhi," Jiang Tong stood outside the door and asked softly, "What are you doing?"

Zhitao withdrew his hand abruptly, and turned to look at Jiang Tong. He was startled by Jiang Tong's voice at first, but he calmed down after reacting, "It's nothing, just look at the statue."

He climbed off the table, walked to Jiang Tong calmly, and asked softly, "Why are you here?"

Jiang Tong's eyes circled around the room, and finally stopped on Zhitao's face, and said with an adult look: "Mr. Zhi, you can't come here."

Zhitao raised her eyebrows, "According to what you called me before, I am still the wife of the Jiang family, so is the wife not allowed to come?"

Jiang Tong bowed towards him and said respectfully: "Only the head of the family can come in, otherwise it's breaking the rules."

Only the head of the family can come in, Zhitao squeezed the key tightly, smiled suddenly, put her hands on her knees, and then squatted down to look at him, "Jiang Tong, tell me."

Jiang Tong looked at him indifferently, scent is a pervasive weapon that disrupts people's thoughts, Zhitao smiled like a spirited monster, "What's the matter with the rules?"

Jiang Tong breathed and did not speak, there was silence between them, Zhitao waited, then spoke again impatiently: "Say it."

Accompanied by the word "Yah", the fragrance became stronger and stronger, almost covering Jiang Tong's mouth and nose. He held his breath subconsciously, and those double pupils stared at the man in front of him.

"never mind."

Instead, Zhitao gave up. He didn't like to persist in the first place. Since he couldn't find out from Jiang Tong, it would be the same if he asked someone else, for example, Mr. Jiang.

He should know a lot, Zhitao stood up slowly, clapped his hands lazily, "If that's the case, let's go."

Jiang Tong subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, pursed his lips and nodded earnestly. After seeing the key in Zhitao's hand, he remembered again, "Mr. Zhi, please return the key to me."

The key was twirling around in Zhitao's hand. He didn't think bullying children was a bad thing at all, and said straightforwardly: "I don't give it away. There is no reason to take back what you give away."

Jiang Tong hesitated to speak, but finally had to agree.