The slender fingertips pointed to the place where the ghost creatures were on the map. Feng Qingcheng's voice had a free smell.

"It's there...he's trapped there...but I can't just come out..."

"Miss..." Hailan swallowed dryly, stretched his palms, and his fingers tentatively blocked her vision: "Miss, what are you talking about? There is nothing there..."

Feng Qingcheng raised his hand meaningfully and blocked her hand, his eyes flowed, and he looked at her eyes.

"Hailan...how am I to you?"

"Miss... is very nice to me... I have never treated me as a servant..."

Hailan was really scared. Is Feng Qingcheng's solemnity in his words at this time? It's like explaining something.

"If I hand over the child to you... can you promise me and take good care of him...until he grows up?"

"Miss, don't talk nonsense..." Hailan hurriedly covered her mouth, tears were already oozing in her eyes: "No matter what happens, your child will always be my master. Even if I die, he will always be loyal to him... But the premise is not that something happened to you..."

Feng Qingcheng seemed to have not heard her words, looking at the map with an unpredictable smile.

"Some things are not something we can control... Just like our lives, we can live as long as we want... Sometimes we don't even have the right to choose death, let alone the right to live..."

She looked slightly, and she lowered her eyes and stroked her bulging abdomen with a gentle smile.

"Children are the continuation of our lives... As long as they live well, we will feel relieved even if they are dead..."

Seeing her talking more and more creepy, Hailan looked at the map and quietly picked up the inkstone on the table.

"I'm sorry, Miss..."

"Bang……"

The inkstone in her hand fell symbolically on Feng Qingcheng's head, knocking Feng Qingcheng with a "ah" sound, and staggered, almost falling down.

"Hailan..." Feng Qingcheng rubbed his head and stared at Hailan with a look of ghosts: "What are you doing? Are you on the top of the ghost? It's actually... Oh, you dare to hit me with an inkstone..."

Hailan suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, put down the inkstone with lingering fear, and looked at Feng Qingcheng embarrassedly, with a very strange expression.

"Miss... the one who is on the verge of the ghost is you..."

Feng Qingcheng's eyebrows were slightly furrowed. Hailan had been following her for so long and knew the most.

She is not the kind of person who exaggerates.

Seeing Feng Qingcheng's charming expression, Hailan looked at the map with lingering fear.

"You were looking at the map just now, but as you looked, you became a little weird..."

Hailan hesitated to tell Feng Qingcheng's actions all the way. The more he spoke, the stranger Feng Qingcheng's expression became.

"I just felt a little confused just now... but I still can't remember some things..." Feng Qingcheng looked at his lower abdomen with a faint smile: "Hailan, there is actually something I haven't told you because I don't know if I should tell you..."

"What?"
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