Chapter 943 (1/2)

When old PI felt the baby spirit, he knew something was wrong.

Without his permission, Ying Ling would never come back without permission.

Unless it's threatened.

So his first reaction was to get out of here.

But I didn't expect to run away.

Mingshu was sitting in his dormitory as a bandit, eating bread.

Lao PI: Is there something wrong with this man?

”Old Pi? Who named you

Old skin is bound up in all kinds of ways. He can't move anywhere except his head.

”Do you know who I am? I advise you to let me go. ” Old Pi's tone is rough and a little bit male and female, like those evil old witches in fairy tales.

Mingshu shook his legs and chuckled, ”do you know who I am?”

Laopi: ”I'm sorry

Of course he knew who the girl was.

Mingshu said with a smile: ”I'm going to have supper later. Let's make a long story short.”

Lao PI:

What?

Mingshu got to the point and directly cut the theme: ”what is the art of controlling ghosts?”

”Why should I tell you?” burst out a wisp of cold light in his small eyes, which he could not see

Mingshu bit the bread and tilted his head slightly. The light on the top of his head poured down and fell into her eyes as if it had been crushed, shaking the ripples of light and shadow.

It is clear that there is no lethality in the eyes, but the old skin did not come from a cold.

The girl sighed, and her voice was soft, like a whisper: ”I have to be rough, you wait, wait for me to finish my bread.”

Laopi: ”I'm sorry

A little supper and a little bread.

Is she playing with herself?

Mingshu clapped his hands and stood up. He took old pi to his chair and sat down: ”don't yell. It's very troublesome. If you can't stand it, tell me what the ghost control technique is. OK, I'm going to start.”

Old PI was confused.

But the next second, his whole person is a spasm, the pain seems to come from the bone marrow.

”Ah...”

The small beast squatted outside the door, shaking its short legs, and the invisible air waves spread, wrapping up the whole house.

Call so loud, attract people, shovel excrement must be caught again, it still has to go to get her, hum!

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half an hour later.

Mingshu chewed the bread, dragged the old skin out, and called out to the small beast: ”gone.”

The little beast rolled over and climbed up with Mingshu's clothes and squatted on her shoulder.

Mingshu took out his mobile phone and dialed the mayor's phone: ”mayor, do you want the murderer? When you come, remember to bring me supper, and the killer will send you. ”

Mingshu out of the community, Gu Zhi standing in the night, straight figure as if covered with a layer of mist, Mingshu quietly looked at him for a long time.

Her eyes drooped slightly, and the light at the bottom of her eyes was hidden.

The little beast lies on Mingshu's shoulder.

Indignantly, he scratched her shoulder with his paw.

Shovel shit, you changed!!

Before you only like mine!!

When did I like you?

The little beast continued to scratch her.

Before!

You used to like me!!

You've changed!

You are no longer my shovel shit!

Mingshu Tut, OK, you go to change for a shovel excrement, anyway, I can't afford you.

The little beast is like being struck by thunder.

It's shaking its furry paws and complaining.

You, you even broke the bridge! You still want to get rid of my Manchu and Han banquet, you dream!!

Mingshu shrugged, not the first time, excited what.

The beast only feels like it's got 10000 critical hits.

Don't be nice to her again! Woo Hoo Hoo! It's going to be replaced by a shovel!

A flash of the animal's body disappeared on Mingshu's shoulder.