Spirit Hunters of Maoshan Sect

He taught him a long time, Ye Shaoyang finally got some basic operations, Zhou Jingru wiped the sweat, it is not easy, I knew that I left the phone manual and let him be optimistic.

Originally a good date, and finally evolved into a mobile phone use class. Zhou Jingru is also drunk.

After dark, it was a bit cold, Zhou Jingru had to go back, and Ye Shaoyang sent her to the school gate. Zhou Jingru's Lamborghini has arrived, parked on the side of the road, the female driver looked at Ye Shaoyang through the window, very puzzled, how is Miss Jingru always staying with the guy who got rid of the dirt at night, this guy is What are you doing?

Watching the car drive away, Ye Shaoyang returned to the dormitory, just arrived at the dormitory downstairs, suddenly heard the noise of a motorcycle, instinctively turned to see, a motorcycle with a high beam, galloping from a distance.

Can I ride a motorcycle in school?

Didn't wait for him to come back, the motorcycle had been driven to a close, riding a kid with a cockerel, the corner of his mouth bent into an arc, sneer at himself.

Ye Shaoyang immediately understood that this person is coming to himself.

The motorcycle pressed two horns, as if to remind yourself to flash, but the speed is not reduced, always open.

Ye Shaoyang carried his hands and looked at the other side, motionless.

With a bang, the motorcycle stopped in front of him, and the cock’s head was a little annoyed. I wanted to give this countryman a slap in the face, forcing him to make way. I didn’t expect it to be so kind. I didn’t hide at all. Although I’ve always been arrogant, I’m still not on campus. The point of casually hitting people.

The head of the **** pressed two horns: "I was eating with Zhou Jingru in the cafeteria?"

It turned out that Zhou Jingru came, and Ye Shaoyang had a bit of a heart.

The cock's head touched the chin with one hand and pressed two horns. A group of people ran from behind. They were all twenty years old. The students dressed up and seemed to be his younger brother. They stood in a row behind the motorcycle.

The cock’s head was thumbs up and pointed at himself. He was very domineering: “I heard that you are new, know me?”

"Cock head?" Ye Shaoyang arched his hand and "disrespected and disrespected."

There was a laugh above the top of the head. Ye Shaoyang looked up and saw that people on the second, third and fourth floors were looking down on the railings of the corridor. It was estimated that they were alarmed by the sound of the motorcycle.

The face of the **** changed, and said: "I originally asked Jingru to go to eat crabs. She told me that I had an important date. I pushed it. The result is that I can eat the canteen with your kid. Lying in the trough, where do you let me face? ”

Ye Shaoyang smiled and took out his antique mobile phone and said, "Will I help you to ask her again?"

There was a burst of laughter from above, and the **** head looked up and said: "Laughter!"

There are more and more people watching the upstairs, but no one is afraid of him. Anyway, they are upstairs, and they can’t see their faces in the dark.

The cock's head stretched out a hand and pointed to Ye Shaoyang: "Look at the dress of your kid, saying that you are a migrant worker who is lifting you, which mountain do you come out from?"

The sneer was replaced by the younger brother around him.

The head of the **** is looking confident, and the finger continues to point to Ye Shaoyang, threatening: "I can tell you, kid, Jingru is the woman that Chen Jianbo sees, your kid doesn't want to hit her idea, hurry to move bricks, roll back to home farming. Go, or I will kill you in minutes!"

Ye Shaoyang's brow wrinkled. He didn't like being fingered. Women can, men can't. Suddenly, he noticed something, whispering a curse in his mouth, reaching out and grabbing a man's hair out of thin air and pulling him to his side.

This is a ghost, except for him, others can't see it.

This is a female ghost, looking at her thirties, wearing a black dress, the shape is very well-proportioned, the length is not bad, but the makeup is too heavy, almost can not see the original appearance. Of course, the ghost can't make up, she just changed into the favorite way of life.

She was caught by Ye Shaoyang's hair, bent over, and her face was pitiful. "The Archmage is alive, I just saw the excitement, come and see..."

Ye Shaoyang ignored and asked her: "A few days of death?"

"Seven days, today is the soul of the night, but I have no relatives, so wandering around, go to the sinister after the walk." The female ghost eyes are a bit lonely.

"What did you do before you were born?"

"Dancing girl, I have no source of income after divorce, I went to be a dancer." The female ghost said generously, anyway, people are dead, and there is nothing to hide. There is a public account in front of the palace. "I like to dance, I like handsome guys, hey, Master, you are very handsome."

Ye Shaoyang glanced at her and made a sense of justice, but her heart was very useful. "Help me a favor, I remember your credit, write on the plot, how?"

The female ghost looks happy, "Of course!"

Opposite, including the **** head Chen Jianbo, watching Ye Shaoyang stretched his hand in the air, talking to the air, one by one stunned,

"What is the situation, is the mental illness? Feed, the country, don't wear garlic, I will talk to you!" Chen Jianbo even pressed a few speakers.

Ye Shaoyang said to the female ghost: "You are attached to the head of the cock, looking for a handsome guy from the side, just dancing, the better you look, the better, how?"

"This is good! I also want to jump to a lot of people to see it," the female ghost readily agreed. "But my spiritual power is too shallow, and the kid is too yang."

"It's easy to do." Ye Shaoyang read the ghost spell against the female ghost and said, "Go!"

The female ghost floated up and attached to Chen Jianbo.

Chen Jianbo was originally in the big sputum Ye Shaoyang, suddenly took a nap, smiled at Ye Shaoyang, walked off the motorcycle, looked around the younger brother, said to himself: "Which one is handsome?" Finally selected a small fresh meat, twisted The **** walked over and put a hand on his shoulder and said, "Come, dance with me."

A little fresh meat, "Chen brother, what do you say, dance?"

Chen Jianbo raised one of his hands and put it on his waist. He grabbed his other hand and said, "Come on, dance with me, or you will die!" Jumping slowly, the small fresh meat will dance this kind of dance, but the boss has a life, but also had to sway, the expression on his face is very strange, can not tell is crying and laughing. I was so depressed in my heart that this Nima was crazy, how did she suddenly dance?

This sudden scene shocked everyone, including the upstairs audience, and almost stunned from the upstairs, stunned and looked at the wonderful scene downstairs, the scene was silent.

"Chen brother, is it good, isn't it?" asked the little fresh meat, and was about to cry. He really doesn't understand why this is the case. Does the boss look at himself? No matter what, from now on, I have no face to stay in school.

The female ghost is jumping on the head, where to care for him, just like dancing in the ballroom, jumping to the affection, holding the shoulders of small meat, the head buried in his neck.

"Wow!"

The students have seen such **** scenes. With a scream, the scenes are all boiling. Many people take out the washbasin from the bedroom and beat it hard. The screams and whistles are coming and going. Some people are unwilling. Lonely open the phone, search for the slow dance, the sound is loudest, play it.

Chen Jianbo holds a small piece of meat and dances with the rhythm of music.

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