The Anarchic Consort

Bai Lijiajue smiled and smiled. He didn't care about human life and death, but he said: "A very interesting game isn't it?"

Helian Weiwei analyzed another meaning in one of the temples: "I thought it was not a ghost, but a human being."

The Barry Gregory laughed low and was very meaningful: "Yes."

"But your expression is not very similar." Helen Weiwei had a small face and whispered a warning: "Don't always crush my IQ."

The Barry Gregory likes her like it, and the smile is even stronger: "My master, how dare I crush your IQ."

Helen Weiwei: ...What are you doing now!

"The killing is indeed human, but." Bai Lijiajue lowered his head and said slowly in her ear: "There is a taste that I don't like very much, but it is covered by the smell of human beings. Where is it, so my master, for my nose, I am not allowed to leave me one meter away from now."

Helen Weiwei reached out and licked her own ear, and sighed in her heart. Some of the temples were always using her beautiful men, enchanting, and enchanting.

Barry Gregory watched her licking her ears, like a little phoenix that had just been stepped on.

Well, it really makes him feel the most interesting.

Other games... or give it to her to solve it.

After all, the principle of keeping pets is to keep her interested all the time.

Helian Weiwei did not know how to think of a certain highness. If he knew it would be quite helpless, who would be interested in the murderer unless he had this one.

However, why?

Why is the first one to die?

The panic in the eyes of college students is very obvious. They seem to see the scene half a year ago. At the seaside in the middle of the night, only one body floated on it.

"Call everyone to the hall." Song Laozi looked at the scene and said in a low voice: "Without my permission, no one is allowed to approach here, Xiaoliang, call, let the person who knows the case Come over, be quiet, don't let other people know."

An adjutant with an umbrella behind Song’s father, whispered back: "Yes."

The rain is still going on, the thunder of the booming sounds, and the sky is dark.

In addition to Song Wei, who was looked at by the servants, everyone in the room came to the hall. Zhang Tianshi still didn't know what was going on. He seemed to be waking up, still squinting, waiting to see the body lying outside. When the legs are soft, they can't move.

"Master Wu Fan, he, he!" Zhang Tianshi couldn't believe it. He was sitting on the opposite side of him and he was so dead!

Song’s father sat in the middle of the hall and held a faucet on his hand. The voice also sank: “It’s too sudden, it seems that it’s not safe. I’m called a car, and Xiaoliang will be responsible for you. Send it back. As for the four masters, you have seen the situation. If you want to leave behind the ghosts, Song must be thankful. If you want to leave, Song will respect your choice."

Zhang Tianshi wanted to go, but the few people sitting there didn’t react at all.

If he escapes, how can he mix in the yin and yang circles in the future!

Instead, Lia opened her mouth and said with sorrow: "My crystal ball is broken. I am afraid that I can't help Song's father. I need a new crystal ball to divination."

"This time Miss Lia also suffered a lot of shocks." Song Laozi looked at her and couldn't hear the mood: "Just go back with them for a few older generations."

Zhang Tianshi opened his mouth and just wanted to speak.

I was interrupted by the teenager on the side: "It is not a ghost to kill."

Not a ghost? Zhang Tianshi lived. He waited for Jing Zifeng to continue to say, if he is not a ghost, he is afraid of anything. As long as he can persist until the next day, he will get a lot of commissions. How can he go easily at this time?

"My **** does not feel the presence of ghosts." Jing Zifeng's expression is very light.

Helian Weiwei’s face showed a playful taste, and she also had one.

A highness of the temple should also be considered a kind of god, but he is a demon.

"Fat God?" Song Laozi frowned and looked at Jing Zifeng.

The teenager did not bow, pulled the backpack behind him and said: "Come out."

A few small people folded in paper, like having life, jumped one by one to the coffee table.

"My god." Jing Zifeng's tone is still the same.

Helen Weiwei smiled and asked one of the next to him: "There is such a lovely god."

"The first level." Bai Lijiajue is very light: "It's just some paper, very cute?"

Helen Weiwei listened to the argument of a Highness, and knew that this time he had to touch the hair: "No you are cute, you can't have long ears."

The Barry Gregard gave her one, and this is almost indifferent.

Helen Weiwei couldn’t smile in her heart, oh yeah, even the vinegar of other gods was eaten. Although it was not obvious, she was caught by her.

It’s just because she praised each other for being cute.

The gods can really understand the human language, and Helen Weiwei has a kind of atmosphere that is very close to people.

When I heard her praise them, a few pieces of paper show the same line of people, start... dance? Or is it a dance of a small apple? !

Everyone looked at this scene and stopped.

They shouldn’t be blinded? !

Such a funny god... Helen Weiwei even laughed.

Only the young man’s expression was very embarrassing. He took his gods back, and the cold threat: “If you smoke again, go out to rain.”

A few small pieces of paper were quiet at once, standing on the table and not dare to jump again.

Their little masters are in puberty, and it will inevitably be more violent, um, they understand!

Master Song has never seen such a thing. He has lived so much age. He has never believed in these superstitions, but the papers that can be moved without any manipulation, so that he can’t help but look at the dawn of the teenager. The deep meaning: "It is not a ghost to kill, what is it?"

"People." Jing Zifeng's words are rare.

As soon as the character was exported, the thunder of the sky was rumbling and rumbling.

Xiao Liang, who was sent out by Song Laozi, ran in from the outside and looked at Song Laozi, as if he wanted to say something, but it was not easy to speak because everyone was there.

Father Song squatted on crutches: "What do you say directly?"

"The road out of the villa was blocked by two broken shrubs. There was no way for people and cars to pass. The rain was too big. The lake next to it was rising, and the villa's communication network was cut off because of the rain. ""