The female ghost lady slowly put away her chopsticks.
"I'm stuffed..."
Although the dumplings are steaming hot, the spicy aroma of the chili dipped in water is intoxicating.
However, the young lady really didn’t dare to eat anymore.
There was only one semi-normal person in the house, which made her sense of security and happiness very low...
Even the young lady herself has to be considered half a normal person. Is this ridiculous?
This feeling would only madly urge her to run away.
"Oh oh oh~"
The female ghost lady's steps faltered, and the ghost head was numb with fear.
"Here, how many times has the rooster crowed?"
Master Shan glanced at his watch and said with ill intentions,
"Three times. In ancient times, this was Mao time. Go slowly and don't pay attention to the car."
Kick, kick, kick.
The female ghost lady fell backwards and fell to the ground, her face full of despair.
The rooster has crowd three times. Why don't you go out and annihilate yourself from the world?
"late..."
She has missed the time to return, and there is still a quarter of an hour at most. After the darkness before dawn, it will be the time for her to die.
Suddenly there was a scolding sound outside, like an old bird announcing a funeral.
"It's too late, it's over, it's over..."
The warlock uncle walked in with a dejected look on his face.
"Uncle Sanhuang never crows in the morning, what happened today, ah ah ah, if I were eating crock pot chicken today all my experiments would be successful ah ah ah, it's over now! It's over!! "
Wu Ke reminded appropriately,
"Master Sanhuang screamed three times today. It's because you slept too hard."
The warlock's eyes kill
Then he naturally saw the young lady sitting next to Wu Ke, and suddenly felt a little happy.
"Hey, what day is there to enjoy the vegetables today?"
The soaring ghost girl raised her head and met the warlock's eye sockets filled with will-o'-the-wisps.
Reward, appreciate the food? !
"Hiccup~"
The female ghost girl instantly fell to the ground, twitching all over, like a drowned rat on the verge of death.
The warlock pretended to stretch out his hand to check the ghost girl's breathing, and said happily,
"Oh, this little cutie is out of breath, why don't we..."
The female ghost girl gasped and exhaled violently, her presence felt angrily.
"Go, go, can your female ghost breathe?" Lin Chou helped the female ghost sister up and cursed at the two guys, "They all have such bad tastes!"
Shanye is very happy,
"Do male ghosts breathe? I'm going to sue you for sex discrimination!"
"Teasing newbies is our old tradition in Yanhui Mountain~" The warlock also let out a laugh as loud as tearing iron sheets, "It's rare for a newcomer to come, no one can stop us, to a certain extent we are still the same kind. "
Huang Dashan glanced at him,
"Then why didn't you tease Mr. Si Gao? You bully the weak and fear the strong..."
The warlock smiled shamelessly,
"I used stainless steel basins to defraud people of many good things. How can I be so embarrassed? Hehe..."
"Hold your words!" Lin Chou fell into distress, "As for what to do to give first aid to the ghost girl, wait online, it's not too urgent."
Master Shan: "Come and soak the boy's urine, it will cure all diseases. Do you want to do it yourself or..."
Wu Ke: "Me, me, I'll come, I'll come!"
Warlock: "Electric shock is absolutely effective. Whether it is a ghost girl or a cute girl, this thing is universal. There is nothing wrong with the electric shock."
The female ghost girl burst into tears,
"I'm fine...wuwuwu...I'm really fine..."
Clang.
"Dirty thing!" Mr. Shan slapped the table. "You can't even make a sound when riding a horse. What kind of young lady do you think you are??"
Huang Dashan's eyes are gradually turning pure red, which is very scary to normal people, let alone the female ghost lady who already understands what the red color represents.
The female ghost lady shivered like a noodle and said tentatively,
"Hey?"
"Hahaha, I feel so comfortable!" Huang Dashan slapped the table and laughed, "You feel so comfortable, little girl, you have something!"
"What a bad taste," the warlock curled his lips disdainfully, "You are the only person who can be tough and talkative."
"Cough cough cough cough..." Huang Dashan coughed crazily and pointed at the warlock with trembling fingers, "I will fight with you!"
The warlock looked sideways at Master Shan from up to down, left and right, and through the hollow on his face, you could see the disdain written all over the warlock's face.
"Kou me."
Huang Dashan: "..."
He wasn't angry enough to lose his mind.
You can probably still remember that not to mention beating the warlock, but because he didn't hear the rooster crow, he was filled with energy. Even touching him might cause him to contract some indescribable diseases.
"Oh your sister! Okay, okay, uncle, admit it, I can't fight these weird things like you... hetui..."
The sorcerer laughs,
"Hehehe."
Master Shan had no choice but to vent his anger on the tiger, which had been hanging for a long time.
"It's a hemp-skinned thing. This guy really pisses me off. I learned an idiom from it. You guys made it up? I followed this dog over three hills before catching up with him. Madam put on your wings." You can almost take off!"
Shanye is a pure materialist. With his little moving speed, Bai Qiongshou, even if one of his legs is amputated, is half a dashboard faster than him...
Wu Ke twisted his mouth and looked at the trembling female ghost lady Xizi holding her heart in her hands with great distress.
"Why don't you run when I see you? Your brain is broken..."
Wu Ke swallowed the word "ugly" that had reached his lips into his stomach again, and suddenly choked and burped.
Master Shan snorted coldly,
"My fourth level is also the fourth level. I run around and run around... But then again, hey, if it recognizes the tiger's head and smashes the skull with one punch, it will ensure a comfortable, safe and painless death. "
Wu Ke rolled his eyes,
"Do you think this is human language..."
While these guys were arguing, Lin Chou had already skinned the tiger half way through. His movements were incredibly quick and he was currently busy caring about the tiger's skull.
"An evil beast! Alienated tigers are very rare to begin with. If a good tiger insists on smashing someone's head, why can't it be kept as a decoration for me??"
It really hurts.
Lin Chou's collection roughly ranges from cookbooks, and he is particularly fond of all kinds of kitchen scraps, fur and bones.
And more than once, someone complained that the decoration of the inn was the same as the haunted house and Goblin Cave before the cataclysm, but he was proud of it.
Huang Dashan was so depressed that he stopped talking. If he dared to beep again, he would be afraid that the pan would hit his face.
When he finally caught up with the tiger, he was just venting his anger and didn't think about it at all. According to his opinion, you are just a small-brained ax who didn't obediently kneel on the ground and kowtow three times to thank you, Master Shan, when he saw it. patronize? You run an egg!
The warlock took the opportunity to seduce Huo'er,
"Oh, it's a good tiger head and tiger brain. You can't eat the brain now. I heard that tiger brain is very tender and sweeter than monkey brain. Tsk tsk... you're a loser..."
Lin Chou was so angry that her hands shook and she walked around the kitchen.
"Where's my pot? Where the hell is my pot?"
The warlock pointed a thief finger at the [Alien Beast Pan] hanging on the wall outside that exuded a dangerous aura.
"There it is, there it is, hanging it on the side!"
