When Yang Ning woke up, it was already past ten in the morning.
Maybe I was a little uncomfortable just coming back, so I woke up a little early.
The little guys over there are already busy in the bathroom, testing the water temperature, squeezing out toothpaste, getting towels, preparing toilet paper, checking the toilet drain...
Everyone performs their duties.
The few little ghosts who had no arms, legs, heads, or were afraid of water or had difficulty moving around surrounded Yang Ning, and they all looked at him with widened ghost eyes.
He casually put Chen Yamei's head hanging on the ceiling back on her neck, then pressed down the severed hands and feet of the little turtle that was being used as a windmill, and then put Xia Tian's heart...
Set aside.
At this moment, Xia Tian was adjusting the water temperature in the bathroom, unable to reassure him.
Among the little boys, Xia Tian and little bald Wu Di are the most diligent.
The little bald man is cleaning the mirror.
Yang Ning himself yawned and looked around, looking left and right...
He vaguely remembered that something had been broken by him.
After looking around, he saw the two-piece wooden sign behind him.
Blinking his still confused eyes, he said to himself: "Good guy..."
"That young lady is so charming. I thought I had to do it myself after waking up, but it broke in the middle of the night?"
On the side, the little turtle crawled over with his severed hands and feet, and said with a child's unique sweet smile: "It wasn't broken in the middle of the night, it was this morning."
Yang Ning: "For me, that's midnight."
"I really didn't expect that this senior sister Lulu's suitor would be so powerful that he would run over to help her in the middle of the night."
"Xiaohai feels uncomfortable now..."
Tongtong, who had always been taciturn and didn't like to move at all, had red eyes flashing at this time and asked: "Xiao Hai, will he die?"
Yang Ning said lazily: "He has been dead a long time ago, okay? So are you, he has been dead for several years."
Tongtong asked: "Then, will he disperse?"
Yang Ning didn't say anything, because at this moment Beibei, who had a delicate face but was covered with bloody cracks, ran out of the bathroom.
"Chengcheng, do you come here to wash your face or use the basin to wash over there?"
Beside her, the weak, small body was full of cracks, as if it were poems stuck together, holding an empty washbasin in both hands, looking at Yang Ning.
"Wash over there."
After Yang Ning finished speaking, she stood up and left, leaving Tongtong with a trace of confusion on her face.
At this time, Chen Yamei came over holding her little head and said, "Tongtong, you are so stupid."
Tongtong turned her head, folded her hands, and said softly, a little arrogantly: "Go and play, I don't talk to children."
The little head held on the chest was raised high to the top of the head, and he stuck out his tongue at Tongtong from a high position: "Slightly, slightly! Stupid, stupid, stupid!"
"Xiaohai has delivered meals to Chengcheng. Do you think he will leave?"
Upon hearing this, Tongtong nodded imperceptibly, pretending to be mature and said, "Yeah, that makes sense."
After saying that, he changed direction and continued to hold his hands, his back to Chen Yamei, and ignored her.
Half an hour later, the little guys finally finished their work for Yang Ning.
The bleary-eyed Yang Ning who had just woken up disappeared.
Instead, there was a gentle boy with his hair neatly arranged, his clothes without any wrinkles, and his whole body clean and spotless.
At this time, Honghong came over with his mobile phone and asked: "What to eat? Order takeout? Or go out to eat?"
Yang Ning was speechless when he mentioned this.
This time I went out and met two pretty good chefs.
One is Zhong Wen, the other is Wu Laoliu.
In the end, they all ran away because of their kindness.
He said a little irritably: "I don't have any appetite, just go to the convenience store opposite and buy something."
So, Yang Ning visited their convenience store, greeted by a line-up of three people from the working group of the convenience store opposite.
When you come, you line up to welcome them, and when you leave, you line up to see them off.
This has to make Yang Ning feel that the services in convenience stores are so poor now?
Looking at Yang Ning's leaving figure, the store manager Fangyuan and his two clerks said one after another: "I'll go! Is the little boss back?"
"I came back last night! I brought a bunch of things with me!"
"It's over, it's over..."
Fangyuan sniffed and asked, "Open the market! Do you think there will be a murder on Yundulu within a few days this time?"
Two clerks: "..."
...
After buying some Oden, Chinese hamburgers, bread, milk, ice cream, and grilled sausages, she returned to her store. When it was time to cook the food for the little devils and the time to feed the little zombies, Yang Ning slowly started to eat her own food. .
While he was eating, he was thinking about the harvest of this trip.
First there is the angel.
The hand holding the bread moved slightly, and a black air floated out from Yang Ning's fingers and fell on the carpet in front of the desk. A thin Western man who looked very malnourished appeared.
There were several bloody scars on this man's back, and there was a halo of light burning with holy flames above his head, but it looked like it might go out at any time.
This time the angel no longer looked like the golden knight Harlan before.
This is the soul origin of angels.
Looking at the angel, Yang Ning asked: "Messenger of the Kingdom of Heaven, the door of the Kingdom of Heaven is closed. You have been abandoned by your Kingdom of God. What are your plans in the future?"
Hearing Yang Ning's question, Angel hesitated and didn't know how to answer.
But Yang Ning then asked: "Do you want to be a blood angel in red, or do you want to taste the feeling of your soul being burned?"
This time the angel knew how to answer.
"Sin-ridden Easterners, you will not die well! The holy light from heaven will purify you sooner or later!"
"The glory of our Lord will burn away all your sins, and you will forever—"
"Honghong, slap him."
Snapped!
Suddenly there was a crisp slap in the shop, and the angel with broken wings was slapped by Hong Hong from Yang Ning's desk to the door of the shop.
Hong Hong had a pair of blood-red hands before she became a red-clothed ghost.
Because it carries too many grievances from the resentful souls with severed hands.
Now he's in red, and his buff status is maxed out by Yang Ning's side!
Even the four-winged angel with broken wings couldn't bear the slap!
Yang Ning stood up while gnawing on a Chinese burger. As soon as he took a step forward, he suddenly asked Beibei: "Doesn't this look too refined for me?"
Beibei nodded: "Yes!"
The poem on the side said weakly: "But in the face of exquisiteness, eating is more important."
Beibei still nodded: "Yes! The poem is right!"
Beside, Fatty Sun, who was sitting on the ground leaning on a shelf, shook his intestines and said, "Well, eating is important."
"But since there is something to eat, there is something--"
Seeing Yang Ning's slightly murderous eyes, he lowered his head on the spot.
When Yang Ning looked away from him, he muttered in a low voice: "Some things don't exist if I don't say it."
"Some eat, and some defecate."
"If it were gone, even you Chengcheng would be miserable."
Crack!
An electric spark struck out of thin air, and Fatty Sun instantly became Fatty Black.
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