The yellow skin is probably the nightmare of all the children in the countryside here, and they are scared by their parents with various legends when they are young, and they can stop children from crying at night.

But this cute plush in front of you is the kind of yellow skin that has come and gone without a trace?

It's too undeserved!

Song Ci was full of surprise, rubbed the wetness on her father's shoulder with her backhand, patted her father anxiously, and urged her to go over and see the excitement.

As for the non-existent wound on her finger, it was probably just her delusion.

Song Chunan is also a man who has been poisoned by the legend of the yellow skin since he was a child, and he has a psychology that cannot be fully believed and awe-inspired, after all, it is a deep childhood shadow that cannot be completely removed.

He was afraid that his mother would be injured, and secondly, he felt that if it was really that thing, he was afraid that their whole family would not be an opponent when they went into battle, so what else was he afraid of, Shangbei.

But he was not in a critical position to compensate his daughter, put her on the ground, and told her to run.

Song Ci is such a flexible little man! turned sideways, from the side of his long thin and straight legs, squeezed into the house, and Song Chunan didn't catch it.

Seeing her come in, the plush who looked at Mrs. Song as if she had been immobilized, her black eyes lit up, and she jumped into her arms.

There's a word that doesn't seem to mean anything.

The little guy was so fast that he pulled out the afterimage, like a silver light, and ran straight over.

Then, it leaned over its pink and tender little nose, sniffed it vigorously, as if it was extremely satisfied, a pair of round black eyes bent into a satisfied crescent, stretched out its cute and beautiful little claws, and dragged it out with Song Ci in its arms.

It's like robbing a woman.

Not to mention, the little guy has a lot of strength.

Song Ci didn't pay attention and was pulled crooked by it, and then stood firm again.

"Where is it going to take you?"

"Biting you again?"

Mrs. Song and Song Chun'an asked in unison, as if they were facing a great enemy.

Song Ci had already recognized this little guy and probed it with his spiritual power.

The other party has a unique wavelength, and she is also naturally inexplicably attracted to her, and she is no stranger.

She hugged her hands and stroked them casually, only to feel that the tentacles were soft, and the pure white fur was really like fine satin, oily and slippery.

"It's okay, it came to me, it shouldn't be malicious, I've seen it before. ”

"Have you seen?" asked Mrs. Song and Song Chun'an.

Song Ci trapped the little guy who was still restless and wanted to drag her away with his mental power, nodded seriously, and whispered:

"Just the big pheasant and the python last time, and the big Ganoderma lucidum, which I found in the cave. ”

With such a reminder, both of them remembered.

"The one in the graveyard?"

Song Chunan asked.

At that time, he accompanied his daughter and his third sister.

"yes, that's it, yes, I don't know how to find it. ”

Song Ci replied affirmatively, finding that the little guy was very unhappy that he was trapped, and he was baring his front teeth to gnaw on her spiritual power shield, and he really asked it to gnaw a little, causing more spiritual power to flow over to make up for the gap.

This change is extremely subtle, after all, its impact is limited and almost negligible.

But after this breakthrough, Song Ci's five senses are more sensitive than before, and the control of his own spiritual power has achieved a qualitative leap, reaching an unprecedented height, and the slightest change can't hide it from her.

"It's not here to ask for something, is it?"

Mrs. Song is obviously also extremely jealous of this yellow skin who is suspected of becoming a sperm, and even guesses are full of confidence.

The little one chirped a few times, and his tone was full of anger.