Qing Qian sighed, folded his hands, and reflected the shape of a butterfly flying in the light and shadow. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

This time the ghost did not follow, as if unable to discern her movements, still a black ball of pestle on the wall.

"I don't blame you for being lonely, but I pity you for not seeing the world for a long time, so I won't laugh at you, so can you not follow me?"

After finishing a series of words without breathing, he moved again.

The shadow still clung to her, with no intention of disappearing.

The dark and unknown space, the cold and silent environment, the broken right leg that could not move, and the strange shadow.

All this is enough to make a normal person *crazy, but Qing Qian just sits in the corner.

The ghost, as if it could understand her words, slowly moved over.

The ghost's ability to imitate is so strong that it almost makes Qing Qian think it's his own shadow.

But after she made the butterfly flight gesture, the ghost stopped moving, as if listening to him quietly, and then moved over little by little.

"Do you understand what I'm saying?" Qing Qian scratched his head, "Then can you help me report a message?" to a guy named Night Star Han, are you listening to me, if you understand, just move." ”

She was purely talking to herself to satisfy the chatter, but what was surprising was that the ghost really shook slightly.

Qing Qian felt that he might be dazzled, so he said, "Move twice and take a look?"

The ghost of "......" shook twice, and the candlelight flickered, treacherous and terrifying.

"Do you really understand? Dance and see, you want ballet, well, have you heard the little swan, let's have a little swan dance." ”

“……”

The ghost paused for a moment, then shook wildly, like a computer that had read an unrecognizable program and crashed completely, and someone who had no heart was laughing until his stomach cramped.

The ghost squirmed aggrievedly in this direction, and its body was slowly dragged out of the Y shadow in the corner.

In the dim light, it took on an irregular shape, as if it was composed of countless tiny black gravel, like oil that had been spilled on the ground.

What should have been a terrifying scene was stirred up by the shallow and became very shocking.

Just as the ghost shadow was about to touch her feet, a spirit breaking talisman was thrown at it with a firelight, and the ghost shadow turned into a ball of fireball and rushed straight into Qing Qian's arms.

"Cold!" Qing Qian raised his head and blurted out.

As soon as the words fell, a handsome but familiar face appeared around the corner in front of him.

"Miss me, huh?" someone had a hippie smile, not serious.

Ye Xinghan actually hummed softly, walked up to him, squatted □, and put his hand on her broken leg to check the injury.

Maybe it was when he touched the injury, he gasped and subconsciously shrank back.

A large bulge in his chest and a hairy head popped out, and his dark eyes were just right on the top of him.

"Linyue?!" Qing Qian's two fingers easily lifted its neck, and the four short fat legs of the strange-looking little thing kicked in the air, and the eyes were covered with a layer of gray mist, looking pitiful and cute.

Night Star Han only glanced at it, and his attention was still on the shallow leg injury. "Probably sneaked in from when we were in the water. ”

"......" Qingqian teased the four small corners of its forehead, and laughed unceremoniously: "It's worthy of my baby, I really have a little bit of my guts." ”