"Alain, you don't have to ......"

"Doncer, you know what? I bumped into her at the school gate last night. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Before Tang Se could speak, he was interrupted by Alain's nervousness.

Her red eyes widened, her eyebrows raised, and she didn't look normal.

She smiled at me. “

"Hahahaha, that's how she saw me at the time. “

Alain put his face in front of Tang Se and tried to make a smile, but the way he forced a smile made people feel frightened.

"I see it!"

"I see it!"

"Her head, grunt"

"It's off!"

Alain jumped and jumped on the ground.

"Tang Se Tang Se, look at it, that's what it is. “

Alain circled around Downer, constantly twisting his neck with his hands, trying to twist his head off his neck.

"Alain"

Tang Se spoke calmly, with a force that could not be refused.

"It's gone. “

Alain's movements stopped, like a puppet with a broken string.

"There is no past. “

Alain's voice sounded slowly, hoarse and full of pain.

"The look in her eyes"

"Our Orchid"

"Never forget"

Alain hung his head and stood barefoot on the cold floor, shivering uncontrollably.

"I'm going to stop that thing"

Alain's voice seemed to come from far away.

"I'm going to stop it!"

"Okay, I'll help you. “

Alain couldn't suppress his emotions anymore, and cried uncontrollably, crying with snot running and his eyes red and swollen.

Tang Se closed the bedroom door and saw Qian Ji standing in the doorway.

"Let's get ready to go to that place. “

Qianji didn't have any extra words, and nodded silently.

…………………………

The female ghost also escaped and returned to the mental hospital, and the first thing she did when she returned to the room was to board the game.

She could feel the crazy reduction of soul power in her body, and she was about to lose it.

Why is this backlash so powerful?

Is it because of that girl?

Thinking of the heart-rending pain of the bloody saliva spitting on her body, the female ghost felt that her soul power was passing faster.

There must be something wrong with that girl.

However, as soon as the female ghost thought of Qianji's power, she gave up the idea of going back to take revenge, how could a soul body of that level exist.

If only I could find the person who sold me something last time.

Thinking of that little glutinous rice dumpling, the female ghost's eyes were full of unstoppable greed.

Unfortunately, just now, she ate the last one and used it to escape.

The last time I traded with myself, the female ghost vaguely remembers what it was called?

…………………………

Alan calmed down and didn't know why he was obsessed with the game, and with the mood of playing since he had boarded, Alan began to brush up on his daily tasks.

At this time, she received several private chats, from the same person.

[Private chat]xxxx: In

[Private chat]xxxx: Is there still a glutinous rice dumpling from last time?

[Private chat]xxxx: Deal?

Seeing this hidden name, Alan suddenly thought of the strange player last time, it stands to reason that Alan has traded with many players since the opening of the server, but only this revenge messenger Alan is the most impressed.

Because she made Alain feel very uncomfortable, just like that thing, which made Alain reject it from the heart.

[Private chat] Yerba Grass Yoyo: I'm sorry, but there are no items for sale recently.

Now she is in no mood to cook, not to mention that the vengeful messenger has not left a good impression on her.