Today, Yang Haohui is dreaming again.

It's not a six-year-old rainy night that tosses and turns like a slideshow, nor is it a strange wedding where I was backstabbed back and forth for 30 years. Qianji had told him that this dream of his was a prophetic dream based on the Emperor's powerful perceptual ability. What has already happened in reality, it will not happen again.

Today's dream is extraordinary, a rare, bizarre dream that has nothing to do with reality. The content is also very simple, Yang Haohui dreamed that he was wearing a green shirt and a long sword at his waist, just like a peerless master in martial arts, Xianfeng Dao Bone was high and cold. He didn't know what he was doing, but it was so natural on the independent cliff, smiling at the wind and rain, as if he was feeling some mysterious heaven and earth qi, and the next moment he was about to feather and soar.

The rain was dense and the wind was sudden, and the sky was thundering. Yang Haohui let the rain lap on his cold face, raised his eyes to look at the lead-gray sky, and waited for an opportunity.

It's coming, it's coming...... Now is the time!

Thunder exploded in the air with this heartfelt sentence, and the thunder tribulation fell! Yang Haohui raised his arm, wanting to blast out the shocking palm that defied the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth with his internal force. But there was an awkward sudden change, and he suddenly realized that the arm he was about to raise was only an empty sleeve robe flying.

Where's my hand? Yang Haohui was dumbfounded. In the next second, the thunder and lightning like a giant sword engulfed his body, and this worldly master who carried the wrath of the heavens by himself turned to ashes, and the sky was full of ......

The dazzling sunlight flowed along the gap between the eyelids, and Yang Haohui opened his sleepy eyes and subconsciously raised his hand to cover them.

Everything is the same as before, there are no lofty mountains and cliffs, heavy rain pouring down, and it is still his familiar messy but not dirty dormitory.

"Am I watching too much martial arts...... I said I couldn't use the gods to hide. Yang Haohui muttered, "Emperor Lu actually has such a strange dream, I have been in the Tianyuan Realm for so long, is it possible that I still have a martial arts complex?"

The air of early spring was warm and comfortable, and he looked at the ceiling for a moment before he came back to his senses. I looked at the wall clock at the head of the bed, and it was half past six in the morning, and it was the usual time to get up.

"I'll just say, where did I get so many, no matter how unlucky I am, I can't be killed by thunder......" Yang Haohui yawned and was about to get up, his face suddenly froze as if it was frozen. He tried to move his left arm, and his face showed an expression that was even more shocked than if he had been struck by lightning.

It is said that dreams are thoughts in the heart, and they are also an alternative embodiment of reality. He suddenly understood why he was missing an arm in his dream, because in reality his left arm was really missing...... Or rather, unconscious, because there was a head pillow on it.

A little blonde girl with horns on her head was comfortably sleeping comfortably with his left arm as a pillow, and it could be seen that the girl was sleeping soundly, and a small wisp of saliva was running down without realizing it.

Yang Haohui's brain was down for dozens of seconds, and he subconsciously pinched himself, only then did he confirm that it was not another dream. After a few moments, he almost jumped out of bed in fright, but the girl who was sleeping peacefully couldn't do it.

Calm down! Calm down! Think carefully about what happened last night! I cleaned up the botanical garden and went back to the dormitory, then went to the training room to practice reconciliation, and then went back to the house to sleep, and then again...... And then there's nothing left! Could it be that I still have a blood teaching called, 'I don't know if I'm drunk and messy without drinking'? Yang Haohui rarely felt that his brain was like a pot of porridge, or the kind that was boiling.

He put the freely moving hand in his mouth and bit it hard for a long time, and the bite almost caused blood before he could barely calm down. Sure enough, the first step should be to confirm the identity of the girl first, he thought so, lifted the futon slightly, and hurriedly covered it as quickly as possible. It doesn't matter if he doesn't look at it, when he looks at it, he finds that the two worse problem girls are only six or seven years old, and they are completely naked!

Yang Haohui was completely stupid, he couldn't help but think of a drama boss on station B, called Nine-headed Dragon Bayi...... This is the rhythm of being shot in minutes! You don't need to collect evidence when you take it away!

Fortunately, there is still salvation, it is still early, and the others have not woken up yet. Hurry up and evacuate to prepare a set of clothes for the girl and then report to Yeyin, even if you can't keep your innocence, you have to save your life...... Thinking like this, Yang Haohui hurriedly pulled his numb left arm out, and the girl seemed to feel the escape of the "pillow", frowned, and hugged his arm tighter in her sleep. He was slightly stunned, hesitated for a while, but slowed down his strength. No matter what, the girl is still sleeping peacefully, and it is not good to wake up forcefully.

In the middle of the competition, the door was pushed open, ink

Meng stood at the door with a glass jar on her face, with a sunny smile on her face: "Brother Yang is up! Today I want to drink watermelon and lemon ......"

The sound stopped abruptly, and the world seemed to be silent.

Not knocking is really a bad habit.

The picture in Mo Meng's eyes is like this, Yang Haohui looked hideous and grabbed the neck of a little girl, and the girl seemed to frown slightly because of the pain, and the soft snow-like skin under the futon was faintly visible. I don't know if I didn't wear it at the beginning, or if I was just picked off by Yang Haohui......

"Brother Yang, you, you, you, you, you ......" Mo Meng's whole body was wooden, she pointed to the two people on the bed, her mouth trembled like a piledriver, but she couldn't say a complete sentence. As he spoke, two lines of tears fell, and his eyes were full of despair.

"No, you listen to me!" Yang Haohui hurriedly explained, "I don't know her, and I don't know how to be like this!"

"Ahh......h......h

"I'm Brother Yang...... Ahh

"Give him back to me, give it back to me......" Mo Meng continued to press forward as if he had been spelled, and the armed plating was used.

"Knife, knife, put the knife away, not what you think...... Help! Get up! Someone is dying!!" Yang Haohui wanted to cry without tears.

When the situation was in chaos, the girl finally woke up. The futon slipped down as she got up, and she patted her little face sleepily, and opened her big pale gray eyes to look at the two of them.

"Sorry to wake you up...... No, now is not the time to talk about this!" Yang Haohui didn't care about seeing the girl's **, he almost crawled in front of her, and pointed at Mo Meng, "Don't tell me who you are, you tell that sister that I didn't do anything bad, right!"

The girl blinked suspiciously, as if she didn't understand, she looked at Yang Haohui for a while, her eyes lit up: "Babbling!

Yang Haohui was stunned, and he didn't understand what the girl meant. But he was suddenly surprised, because he heard the girl's voice, but the girl didn't seem to speak, and the voice seemed to sound directly from her head.

"You just ......"

Before he could react, the girl suddenly hugged him, rubbed his face affectionately against his chest, and then bit him on the cheek violently, with great force. Yang Haohui was in pain and just wanted to push it away, but was shocked by the two thunderous words spit out by the girl.

"Daddy!" this time the girl did open her mouth, and her voice was crisp.

"You can eat indiscriminately, you can't talk indiscriminately!!" Yang Haohui was frightened, and his speech was upside down. He suddenly tightened his whole body, turned his head stiffly, and Mo Meng, whose eyes were full of fierce light, was already close at hand.

"Yang ...... Bright...... Hui ......" these three words seemed to be squeezed out of the teeth, Mo Meng rarely called Yang Haohui's full name, and slashed angrily, "What good things have you done!!"

On the morning of March 2, 619 in the Yuan calendar, a terrible scream resounded through the Yeyin Palace.

The day of the ghost class, which is ordinary and destined not to be ordinary, has begun.

......

This morning's breakfast was exceptionally quiet, with everyone gathered on one side of the table, and on the other side sat Yang Haohui, who bowed his head and said nothing, and Yang Haohui, whose face was marked with tooth marks, and the strange girl who suddenly arrived. I really want to thank Lan Borou for helping to temporarily weave a dress for the little girl to wear, there is no costume in the Yeyin Palace that such a small child can wear.

Surprisingly, no one expressed surprise. Yesterday, the drama club just met a neuropathic senior, and this morning Yang Haohui has such a file here. Once a day, God unfolded, and everyone was a little numb. Of course, Mo Meng is not included among these people. She looked at the sky with empty eyes like she had lost her soul, and tears fell down her eyes.

This feels so familiar, Yang Haohui can't help but think of the scenes played when the rule of law is in progress, where the husbands and prostitutes are caught and tried, and the wives who are caught in bed crying in the jury. That is, the little girl was still calm, she sat next to Yang Haohui, curiously pulling the "hair clothes" on her body with her fingers, and a pair of small feet dangled under the chair.

The scene was embarrassing for a long time, and Yang Haohui coughed lightly twice to break the silence.

"Well, listen, everybody

I said......"

"Did you speak!" Mo Meng slapped the table very domineeringly, and the whole kitchen trembled.

Yang Haohui was frightened and didn't dare to say more. Mo Meng's little face twisted and she was about to start crying, but when she saw Yang Haohui who was bowing her head and shrinking her shoulders, she suddenly got angry again, and then slapped the table and yelled: "If you don't let you say it, you won't say it!"

"Can you give a way to live?" Yang Haohui looked at Mo Meng without love, and he was also secretly worried. Although this girl is noisy, she is usually polite and polite to everyone, but she is completely unreasonable when it comes to herself.

"Well, cook. Feng Haogeng looked at Yang Haohui with very strange eyes, "You are good with the girl, I can understand that your taste is biased towards little girls, but is this one around you a little ...... Too small?"

"Yes, yes, let people call you dad. Ye Ruohua's face was slightly red and she smiled awkwardly, "Isn't it a little ...... It's exciting?"

"It's all my fault. Han Shihao grabbed his chest and seconded the proposal painfully, "As a squad leader, I didn't even notice the dark ** in the hearts of my friends around me. ”

"Let's stop talking nonsense, okay, I'm going to die. Yang Haohui finally couldn't help it anymore and began to cry out, "I swear I really don't know anything, I went to bed early last night, and when I woke up, this little girl was next to me, and then you know what happened." ”

"I saw it when you came back yesterday, and you really didn't bring anyone. The most serious Lan Borou opened his mouth, and Yang Haohui just wanted to cast a grateful gaze, but was choked by the next sentence, "But if you go out at night......"

"Please, think about it, since I had a fight with Feng Haogeng last time, the door of the Yeyin Palace has been locked at night, and I don't have a key. Yang Haohui said, "Besides, even if I slip out, where will I tie up a little girl in the middle of the night......?"

"You still want to be a beast?!" Mo Meng almost blew up again.

"Calm down sister-in-law!" Geng Yan hurriedly helped suppress the fire and looked around at everyone, "I'm the only professional guard here, let me say a few words." Let's talk about it, Brother Yang's character, is there anyone here who can't believe it?"

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and they all shook their heads with a smile. In fact, everyone in the previous chat was a half-joke, which was nothing more than a little ridicule of their partners. Now that it's serious, everyone still shakes their heads for face. Except, of course, Mo Meng. She glared at Yang Haohui viciously, and raised her hand straight as if she were angry.

“...... Don't mess with my sister-in-law. Geng Yan silently recited the scriptures that were difficult to read in his heart, and pressed Mo Meng's hand down, "Since everyone can trust Brother Yang, then I will continue." Excluding personal emotions, I think Brother Yang's argument is completely defensible. First, there is no motive for committing the crime, and the second is not the time to commit the crime, so the possibility of Brother Yang kidnapping the young girl is very low. ”

Yang Haohui looked at Geng Yan who was talking gratefully, and recognized Geng Yan's IQ for the first time in a real sense. Thinking about it, my sister-in-law who came these days is really not in vain, this "righteous brother" is still quite reliable! But before he could be happy for a few seconds, Geng Yan's words began to change their taste.

"So to sum up, I think we should think in a different direction, this little girl should be here to find relatives!" Geng Yan said very seriously, pointing to the little girl, "Look, this girl looks like she is only six or seven years old, far younger than Brother Yang, and she is also called Brother Yang's 'Dad'." The most important thing is that everyone thinks that her eyebrows and eyes are somewhat similar to Brother Yang? Thinking that Brother Yang is such a masterpiece, he must have been so famous in the past, and it is inevitable that he will make some mistakes when he is young...... Obviously, this is not a crime, it's just a poignant story of a daughter trying to find her father!"

Poignant your uncle! Is this adjective placed here?! You didn't take a language class in the school palace before you woke up, didn't you? What do you mean that your eyebrows and eyes are like me? My good looks are my fault? And what kind of nonsense logic is this? According to what you said, I have a daughter when I am about six years old? How did you say Maori Kogoro's words in a serious way with Xiaolan's heart and Conan's forced style? The unspoken rules of the green-level guard became a god? I really believe in your IQ! I really believe in your IQ! I am really a brother with Geng Huo! Damn, the Geng family is not only not a good person, but also a bunch of pigs!

Yang Haohui held back the tumbling desire to complain, he looked at Mo Meng, who was getting darker and darker, and resisted the urge to kill Geng Yan with a sword, and squeezed out word by word: "Can't you really see that this little girl has horns on her head, what can I do with this kind of child?"

To be continued......