(Look at other people's oversight.,Forget that you still have a book to update.,Now I'm staying up late to code words.,You can read it at 9 o'clock in the morning.,This line of words will disappear after modification)

After dinner, Pan Hao put the table away, washed the dishes and chopsticks, dried his hands, and walked out of the kitchen.

"I'm going to go out to remove the spirit, do you want to come along?" Pan Hao said.

"I'm not going, I haven't edited the short video I shot today, I'm going to stay at home and finish editing it." Ling knew what Pan Hao was talking about, it was the young lady who met on the street who was targeted by an unknown mystery, she originally planned to go with Pan Hao, but now her mind has changed, and she is bent on the short video of removing the spirit, wanting to edit it as soon as possible and then post it on the Douyin platform.

Pan Hao listened, there was no surprise, he just asked in passing.

When it was late at night, Pan Hao's expression moved, and his eyes turned in a certain direction, coming!

The thought of possessing Watanabe Shiho sensed a mysterious and treacherous aura approaching her.

Pan Hao and Ling spoke, and after going out, he looked up to find the direction, his qi and blood exploded, and the whole person directly tore open the void and disappeared in place.

With Pan Hao's current strength, it didn't take long for his physical body to cross the void and reach the location of Watanabe Zhiho, and it could be said that it was completed in a few breaths.

Pan Hao walked out of the void and appeared in front of Shiho Watanabe's house.

Looking at the hazy night, the mysterious and treacherous aura is like a bizarre bubble, shrouding Watanabe Shiho's home, dragging it step by step into the mysterious side interface.

It is conceivable that once you get out of reality and fall into the mysterious side, in the other party's territory, you can't help yourself, you can only be slaughtered.

Bang!

Strange movements, coming from the house.

It sounded like someone was throwing small stones, and it was loud in the silence of the night.

Pan Hao's eyes were slightly bright, and there was a flash of electricity in his pupils, and everything in the house was in his eyes.

The chaotic magnetic field, chaotic colors, distorted light, noisy sounds, and a ghostly little boy standing in the room with a slingshot in his hand and smiling at Watanabe Shiho formed a terrifying picture.

Little boy

……………………………………………………………… I've seen other people's overlooks.,Forgot that I still have a book to update.,Now I'm staying up late to code words.,You can read it at 9 o'clock in the morning....................................................................................................................................

Watanabe Shiho woke up in the morning, opened his eyes, looked at the ceiling, it was white, and he was quietly relieved, he really had a nightmare last night, but it was a little too realistic, and now I still remember it vividly.

Watanabe Shiho turned his head sideways and glanced at the window, the glass was shining with glass in the morning light, and the window was not damaged at all, well, to confirm again, it was really a terrible nightmare last night.

Thinking of this, Watanabe Zhiho relaxed, his hands were stretched outward, he stretched his waist, and stayed in the warm quilt for a while before he got out of bed and washed.

After washing up, taking the bread I bought from the convenience store yesterday in my hand, with a carton of milk, Shiho Watanabe sat on a chair, eating bread and drinking milk in small bites, this is today's breakfast.

After breakfast, Shiho Watanabe threw the bread bag and milk carton into the trash, took out a set of clothes from the closet and put it on his body, dressed up, went to the entrance and put his feet in the high heels, bent down to put the velvet slippers in the shoe cabinet, opened the door, and a new day began.

Watanabe walked out of the house and subconsciously glanced out the window, there was no change in the slightest, no difference from usual, as if nothing had really happened.

Watanabe shook his head, leaving the last trace of suspense in his heart, rushed to the tram platform, and waited for five or six minutes for the tram to come.

Watanabe followed the flow of people into the tram, but fortunately there was still a vacant seat on the tram, she hurriedly walked over, occupied a seat, and sat down by the window.

Looking at the scenery outside the window, Watanabe suddenly thought of the way home by the tram last night, and accidentally found the child playing with a slingshot shooting stones in the park, his beautiful eyes were slightly condensed, and a haze flashed in his heart.

Is it a coincidence, a dream, or a ......

Watanabe Zhiho's lips pursed slightly, and a trace of sadness appeared between his eyebrows unconsciously, and he couldn't dissolve.

Squeak!

The tram arrived.

Watanabe got off the tram, stepped on high heels, and walked in the direction of the company, and after half an hour, he came to the office building, took the elevator to the ninth floor, and after checking in at the punch card at the door of the company, he started today's front desk work.

Watanabe Shiho woke up in the morning, opened his eyes, looked at the ceiling, it was white, and he was quietly relieved, he really had a nightmare last night, but it was a little too realistic, and now I still remember it vividly.

Watanabe Shiho turned his head sideways and glanced at the window, the glass was shining with glass in the morning light, and the window was not damaged at all, well, to confirm again, it was really a terrible nightmare last night.

Thinking of this, Watanabe Zhiho relaxed, his hands were stretched outward, he stretched his waist, and stayed in the warm quilt for a while before he got out of bed and washed.

After washing up, taking the bread I bought from the convenience store yesterday in my hand, with a carton of milk, Shiho Watanabe sat on a chair, eating bread and drinking milk in small bites, this is today's breakfast.

After breakfast, Shiho Watanabe threw the bread bag and milk carton into the trash, took out a set of clothes from the closet and put it on his body, dressed up, went to the entrance and put his feet in the high heels, bent down to put the velvet slippers in the shoe cabinet, opened the door, and a new day began.

Watanabe walked out of the house and subconsciously glanced out the window, there was no change in the slightest, no difference from usual, as if nothing had really happened.

Watanabe shook his head, leaving the last trace of suspense in his heart, rushed to the tram platform, and waited for five or six minutes for the tram to come.

Watanabe followed the flow of people into the tram, but fortunately there was still a vacant seat on the tram, she hurriedly walked over, occupied a seat, and sat down by the window.

Looking at the scenery outside the window, Watanabe suddenly thought of the way home by the tram last night, and accidentally found the child playing with a slingshot shooting stones in the park, his beautiful eyes were slightly condensed, and a haze flashed in his heart.

Is it a coincidence, a dream, or a ......

Watanabe Zhiho's lips pursed slightly, and a trace of sadness appeared between his eyebrows unconsciously, and he couldn't dissolve.

Squeak!

The tram arrived.

Watanabe got off the tram, stepped on high heels, and walked in the direction of the company, and after half an hour, he came to the office building, took the elevator to the ninth floor, and after checking in at the punch card at the door of the company, he started today's front desk work.

Watanabe Shiho woke up in the morning, opened his eyes, looked at the ceiling, it was white, and he was quietly relieved, he really had a nightmare last night, but it was a little too realistic, and now I still remember it vividly.

Watanabe Shiho turned his head sideways and glanced at the window, the glass was shining with glass in the morning light, and the window was not damaged at all, well, to confirm again, it was really a terrible nightmare last night.

Thinking of this, Watanabe Zhiho relaxed, his hands were stretched outward, he stretched his waist, and stayed in the warm quilt for a while before he got out of bed and washed.

After washing up, taking the bread I bought from the convenience store yesterday in my hand, with a carton of milk, Shiho Watanabe sat on a chair, eating bread and drinking milk in small bites, this is today's breakfast.

After breakfast, Shiho Watanabe threw the bread bag and milk carton into the trash, took out a set of clothes from the closet and put it on his body, dressed up, went to the entrance and put his feet in the high heels, bent down to put the velvet slippers in the shoe cabinet, opened the door, and a new day began.

Watanabe walked out of the house and subconsciously glanced out the window, there was no change in the slightest, no difference from usual, as if nothing had really happened.

Watanabe shook his head, leaving the last trace of suspense in his heart, rushed to the tram platform, and waited for five or six minutes for the tram to come.

Watanabe followed the flow of people into the tram, but fortunately there was still a vacant seat on the tram, she hurriedly walked over, occupied a seat, and sat down by the window.

Looking at the scenery outside the window, Watanabe suddenly thought of the way home by the tram last night, and accidentally found the child playing with a slingshot shooting stones in the park, his beautiful eyes were slightly condensed, and a haze flashed in his heart.

Is it a coincidence, a dream, or a ......

Watanabe Zhiho's lips pursed slightly, and a trace of sadness appeared between his eyebrows unconsciously, and he couldn't dissolve.

Squeak!

The tram arrived.

Watanabe got off the tram, stepped on high heels, and walked in the direction of the company, and after half an hour, he came to the office building, took the elevator to the ninth floor, and after checking in at the punch card at the door of the company, he started today's front desk work.

Watanabe Shiho woke up in the morning, opened his eyes, looked at the ceiling, it was white, and he was quietly relieved, he really had a nightmare last night, but it was a little too realistic, and now I still remember it vividly.

Watanabe Shiho turned his head sideways and glanced at the window, the glass was shining with glass in the morning light, and the window was not damaged at all, well, to confirm again, it was really a terrible nightmare last night.

Thinking of this, Watanabe Zhiho relaxed, his hands were stretched outward, he stretched his waist, and stayed in the warm quilt for a while before he got out of bed and washed.

After washing up, taking the bread I bought from the convenience store yesterday in my hand, with a carton of milk, Shiho Watanabe sat on a chair, eating bread and drinking milk in small bites, this is today's breakfast.

After breakfast, Shiho Watanabe threw the bread bag and milk carton into the trash, took out a set of clothes from the closet and put it on his body, dressed up, went to the entrance and put his feet in the high heels, bent down to put the velvet slippers in the shoe cabinet, opened the door, and a new day began.

Watanabe walked out of the house and subconsciously glanced out the window, there was no change in the slightest, no difference from usual, as if nothing had really happened.

Watanabe shook his head, leaving the last trace of suspense in his heart, rushed to the tram platform, and waited for five or six minutes for the tram to come.

Watanabe followed the flow of people into the tram, but fortunately there was still a vacant seat on the tram, she hurriedly walked over, occupied a seat, and sat down by the window.

Looking at the scenery outside the window, Watanabe suddenly thought of the way home by the tram last night, and accidentally found the child playing with a slingshot shooting stones in the park, his beautiful eyes were slightly condensed, and a haze flashed in his heart.

Is it a coincidence, a dream, or a ......

Watanabe Zhiho's lips pursed slightly, and a trace of sadness appeared between his eyebrows unconsciously, and he couldn't dissolve.

Squeak!

The tram arrived.

Watanabe got off the tram, stepped on high heels, and walked in the direction of the company, and after half an hour, he came to the office building, took the elevator to the ninth floor, and after checking in at the punch card at the door of the company, he started today's front desk work.

Watanabe Shiho woke up in the morning, opened his eyes, looked at the ceiling, it was white, and he was quietly relieved, he really had a nightmare last night, but it was a little too realistic, and now I still remember it vividly.

Watanabe Shiho turned his head sideways and glanced at the window, the glass was shining with glass in the morning light, and the window was not damaged at all, well, to confirm again, it was really a terrible nightmare last night.

Thinking of this, Watanabe Zhiho relaxed, his hands were stretched outward, he stretched his waist, and stayed in the warm quilt for a while before he got out of bed and washed.

After washing up, taking the bread I bought from the convenience store yesterday in my hand, with a carton of milk, Shiho Watanabe sat on a chair, eating bread and drinking milk in small bites, this is today's breakfast.

After breakfast, Shiho Watanabe threw the bread bag and milk carton into the trash, took out a set of clothes from the closet and put it on his body, dressed up, went to the entrance and put his feet in the high heels, bent down to put the velvet slippers in the shoe cabinet, opened the door, and a new day began.

Watanabe walked out of the house and subconsciously glanced out the window, there was no change in the slightest, no difference from usual, as if nothing had really happened.

Watanabe shook his head, leaving the last trace of suspense in his heart, rushed to the tram platform, and waited for five or six minutes for the tram to come.

Watanabe followed the flow of people into the tram, but fortunately there was still a vacant seat on the tram, she hurriedly walked over, occupied a seat, and sat down by the window.

Looking at the scenery outside the window, Watanabe suddenly remembered that on the way home by the tram last night, he accidentally found the child in the park who was playing with a slingshot and shooting stones, and his beautiful eyes were slight

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