Very spacious room, Bai Sai Ge lives alone.

At this moment, she was lying on the big bed, her face pale and very weak.

Daoist Jia and I looked at each other, and both frowned.

Even if I didn't open my yin and yang eyes, I could still see that there was a ghost rising on Bai Saige's shoulders.

Daoist Jia must have felt it too.

Bai Xiege struggled to sit up and smiled apologetically: "You guys are here, I'm sorry, I suddenly got sick in the past two days, and I was tired, so I couldn't go down to pick you up." ”

My attention quickly shifted from the ghost qi to the white sacrifice song.

To be honest, I was a little dumbfounded. This has nothing to do with being lustful or not, pure appreciation, a big beauty in front of you, you can't think she's ugly.

The white sacrificial song is not high, and it is a little more than one meter six by eye. But the body proportion is particularly good, the upper body is short, the legs are super long, the front is convex, exquisite, wearing a white knee-length dress, revealing a white and tender calf, the leg shape is straight, it is simply flawless.

The neckline is very small, and it has a bit of a classical taste......

There is a kind of woman who can make people ignore her appearance, and that feeling of nothingness alone is amazing!

A faint fragrance emanates from the body of the white sacrifice song, refreshing people's hearts and spleens, making people feel like bathed in holy light, the impetuous heart is calm, the irritability is swept away, natural and peaceful, it is indescribably comfortable.

To be honest, I can't bear to look at her face.

I am afraid that there will be a slight flaw in my facial features, which will delay the approachability that has been precipitated by the ten generations of good deeds.

She didn't disappoint me!

Sandalwood mouth, cherry lips, Qiong nose, slightly curved at the end of the eyes, slightly flushed around, obviously without makeup, but it is like applying a faint eye shadow, shaped like a peach blossom, the long eyelashes at the end of the eyes are upturned, the eyes are clear and shiny, as if drunk but not drunk, even when frowning, there is a natural smile, blurry but not charming, pitiful, simply seductive.

A beauty that is often met once in thousands of years on the Internet is a yarn? This girl is really a work of art carefully cared for by Nuwa.

Daoist Jia shook his hand in front of my eyes: "Hey, hey, hey!" Little brother? Feed! Come back to your senses! Your third uncle and grandmother put your eyes on other people's chests. ”

Where am I looking at the breasts of the White Sacrifice Song?

I suddenly realized that from the moment I came in, a pervert like me, I hadn't looked at her breasts, I hadn't looked at her ass, and my eyes stayed on her calves for a moment, and then they fell on her face, and I couldn't take my eyes off it. This girl has a temperament that makes people unbearable to blaspheme.

I lowered my voice and asked, "Lao Jia, why are you blind?" That's what you call looking like a ghost? ”

Daoist Jia leaned into my ear: "You kid is blind." Is this called pretty? Thin like what, weak and weak like Lin Daiyu, numb, not to mention whether you can get the bed, even if you close your eyes and grit your teeth, do you dare to scare? It didn't take two hits to fall apart. Look at that look again, tsk...... It's the same nose and two eyes, look at Zhang Zhuzhu's kind of blessing, another day let you see Xiaomei's kind of heavenly fullness, and then look at the white sacrifice song, I wondered, how can there be such an ugly person in the world? ”

I was dumbfounded by Daoist Jia's aesthetics.

Next Olympics!

The world is so big that there are no surprises. The ancients did not deceive me, this Jia Taoist is definitely a unique wonder throughout the ages.

The tone of the white sacrifice song is soft and glutinous, and the accent is a bit Taiwanese.

I asked, "Miss Bai is Taiwanese?" ”

Bai Xiege nodded and smiled: "Call me Saige, I was born in Taiwan, and I moved back to the mainland with my parents two years ago, I heard Mr. Jia say, although you are his junior brother, but you are profound, and you have a true heritage, this time, I have to bother Mr. Xiao." ”

Me: "I'll talk about the conjuring later, Bai ...... Belch...... Sacrificial Song...... You're haunted by ghosts. ”

Bai Sai Ge was stunned: "What? ”

She smiled and said, "Little sir, I have never made a grudge against anyone, nor have I done anything bad, how can there be a ghost pestering me?" ”

Me: "You're not just tired. Do you still have some breathing difficulties and neck pain? Love the shade and don't like the sun? ”

The girl next to Bai Xiege was surprised: "How do you know? It's all right. The pigeons are very afraid of light these days, and as soon as they see the light, the symptoms will worsen and they will be dizzy. We went to the hospital for a check-up, but all the indicators were normal. Please sir, please save the pigeons. ”

Bai Xige lowered her head, there was bitterness and relief in her smile, and she muttered to herself: "Perhaps, my mother heard my prayer." She's going to take me away. ”

Where's her mom!

I opened my yin and yang eyes and looked towards the white sacrifice song.

There was a little imp, a boy, five or six years old, who was riding on her neck. With his hands around her head and his legs tightly around her neck, he was staring at me.

The little ghost has fangs and a red thread tied around his wrist.

Wait a minute......

Red line!

I once read a similar story. It's about raising little ghosts. Ask the imp to go home, knead it into a thin thread with his hair, soak it in his own blood, then close the corpse oil and light it, and the ashes will be smeared on the imp's wrist, and this red thread will appear on the imp's wrist.

The master feeds with his own blood and drives the imps to do things for themselves.

This little ghost was raised by someone else!

Someone wants to harm the white sacrifice song! Could it be the Ten Wicked Ones?

At this moment, Bai Xingge's mobile phone rang.

When she saw the caller ID, her eyes lit up, and in her bitter smile, she finally had happiness: "Xinyi? Did the photo shoot go well? ”

A girl's delicate voice came from the other side of the phone: "I'm annoyed, there are so many things for photographers and investors." But finally it's done today, no, I'll come to see our family as soon as I finish work, pigeon, I brought your favorite bubble tea, super large cup...... Ha ha...... I'll go downstairs, you're going to be washed up and waiting for me. ”

Hanging up the phone, Bai Xiege looked happy and said, "This is my best and best sister, her name is Huang Xinyi." Like me, I'm a graphic model. ”

Huang Xinyi is here.

The figure is really hot, a tall man of more than one meter seven, big waves, waves, painted exquisite outfits, Qi B small short skirt, autumn has arrived, and he still shows two white thighs.

But I really don't have a good impression of this girl.

I watched her shout the white sacrifice song one by one, and watched her feed the white sacrifice song and drink milk tea regardless of the presence of outsiders, showing her deep sisterhood.

What a hypocrisy!

Because, from the moment she entered the door, the little ghost riding around Bai Xige's neck suddenly brightened his eyes, and he stretched out his arms excitedly and shouted, "Mom...... Mommy ......"

Huang Xinyi wants to kill the white sacrifice song! The little ghost raised by Huang Xinyi, the most inhumane thing is that the little ghost raised is still her son!