Thinking of this, I subconsciously stretched out my arm, and a dragon pattern spiraled upward, and the green and faint ruler was immediately held in the palm of my hand.

Inject the flame that can be freely controlled for the time being, the flame is dangerous, but the red lines on the ruler loom with a very strange light, I shook my hand, and threw the first ruler onto the dartboard in the bedroom, followed by the second, the third, when the five rulers were thrown out, the dragon pattern on the body has completely faded, and I opened my clothes and looked at it, and the scars on my body were densely packed and unclear.

"Knock knock."

Someone was knocking on the door, I quickly put on my clothes and walked out, and when I opened the door, I saw the ghost girl standing at the door with a smile.

"What's wrong?" Seeing her excited, I asked, but when the other party heard this, he took out a very common sketch book from behind and put it in front of him, pointed to the grinning thing on it and said to me: "Look, it doesn't look like you~"

“”

I stared at the pencil thing, without blinking my eyes, and after half a minute, I took a deep breath and almost cried.

Seriously, it's not like it, it's not like it at all, and many places have been deliberately ugly by this girl, thinking of this, I bit my lip and rushed over to pull this little girl over and beat her, but I didn't think about it, the ghost who had long been familiar with my routine swooped out, and there was no way to catch up with her even if I started the ghost step.

The little girl smirked, climbed onto the sofa in the living room, and then hugged the pillow to show a very cunning little appearance, I pointed to the floor in front of me, and said to her, "You come here." ”

"Nope." The ghost said, and made a grimace, and I nodded when I saw her like this, and then, the curse in my heart flew away again.

But just like the last time, in less than a second, the ghost ran to the kitchen door a little faster than me, and not only that, but she smirked and smirked.

I pinched my waist, speechless, it seems, the ghost this Nizi's talent is really much better than mine, this "Liuren Ghost Gang", it can be regarded as the unique skill of the old man Chen, I haven't fully mastered it yet, but here in the ghost, you can use it casually, and, whether it is speed, direction, or timing, distance, it is obviously more accurate than me, from this point of view alone, I should be frustrated.

Yes, yes.

Nodding, I picked up the pillow and lay down on the sofa with a depressed face, and then, with a wry smile.

It's strange to be unlucky, in the past, I always thought that I was very smart, and I worked hard enough to do things, but when I met Ding Ling and ghosts, nothing became good.

Seriously, in terms of force alone, I may not be Ding Ling's opponent, the reason why I can bully her is entirely because I can come up with any obscene tricks, as for the Taoist supernatural powers, I am far inferior to the little girl who is a ghost and a ghost.

I think back then, I still had to ask the ghost girl for some secret methods of Maoshan that the ninth master was unwilling to teach, and when I thought about the appearance of coaxing and deceiving at that time, I felt a little shameless.

"What's wrong? Started giggling again. As he was thinking, the ghost slowly leaned over, twisted his body, and slumped into the sofa in a very lazy position.

Seeing her put on a very well-behaved expression, I touched her head, then yawned and picked up a few magazines on the shelf and flipped through them, thinking about the events of last night, and hurried to the bedroom to take out the stained sheets and clean them.

The ghost saw it, and also came over to help, I hesitated, I was embarrassed to let her interfere, and just like that, a peaceful day passed, as always.

Because of yesterday's incident, Ding Ling's girl refused to give in, but this girl shrunk into the quilt, and she was very dishonest, this girl was like a prank, she had to drive her husband crazy, and when she got through, she almost suffocated her internal injuries, and she could only turn her grief into motivation and treat herself as a cook.

When I was visiting the morning market, I stumbled upon a carp, which seemed to be wild and not big, but it was very fresh, and I inquired about the price, and I thought it was pretty good, so the master who sold the fish helped kill it and brought it home.

Because it's morning, I don't like to eat particularly greasy, so, after asking the chief who was still sleeping lazily in the bed, it took me more than half an hour to boil a pot of fish soup, because I already knew Ding Ling's preferences well, so I was quite satisfied with the girl's answer for breakfast, not only won verbal praise, but also won a fragrant kiss when leaving.

Seeing that I was satisfied, the ghost wrinkled his little face and complained, she asked me why I suddenly became so unpursued, I said you are too young, you don't understand, how do you know, as soon as these words came out, the ghost immediately put on a very resentful attitude, looked down, and tilted his head to look in the mirror, and then poked the chopsticks at the bottom of the bowl and muttered: "Xiaoxiao, where is it small." ”

"It's small everywhere, little brat." As I spoke, I pinched her nose to see if it was too early, and went out with the ghost.

Because the distance from the studio is not very far, so I didn't take a taxi, I followed the path that I often went in and out of, I took the ghost and Mi'er through the dark and narrow alleys, and occasionally met two pedestrians, they would cast surprised looks, but most of those people's eyes were focused on the ghost and Mi'er, the little fox, and they were not very interested in me, the man with a backpack on his back.

The book is brief, when I arrived at the Iron Building Studio, it was not yet eight o'clock, I pulled the roller shutter door up, and cleaned up the house with the ghost, and the ghost held the tablet and played a small game of tower defense that was very popular at the time, and I was lying on the bench in the studio and dozing off.

It's what we do most often, and we're all used to it.

Little Fat They came later than us, and together with the big cow, when they saw me coming, they all came over and asked me with a smile and a smile and asked me what happened yesterday, and their words were full of envy. Although they have long guessed that Ding Ling's private life with me and Ding Ling, who has always been very tired, I will not admit this kind of thing.

However, in order to maintain Uncle Ben's tall image, I still blew it to them while drinking tea, although in words, I spared no effort to portray myself as a man who could be the master of the house, but the two bastards who knew me well did not believe it at all.