The wooden sword thrown out suddenly swelled and plunged into the chest of the half-faced ghost from the back, which made Zhao Jing, who was squatting on the side, shocked after seeing it.

Zhao Yuan is still young, he definitely can't do this series of actions, it must be affected by the wooden sword.

This wooden sword is really a treasure!

is so spiritual, and will help the master kill ghosts.

No, it's not a direct kill.

In Zhao Jing's field of vision, the half-faced aunt did not let out the imaginary scream, but she was a little sluggish with a sword in her chest, and the appearance on her face changed dramatically.

From the original half of the face, it was slowly restored to a complete face, this face, the face is round, and there is a hint of peace.

Ignoring the rich golden light of the wooden sword, she turned around and looked at Zhao Yuan, who was stunned, her face overflowing with kindness.

She stretched out her hand and touched Zhao Yuan's head.

Under normal circumstances, ghosts have no way to touch living people, and the aunt touched the air, but pretended to touch it, and gently stroked Zhao Yuan's head with her palm.

Zhao Yuan lowered his head, looked like he had made a mistake, sat and waited for the adult to teach him, and whispered:

"I'm sorry, grandma, but I'm ...... I didn't mean to......"

The little girl pierced the chest of a ghost with her sword. In her concept, ghosts are also people, people who can't be touched by coolness.

Fortunately, she didn't know what killing was, she only knew that she had a playful heart, but she hurt the other party.

The aunt grinned, this time her face was no longer terrifying, on the contrary, it made people feel very comfortable laughing.

"It's okay, grandma wants to thank you, thank you for sobering me up. Thank you for letting me know that Ning Ning has gone down to reincarnate. ”

"You have her breath on you."

"Now, I'm going to accompany my Ning Ning, I'm afraid I won't be able to catch up with her when it's late."

As she spoke, Auntie's spirit body gradually turned into a black smoke and flew into the golden light of the wooden sword.

Inside, there seems to be a door that leads to another world.

As Zhao Jing expected, the main function of this magic weapon was not to destroy, but to transcend.

The aunt disappeared, and the wooden sword became the size of a palm again, falling into Zhao Yuan's palm.

Zhao Yuan ran to his father and asked with an unhappy face, "Dad, did I do something bad?" She said that she is Ning Ning's mother, and Ning Ning's mother is not a demon. ”

Zhao Jing pondered for a moment before picking up Zhao Yuan and explaining,

"No, fate has done a good thing. fate sent Ning Ning's mother back to Ning Ning. In the future, Ning Ning will never be bullied by a bad uncle again. ”

"Really?"

"Really, as long as fate holds this little wooden sword, it can help more cool people and send them to another world full of hope."

"Okay, I got it."

"But you can't do that to a living person, it's not right. It can only be done to cool people. ”

"Okay, I got it."

Still sneaked back home through the side door, Zhao Jing felt super helpless.

The little girl has been sullen because of this incident, and no matter how much she coaxes on the road, it is useless.

When I entered the door, I saw Zhao Feiyan, who was wearing a silk nightdress, holding a book in her hand, half-leaning on the sofa, revealing her smooth and white long legs.

Zhao Yuan glanced at his mother, flattened his mouth, walked over without saying a word, and then stepped on the stairs alone.

Knock knock!

The little girl was angry, and her little short legs stepped on every step, deliberately increasing her strength.

At the same time, the small wooden sword in his hand was still flicked one by one, following the rhythm of stepping on the stairs, hitting the gauntlet of the stairs, and the sound of bells and bells pierced through the hall.

Zhao Feiyan put down the book and took off her glasses.

Picked up the freshly brewed red robe on the coffee table, took a sip before asking:

"What's wrong with her?"

"Maybe it's the first time I've killed someone, so I'm a little unaccustomed to it......"

Zhao Jing spread his hands, sat down next to her, snatched the teacup in her hand, and swallowed it fiercely.

Whew~

There was a scream from inside the house.

Zhao Jing jumped up, stuck out his tongue, and kept fanning his mouth with his palm.

On the other hand, he said vaguely: "Sister Yan, it's so hot, why don't you remind me ......"

Zhao Feiyan hugged her chest, and in the wide nightdress, two soft peaks rose from the ground in an instant, and squeezed together, both of which had a feeling of overflowing.

She stared at Zhao Jing and didn't say a word.

Zhao Jing also stared at her...... on the chest, without saying a word.

I even forgot about the burn.

Ahem, time stood still for ten seconds before Zhao Jing came back to his senses.

Then under Zhao Feiyan's cold gaze, Zhao Jing picked her up, sat on the sofa, and put her on his lap.

Hey, little sample, I went home, the real estate certificate is written in the man's name, and I'm still afraid that your eyes will kill?

A man openly molests his wife at home, can you still call the police?

Hey, hey, hey.

Zhao Feiyan, who had taken a bath, her skin was at its smoothest and most tender, Zhao Jing hugged her tightly, and her heart was full of emotion, she didn't feel it at all, the air conditioner had obviously not been moved, but the temperature in the house seemed to drop by several degrees.

"You're inflated."

Zhao Feiyan pulled her hair, but she didn't have a trace of gentle temperament, but her expression became more and more cold.

"yes, I'm very inflated right now!"

Zhao Jing has not died for too long, and he is immersed in beauty for a while and cannot extricate himself, unaware of the approaching ice age.

Then, there was a loud "boom" in the house.

Zhao Yuan ran out of the room, squatted down, grabbed two small pillars, and poked his head out from between the guardrails on the second floor, like a prisoner who was holding on to an iron net and longing for the flowery world outside.

Zhao Yuan looked downstairs hard and found that his mother was lifting up the sofa, while his father was lying on the floor on his side, holding his waist, wailing again and again.

"I'm so tired, my dad was beaten by my mom again."

The little girl sighed, it was time for her to appear and persuade her to fight.

Zhao Yuan subconsciously wanted to retract his head, and then found something strange......

Hey? Why is my head still outside?

Hey? Why can't my head go back?

……

Stunned for a few seconds, holding the pillar tightly with both hands, Zhao Yuan shouted pitifully downstairs:

"Daddy~Mom~"

"I can't take my head......"

"Woo woo woo~"

……

Twenty minutes later, Zhao Feiyan wiped the mud on Zhao Yuan's face, and slapped her ass from time to time.

Zhao Yuan stuck out his tongue while his mother couldn't see it.

Zhao Jing held his waist and threw the sharp awl hammer on Zhao Feiyan's beloved coffee table, his movements were quite rude.

It's really hard, not to mention being thrown over the shoulder by a woman, and after the fall, I have to go through the tools to rescue the daughter whose head is stuck......

Thinking of the scene just now when Zhao Yuan stretched out his little head from between the guardrails and looked at them with an innocent face, Zhao Jing couldn't help but sigh.

"Really good at playing!"

……