Chapter 8 Yihongyuan Hotel(7)
Is it so unrestrained? The second time we met, we played in bed?
Sure enough, it deserves the name of Yihong Hospital.
After thinking about it, Yuan Qingli felt that there was nothing to escape, and it seemed that she couldn't escape, so she also sat on the edge of the bed.
"As the first one in forty-nine years willing to play with me, I decided that it was up to you to choose which game to play." The neighbor ghost is very generous.
"Okay, let's play table tennis." As the most powerful sport in the Celestial Empire, table tennis is hidden in the streets and alleys, and Yuan Qingli is also the champion in the school, and he still has two brushes.
I just don't know if there is a venue in this place?
The neighbor ghost responded lightly: "Neither, guess the boxing, dice, throwing pot, choose one of the three." ”
Yuan Qingli thought about it, playing dice, throwing pots, relying on the ability of ghosts to float through the door, it is not necessarily lost.
Only guessing boxing, a game that can be played by 90-year-olds and children as young as 3 years old, can they have a chance to win.
"Then guess the boxing." Yuan Qingli continued to smile.
"Yes, but I have a rule here, if you lose, you have to leave a little bride price for the other party."
Hearing that Yuan Qingli had a choice, the neighbor's ghost's eyes lit up: "I don't want much, I want your heart." ”
Looking at the other party's hot and cold and undisguised naked eyes staring at his chest, Yuan Qingli didn't feel that this was a strong love.
Sure enough, only a twenty-degree body can say such cold words.
When people are under the eaves, they must bow their heads, and they can only follow the customs.
"Then, I want you to teach me how to enter through the crack in the door."
"Okay, best-of-three. You shout one, two, three, and we'll punch together. The neighbor's eyes couldn't stop showing bloodshots.
Yuan Qingli felt that she was a huge piece of fat.
Phew, I'm not fat.
"One, two......"
According to scientific surveys, 51% of people habitually punch in the first round of guessing boxing, 32% like scissors, and paper is the lowest probability. So......
"Three."
Yuan Qingli was dumbfounded, and made a cloth by herself, and the other party made a clear, ironic victory gesture.
"It's okay, there are two more chances." The other party is quite friendly.
According to scientific research, after winning the first round, those who win the second round will get used to it......
Thoughts swirled, then frozen, shattered.
There seemed to be a cold wind blowing in the house, throwing Yuan Qingli into space and placing it below absolute zero.
She lost again.
"Fuck your bullshit scientific research, it's all a bunch of bricks, called beasts." Yuan Qingli couldn't help but burst into foul mouth, and the clothes behind her also had a little more wet marks.
If the expert is here, he will definitely shout grievances, and when did he say that it took effect on ghosts when he was investigating people?
"Your heart is mine." The other party's eager tone made Yuan Qingli fall into an ice cave again.
She finally knew why the 13th floor had not been cleaned. It is estimated that this layer is full of non-fuel-efficient goods.
"Do you want me to do it, or do you dig it up yourself?" Urgent words are comparable to those of people in love.
"I'll do it myself." Beads of sweat wet her bangs, and Yuan Qingli was a little distressed, "But I don't have a knife."
It can drag on for a second.
The bedside table pulled open slightly, and the rusty, bloodstained scissors were handed over—exactly the same one he had seen in the mirror earlier.
"I'm not sure I can dig it, I need to face the mirror." Yuan Qingli made a slight decision.
"Okay, let's go to the bathroom." The other laughed maliciously.