"Why not?" The voice sounded a little aggrieved, suffocated, and said again, "Barely it can be regarded as the same goal." ”

After all, the result is the same, right?

Wait, what did this little doll just call him?

Someone who finally understood that something was wrong immediately began to play dead.

Realizing that the time in front of him was flowing again, Sui Bao snorted lightly and muttered in a low voice, "Grandpa God is a big liar. ”

Disgust is disgust, but his old man has gone to such great lengths to speak, she can't refuse, right?

Don't look at the face of the monk and look at the face of the Buddha.

Seeing that the originally arrogant woman was choked by the female ghost at this moment, and her eyes were wide and red, the little milk group cleared her throat and said, "Beautiful aunt, if you kill this bad aunt, you will never see your little brother again." ”

"What did you say?" The female ghost turned her neck stiffly, her bloodshot eyes staring at Sui Bao deadly, and black marks with a rich yin aura spread all over her pale face, and the whole face was indescribably weird.

If it weren't for the fact that his hand was still pressed, Ning Tingchen would definitely not care about the 3721 throwing spell over.

Ning Ziyan silently stretched out his hand, intending to cover the eyes of the little milk group, not realizing that his face was much uglier than his sister.

Just like Ning Yuanhang said before, I don't know who is afraid.

Facing the eyes of the female ghost who wanted to eat people, Sui Bao raised the corners of her lips and smiled brightly, and said in a milky voice: "Beautiful aunt can also choose to die with her."

But in this case, the mother-son relationship between you and the third generation of your little brother can only end in this life. ”

For a mother who has lost her son, the temptation of nothing is greater than making up for the regret.

The female ghost grabbed the woman's fingers and slowly loosened her strength, and whispered in a hoarse voice: "The mother-son relationship of the third world." ”

She raised her lips with difficulty, and the bloody tears in the corners of her eyes wept and laughed: "God has eyes, God has eyes!" ”

Hearing this, the corners of Sui Bao's mouth became even more curved, and he asked Tiandao in a hearted voice, "Grandpa, listen, the beautiful aunt is praising you!" ”

Heavenly Dao: "......"

I don't want to hear it, and I have a feeling that it's not particularly wonderful.

Without waiting for him to withdraw his consciousness, he heard the little milk group grin, "If you don't speak, I'll let you agree, and the mother-son relationship between the beautiful aunt and the little brother will be handed over to you." ”

Heavenly Dao: "??? ”

The female ghost crying and laughing is indeed too penetrating, and her black and white face is full of blood, just like a demon who has just crawled out of hell.

Rao has seen Ning Tingchen and Ning Ziyan, who have seen strong winds and waves, and their faces are so good that they can't see anywhere, let alone the two little ones whose age and experience are far from reaching.

Lu Mojin and Gu Yimu's faces can be described in four words, and their faces are ugly as if they will pass directly in the next moment.

The female ghost saw her appearance from the reflection of Lu Mojin's pupils, and with a miserable scream of "ah", she quickly withdrew her hand and covered her face.

Her voice was full of pain, and she said with a cry: "Yangyang, mom is ugly, don't look at mom, it will scare you." ”

Hearing this, the three children's faces were anxious to varying degrees, and they said in unison, "Aunt (auntie) is not ugly." ”

Listening to their names, the female ghost was in a trance for a while, and at the same time she was sober and laughed stupidly at herself, "How can I admit my own Yangyang?" ”

Sensing that her mood swings were not quite right, Sui Bao frowned and pinched his fingers, angry, "It's you again!" ”

As she spoke, her chubby little hands pinched quickly, and there were words in her mouth.

"Sleepy!" As the sharp little milk sound fell, a golden light flowed from Sui Bao's fingertips and flew towards the camera hanging in the corner of the restaurant.

When the golden light touched the camera, there was a "zizi" sound of flames burning.

Soon, several wisps of black qi with evil aura rushed out, and they were quickly covered by the net of golden light change.

The black qi seemed to have a spiritual intelligence, realizing that he was trapped, and he was desperately struggling in the golden net, but he couldn't shake the golden net in the slightest.

Seeing that the golden net was shrinking smaller and smaller, the black qi suddenly stopped struggling, and conjured the shape of an eye, and the pitch-black eyes turned around and stared at the old treasure.

Obviously, the eyes condensed by the black qi were dead things, but when everyone looked at them, they only felt that there was a living person standing on the other side of this eye at this moment.

is watching their every move.

Even if she has turned into a ghost, the female ghost can't help but feel a sense of trembling when she sees this eye, which is a fear she has never felt in the past few years since she became a ghost.

It's like, from the depths of her soul, even if you don't look at it, you can't help but tremble.

Soon, the eye spoke.

"Pray for the New Year, long time no see."