The host wants to be human today

Chapter 894 Telling My Identity I Scared You To Death 7
As for why the timid still come to play with this kind of thing.

Hmm, have you ever heard that people are addicted to vegetables?

They like to pursue excitement, but the premise is that there is life!
Who would feel uncomfortable living a good life of the rich second generation.

Just as he was talking, he suddenly heard movement not far away.

Everyone's face changed.

"Fuck, did you hear that?"

At this time, there was another rumbling sound outside the window, and under the bright lightning, the faces of several boys were pale.

"... When will Brother Zhao come back?"

At this time, I regretted it very much, I regretted it very much, I knew that I should go with the young man, and it was useless to leave these trash here!

As the sound of movement got closer and closer, everyone couldn't help screaming and huddled together.

"Ahhh, don't eat me, don't eat me, I have the old and the young, I don't want to die yet!"

Song Lizhao who just walked into the hall: ...

The corners of his lips twitched, but he couldn't hold back the curse.

"Just this little courage?"

Isn't one more excited than the other when playing racing?

Why did you become a bunch of cowards when you got here?

Hearing a familiar voice, the person who was buried in howling paused, then raised his head cautiously, and called out tentatively.

"Zhao, Brother Zhao?"

The young man responded lightly, threw the broken flashlight aside, picked up another one they had scattered on the ground, and asked immediately.

"what happened?"

Seeing that it was really him, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and then crawled to his side, hugging his legs as if seeking a sense of security.

Under the young man's unkind gaze, the boy selectively ignored it, and then answered.

"Nothing happened here, how about you, brother Zhao? Is your side going well?"

Song Lizhao subconsciously glanced at the little girl floating beside him, then fell silent, not knowing how to answer.

Is he doing well?
When there was no response, everyone looked at him with a cautious tone and a little flustered.

"Why, what's the matter? Did you meet something?"

The young man pursed his lips and said in a low voice.

"Fortunately, the flashlight is broken."

The boy let out a sigh of relief.

"Oh, flashlight, what a big deal..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard the other party's pleasant voice sounding again.

"And then I met a ghost."

The little girl who was listening carefully to their conversation moved her ears and opened her mouth to refute.

But the young man seemed to know, and added first.

"It's not even a ghost."

At least she doesn't admit it.

Litang thought for a while, and this statement seemed to be correct, so she nodded her head to herself.

Yes, that's right, she is not a ghost.

Seeing her series of actions, Song Lizhao couldn't help but look a little strange.

When they heard his words, everyone was stunned for a moment, then raised their heads to look at him, only to find that their boss didn't know where he was looking.

Everyone froze and followed his line of sight in a little confusion.

He couldn't help but ask out loud.

"Zhao, Brother Zhao, where are you looking?"

Isn't there nothing over there?
Song Lizhao:?

He looked down at the bewildered expressions of the crowd, and then at the small figure beside him, his tone a little absurd.

"They can't see you?"

Li Tang blinked her eyes and nodded innocently.

"I didn't say they could see me."

The young man was silent, as if he didn't understand the current situation.

How come he happened to run into Xie.

And watching him and the air talking to himself, everyone was no less frightened than him.

Especially the thunder outside the window one after another, the person who hit was in a trance.

　I have a cold, I just finished drinking the medicine, and my head is a little dizzy, so I won’t add more today (uncomfortable), the days have changed too fast recently, babies should also pay attention to wearing thicker clothes!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)