Killer Crossover: Little Miss Waste

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In the principal's small courtyard, the three elders played chess leisurely, poured drinks, and chatted about what they had and what they had, but they were uneasy.

"Master Xie, I have a friend of yours asking to see you!" Suddenly, an officer guarding the door came in and reported that although the three of them were under house arrest, they were still very respectful.

The old ghost went out in a hurry, and when he saw someone coming, he was slightly taken aback, his eyes filled with uncontrollable surprise: "Haha... old friends, why are you here?"

The old ghost pretended to be reunited after a long absence, not to mention how happy he was, he kept asking questions, and then invited: "Come in, come in." [

While the officers and soldiers were still in a daze, a few of them came in like that. As soon as they came in, they felt a lot of unusual breaths. The two restrained their breaths and walked slowly with awkward steps.

Shangguan Zhen looked around for a week as if nothing had happened, and secretly understood that he was being watched by many masters. It seemed that there were not only hundreds, but dozens of imperial immortals. It seemed that he had paid for it.

Several people walked into the room, first exchanged greetings and told about the past, all of them moved to tears, seemingly inadvertently, slowly, slowly, several people gathered together, the old ghost quietly grabbed Shangguanzhen's hand, The excitement on his face did not dare to be too presumptuous.

Sensing the strangeness in his hand, Shangguan Zhen seriously felt the masterpiece in the hands of the old ghost, three o'clock?Seeing the old ghost looking at him expectantly, he seemed afraid that he would not understand what it meant.

Shangguan Zhen smiled slightly, her old face was full of wrinkles, all gathered together, but she didn't dare to smile too much, for fear of showing her bright teeth.

A few people continued to exchange pleasantries, talking about things all over the world, making the men in black who were watching around look lifeless.

That's right, after monitoring for so long, there is no clue at all, and it's no wonder they don't suffocate them if they just go about their business step by step every day, drinking tea, chatting, and playing chess.

It's the same with old friends now, chatting and drinking tea seem to be eroding their will little by little, they think they are great killers, such a pediatric fact shouldn't mobilize the crowd, but the emperor's order must not be violated.

The time passed so slowly, and they slipped away quietly without knowing it, and it was evening in a short time. The few people were still chatting, talking and laughing, but they suffered from the watchers.

I'm bored for a day or two, and I'm not afraid for three or four days, but now I've been bored for almost a week. I can't talk, walk, or move. The consciousness of surveillance is gradually stripped away.