Pick up a corpse to be reborn: Miss Ghost

Chapter 137

"Clear, retreat, go down."

It can be seen that this is an empty room without such a troublesome pose.

The waking ones outside the door were about to move on to the next room when footsteps sounded not far away.

They were shocked immediately, Su Xingzhi immediately kicked Ningmei who had just retreated behind the door, and flew back, and then she jumped under the bed like an arrow and hid.

Pan Qiaoer flew to the beam of the house, Yan Nianzhen hid behind the door, frowning... It's better to hang it on the wall as a humanoid backdrop.Anyway, it's so dark right now that it's impossible to tell that there are humanoid objects pasted on the wall.

Just when they had just hid, the door was pushed open with a "squeak", and two figures, one tall and one short, were reflected by the clear light of the moon that finally peeked out from the clouds outside.

"Gong Gong, we are still on duty~ Does this count as dereliction of duty?"

Yan Nian's voice was very familiar.

"Shoushou, don't worry, those guys just looked around and went to hide and gamble? No one comes here, so we can... huh huh huh."

With a very unflattering laugh, Yan Nian really wanted to kick them out again.

"Then... well~ I haven't talked to Gong Gong for a long time, so what's the matter~"

Shou Shou's shy voice made all four of them black out.

"Shou Shou!"

Gong Gong domineeringly let out a very low voice, and then there was an extremely ambiguous exchange of saliva in the air.

Two pairs of feet that were almost stuck together came to the side of the bed. When she woke up, she only felt that the weak wooden bed above her head "creaked", and the whole bed sank a lot, almost touching her head.

"Gong Gong, oh, that's right there, wow, a little more force, Ya 蠛蝶~KIMOJI~"

Su Xingzhi, Pan Qiaoer, Ning Mei, Yan Nianzhen: "..."

This Shoushou, has you seen too much mud bang ****?
As the clothes fell to the ground one by one, soon, the wooden bed above Su Xingzhi's head began to move up and down rhythmically.

Accompanied by Gong Gong and Shou Shou's high-pitched shouts of joy, after a while, some kind of milky white viscous liquid with a fishy smell flowed down the gap between the bed boards to Su Xingzhi's face...

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This, does it count as ***?
(End of this chapter)