LITTLE GOBLIN: Master, Don’t Come Here!

The son is clearly walking in front, how can he make a sound in the back?

He was terrified in his heart. He wanted to call people, but he was afraid that the son would be like himself. He stepped up two steps and walked over to Zhang Mingqiao, shooting his arm.

Zhang Mingqiao is not clear: "What happened to the cold?"

Han Sheng's face is pale: "Junzi, I just heard that you called me."

Zhang Mingqiao just wanted to say if you got it wrong, and suddenly remembered what it was, and the look was also a cure.

"You didn't answer it?" he asked.

Han Sheng shook his head.

He went on to say: "The voice is exactly the same as the son of the son. If it is not for me to react, you are going ahead. I am afraid that I will be recruited."

Zhang Mingqiao's look is cold. If you hear strangers calling your name at night, don't look back. This is what the elders have told him since he was a child.

Now the ghosts outside are obviously high-spirited, not strange voices, and directly confuse people with the voices of close people.

He thought about it and said: "Then don't call the name."

He looked at the cold life and whispered: "In these few days, what do we have, say directly, remember, don't call people."

Hansheng nodded quickly.

The two entered the room with a heavy heart.

When I lit the light, I found that the room was extremely spacious, the room was all there, and the windows were tightly closed.

If it is on weekdays, Zhang Mingqiao is going to read a book before going to sleep, but today is really upset, and there is no book to take it out. The two slightly cleaned up and laid out on the bed.

Outside, you can hear the whistling wind blowing, or you can hear one or two faint crying, which is shocking on this quiet night.

Consistent nerve thick cold can not sleep.

"寒生~"

"Horn?"

"Zhang Mingqiao..."

"The son?"

Zhang Mingqiao and Han Sheng both looked at each other and could see the color of fear in each other's eyes.

Under such circumstances, I am afraid that there is no way to fall asleep all night.

Just when the two smiled bitterly, there was a sound of cold and jade collision outside the room.

"Where is the ghost of the wild ghost, who is disturbing the dream outside my house?"

Zhang Mingqiao's look changed, he naturally recognized, this is the voice of the green girl.

There seemed to be a few more words outside, but the vagueness was not clear, and there was a loud noise.

Soon, the outside was quiet.

The sound of the wind is gone, the faint crying is gone, and the voice that makes the scalp numb like the ear and then yells its name is gone.

When they were sleepy, the two soon slept.

......

Outside the room.

Above the huge flower tree, the green sound rests on a huge branch.

In her hand, she was holding a transparent bottle with a large palm. There was a black mist in the bottle that was tumbling. It seemed to struggle to run out, but there was nothing to do.

I looked at it coldly and coldly: "Dare to make a time outside my house, there must be a sense of falling and head."

She threw the bottle into her sleeve and said: "When I close you for ten or eight years, I will not let you see your performance."

She closed her eyes and raised her **** by the flower tree.

The courtyard was quiet, and Zhang Mingqiao in the room was caught in a dream of a snowy month.

There is a soft and smiling face in the dream. There is a soft and gentle body in the spirit snake, and there is a low-pitched voice.

When I woke up, Zhang Mingqiao still had some unknowns.

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Ask for a monthly ticket for a monthly ticket and ask for a monthly ticket. The important thing is said three times!

From today, there are double monthly ticket activities, one ticket is equivalent to two votes, the baby with a monthly ticket, please, vote, month, ticket, give, high, cold, branch, ah!