Quick Wear: The Host is a Fox

Chapter 603 Disguise as a man: My uncle is a ghost (23)

The little fox screamed in horror.

Her scream was not harsh but with a milky voice.

The man sucked and rubbed, deforming the little fox's ears, and she broke her throat before letting go of her.

The little fox was paralyzed in his palm, and when he wasn't paying attention, he turned over like a slipper.

But the front paws managed to escape from his palm, but he grabbed the short legs and lifted them upside down.

"Little thing, where do you want to go? Huh?"

The little fox moved vigorously twice.

It was found that there was no possibility of escape at all.

So he let out a sigh, and simply gave up on himself and did not run away.

Gong Heng stretched out his magic claws and placed her on his shoulders, tilted his head to look at her unlovable appearance, and chuckled lightly.

"Help it up, if you accidentally fall off when you're going through the ghost road for a while, I won't save you."

Where could the little fox hear what he said.

In front of him was the scene when he just laughed.

The narrow corners of his eyes raised slightly, and the pear vortex on his cheeks was looming. The cold ice and falling snow at the bottom of his eyes seemed to have been melted into a lake, with sparkling waves.

That feeling is like a beam of light suddenly shot from the dark clouds, dazzling and dazzling.

Like the snow lotus that appears once in a century, it is astonishing and beautiful.

It is also like a manzhushahua in full bloom, coupled with his red clothes like fire, it is extremely coquettish.

The little fox raised his paws and wiped the saliva from his lips, feeling that he had truly seen the beauty of the world.

Seeing her lying there dumbfounded and obediently, the man gently rubbed its ears.

Immediately got up, copied a robe, covered the little fox, and opened the door to go out.

Qinghun has been waiting outside for a long time.

"Master, are you going now?"

Gong Heng looked up at the full moon hanging in the sky.

With a low "en" sound.

The little fox stuck out half of its head from under the clothes.

The pointed ears were exposed, and the big jewel-colored eyes blinked and looked around curiously.

Seeing this, Qinghun said, "This, master, is this action suitable for taking her?"

"No problem."

Gong Heng said something, then took the little fox off his shoulders and put it into his sleeve.

This way, you can knead it anytime, anywhere.

When the cold wind of late autumn blew, most of Bai Zhen's wine taste dissipated.

She shivered and hid back into the man's sleeve, trying to absorb some warmth, but found that the man's body was also cold.

And this time.

The man also moved.

Bai Zhen was curious about their unknown actions, and opened a small slit in the sleeves, revealing only two eyes looking out.

I saw the man wave his big hand in the air, and he said something in a low voice.

The scene in the palace was gradually disappearing.

And they were already standing on a street.

Bai Zhen was amazed at the magic of this spell.

A look up.

The whole fox froze.

On the street, it can be said that it is no different from the main street of the capital.

People come and go, very lively.

But this man is not a man—

but ghosts.

Most of the pedestrians who passed by them were terrifying.

Some were covered in blood and their hair was draped; some had no heads, but walked with their hands on them; some had several long spears stuck in their bodies, and when they came over, they said politely, "I'm sorry, please let me go..."

Bai Zhen was already stunned.

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Good night little fairies~

Happy 520! (づ￣3￣)づ