Psychic Queen: Beware of ghosts in the harem

Chapter 127 The Beautiful Male Ghost 2
"What do you think I am, I am what I am." The beautiful man's smile was seductive and seductive, and his voice was low and hoarse.

"You're not a ghost, are you?" Baitang looked at him, tried to break free but failed, "You..."

Bai Tang suddenly thought of the shadow that flashed by before he fell asleep, the black cat in the corner outside the window.

"You are... a monster..." Baitang's eyes widened, "You are a cat monster, you must be a cat monster, that black cat monster!"

"Black cat?" He gave a low laugh, then raised his chin suddenly, and pointed to the window, "Is that the black cat you mentioned?"

Bai Tang turned his head and saw that the window she had obviously closed was opened at some point.

The black cat squatted quietly on the window sill and looked at them, its bewitching green pupils seemed curious.

She suddenly felt relieved, it seemed that the world was still normal.

A cat is still a cat, a man is still a man, and a ghost is still a ghost.

But as a psychic, there is no normal time in the world.

She turned her head again, looked at the guy who was playing with her hair, and snatched her hair, "Where is the person who sent you? If you need me, come by yourself. It's nothing to send a ghost to test it out. I have no guts."

"The person who sent me?" He seemed to hear something funny, "Why do you think someone sent me?"

Baitang glanced at him lightly, "You are a ghost, but ghosts generally can't touch people unless someone casts a spell on you. Whose ghost are you, are you the one who set up the barrier here? The man with the emperor's amulet? Where is he?"

"Little Baitang, you have so many questions." His hand caressed Baitang's face, sliding from between her brows to her chin, "I thought you would ask me the first time, your arm."

I was not so clear-headed in my dream just now, and I almost forgot about it when I was interrupted just now.

Once reminded now, remember immediately.

He, that is, what he said was similar to wanting to kill or dying, or to kill or kill.

It's just that this frivolous man is not like the man in the dream except that he is still so dazzling and eye-catching.

In the dream, he still said those words that people couldn't understand seriously, but now he is pestering her like a rascal.

(End of this chapter)