Host, You're Targeted

Xu Xingmiao obediently stood aside and watched Changlin loosen his muscles and bones and walked towards death. Suddenly, a pink mist appeared all over his body. If you don't look carefully, you can't find it.

"Who am I talking to? Well? "

Long Lin turned his head to avoid death's waving hand, and held his wrist directly.

"Ah

Death uttered a scream. The fingernails of the other hand grew wildly. He waved his hand and smashed it down to Changlin.

The palm of Changlin's other hand was opened to block his hand. The pink lines on the palm were reflected in the corner of death's eyes. He only looked at it and felt that his eyes could not be opened.

Changlin has always had no expression on the face of the evil smile, he was proud to pick under the eyebrows, palm pink lines suddenly become large, in the air show shape.

"This is the mysterious power from the East."

Changlin grabs death and drags him to the pink array with radius as long as two people, forcing him to be trapped in the array.

"Ah, ah!"

Xu Xingmiao looks at the death in the pink array. He rubs his eyes and looks to the front. At the last moment of death's disappearance, the pink array gives out a dazzling light, and the edge is pink lotus.

Before Xu Xingmiao had time to see clearly, everything in front of him disappeared. The vampire who just pinched his neck and said how to let him die also disappeared.

Finally It's over.

Xu Xingmiao in Changlin turned to see him when he felt like the tide surging to devour his powerless feeling, a soft leg also fell down to kneel on the ground.

"Are you all right?"

Long Lin came to see him for a while, and then squatted down to try to pat him on the shoulder, as if to comfort him.

"It's ok..." At this time, Xu Xingmiao felt the pain of his throat which was almost choked by death. He reached out and rubbed his neck, and coughed twice to clear his throat.

Long Lin just noticed that his neck was red, no matter how he reacted, he pulled his hand down and raised his chin.

There is a red mark on Xu Xingmiao's neck. I think it's what happened between him and death before he came.

"Does it hurt?"

Long Lin reached out to touch, completely did not notice his tone became very gentle.

Xu Xingmiao was startled by his gentle tone. He was stunned to see him in a trance. It took him a long time to think of it and say it didn't hurt.

Long Lin smile, do not believe his words at all, feel to knead gently.

He pinched his wrists and called for pain. Now his neck is pinched into this way, and he still says that he doesn't hurt. Who believes?

Xu Xingmiao brain sea only one idea: Changlin is actually laughing!

He didn't have time to think about this smile because he said he didn't hurt or Changlin was thinking about something else, because he found his arms empty next second.

The baked sweet potato he bought for Changlin is gone.

"Where's my baked sweet potato?"

Xu Xingmiao stood up and looked around in a panic. Changlin looked at him looking for something. He also stood up and followed him.

"What are you looking for? Baked sweet potatoes

Xu Xingmiao was so anxious that he was about to cry. He suddenly saw a paper bag thrown in the grass. For the first time, Changlin ran over to pick up the paper bag.

The paper bag has been broken, the baked sweet potato inside has been smashed, it is full of dust, there are a few grass on it, it can't be eaten.

"What to do!" Xu Xingmiao took a look at the bag of baked sweet potatoes, looked back at Changlin, tears suddenly fell down, "all smashed, can't eat!"

The man who had just been pinched by his neck and almost died without a drop of tears was crying because Changlin couldn't eat the baked sweet potato.