Acg Male Lead is My Trumpet

Can't you give him Bai Fan a chance to pass the level of cuteness?

"You're almost home."

Bai Fan simply ignored Wugeng Liuli's question and pointed out the other party's pain point.

That's right, it's almost ten o'clock in the evening, not to mention the tendency of the rain screen to get bigger.

The family must be very concerned about Wugeng Liuli.

"Tsk."

Wugeng Liuli smacked her lips without the image of a lady, her petite hand grasped the handle of another umbrella, stepped over the iron gate, and handed it to Bai Fan.

"For you."

"..." Bai Fan.

Take the umbrella.

"I like this umbrella very much." Wugeng Liuli said, but she didn't take any memory.

"what..."

Bai Fan was stunned.

"I like this umbrella very much."

Seeing that the other party didn't hear his own words clearly, Wugeng Liuli repeated it again.

I like this umbrella very much, must I return it?

"I see."

Bai Fan secured the black umbrella and nodded in response.

"I'm leaving." Stepping forward, Wugeng Liuli stopped again.

"Don't die too ugly."

she said softly.

Ok?

Um? ! !

Bai Fan looked at Wugeng Liuli who was running towards the avenue in astonishment.

Is the sentence just now a simple speech of the second disease, or is it another deeper expression?

"Is it useless to wear a mask?"

Bai Fan took off the mask.

He is not interested in wearing a mask to be handsome. On the contrary, the mask will block the horizon to a certain extent, so that he can't see the attack in other directions clearly.

Not to mention the weird attack method that belongs to the ghosts.

"Go in, the first is the floor-to-ceiling mirror in the dance classroom."

Bai Fan stepped forward and tiptoed into the dark school building.

Senran, cool—

drive away all the warmth.

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"Hoo-hoo-ho-"

Wugeng Liuli gasped for breath.

His face was as hot as fire.

Even if the cold wind whistled past, it did not mean to cool down at all.

"Why did you say those words just now?"

She couldn't help crying.

It's not like a middle school sickness attack, but a simple act of thinking about spring!

What's the matter with that "I like this umbrella very much"!

Ugh! ! ! !

It felt like another self suddenly stood up and talked to himself for a long time.

Standing on the spot, the poisonous radio waves emitted do not know whether the other party understands the meaning or not.

only--

"Is that guy really Teacher Bai?"

Wugeng Liuli's mood gradually calmed down.

The way of speaking is different from that deliberately annoying Bai Fan, like a gentleman.

only...

"It feels like a person."

And the school building doesn't feel very good for me.

Different from the school building in the daytime, the Shuiyue Middle School at night fell into absolute silence, where it was icy cold.

Just close to the school building of Shuiyue Middle School, Wugeng Liuli felt an obvious coldness.

That coldness is not as cold as the rain outside.

It was an extremely gloomy and cold aura that came from all over the body.

Make the girl shudder.

The hustle and bustle of the campus during the day, the silence of the night.

It's not something that can be solved simply by shouting a few 'Falling Saint Black Cat'.

Wugeng Liuli sighed in disappointment.

......

pat, pat, pat.

The absolute coldness separated the warmth, but this extreme contrast did not change Bai Fan's expression much.

On the contrary, he is still humming a little tune, stepping in this dead school building.

Ghosts, spirits, hallucinations, curiosity.

Bai Fan has seen these worlds before.

He even looked directly at the main body of Mr. Ke, the strange talk about a school building in a mere district, in Bai Fan's eyes, it was nothing.

Unlike other schools, Shuiyue Middle School doesn't seem to have regulations on patrolling security at night, which also makes Bai Fan's actions extra convenient.

"Clang!!!!"

An astonishing echo came from the music room, as if someone was smashing the piano case with an arm.

There is no rhythm, and the rhythm that makes the scalp numb gradually enlarges.

Bai Fan raised his eyebrows and turned to the music room.

The closer you get, the more you can feel the madness of the people playing the piano. There are no rules, and all kinds of noises reverberate in the long corridor space.

"Should teach you what these things are called playing the piano."

Really upset by the harsh noise, Bai Fan stretched out his hand to open the music room and shouted aggressively.

"Stop playing!"

The sound of the piano stopped abruptly.

Looking from Bai Fan's line of sight.

The dense blood-stained faces were crowded beside the piano.

Feeling the breath of strangers, these people turned pale and dull.

"Um..."

Bai Fan glanced up and down at the number of faces in this space, and then took out his knife with a blank expression.

Death haunts.

"Come on! Let's have a good fight!"

Spreading his hands, Bai Fan raised his middle finger.

The person who thought I would close the door and dodge first would stand here and be punished!

(You always say that I am short, so my sister made me angry. Only with recommendation tickets can I coax well! Humph—!)

Chapter 35: Brush all copies in one chapter! (Favorites!)

Who is Bai Fan?

The real man who slapped Mr. Ke, fucked Saya, and tricked Sachiko into watching the little goldfish.

With a mere face, could he possibly be afraid?

And the facts also proved that Bai Fan's stay was correct.

In addition to creating hallucinations and creating fear, these faces have almost no specific physical attacks.

Harvest them all one by one.

"Death Qi is still dead Qi, and it has a powerful lethal power to deal with soul-like things."

Bai Fan dissipated the dead energy lingering around his wrists, looking at the empty music classroom, and couldn't help sighing.

If he only relies on his soul power to entangle with these things, it will definitely last for a while.

After all, no one can tell about the soul, there is no such strong penetrating power as death.