Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

Bai Yi said as he raised his head and wiped the cold sweat on his forehead. In this way, there is no such thing as calmness and handsomeness when killing an enemy in the woods.

Looking at the panicked white robe, Jun Mo Yan unyue frowned:

"In a panic, how decent is it."

"No, Third Young Master, I'm so hell, that cat, that cat's corpse disappeared and disappeared suddenly, and I led people to search the entire Wuyuan...I'm fucking." Bai Yi was talking. Suddenly I felt stared at by something.

Looking intently, he was frightened by what Jun Moyan was holding in his arms. After two steps back, he almost fell to the ground.

It directly exploded the foul language.

He held the door frame with one hand, raised one hand, and pointed at the thing in Jun Moyan's arms: "It, it..."

His fingertips and voice were trembling.

Wen Xiaoai glanced at him, his eyes very contempt: timid humans, really have never seen the world, and someday she will be repaired, and the mana will be restored to a human body, and she must not be scared to death by her alive.

This courage, but he does not follow his master at all.

Wen Xiaoai retracted his gaze and arched in Jun Moyan's arms.

Well, this human being has the demeanor of a king, and he has not embarrassed human beings.

The body smells good too.

He, is he despised by a cat?

The white clothes were dumbfounded.

"Three, three young masters, you, are you holding something in your arms?"

The white clothes squatted a little.

No... Only he can see it, right?

"Yeah." Jun Mo Yan responded indifferently, bowing his head to smooth the hair of the little milk cat in his arms.

"It... isn't it dead?"

Wen Xiaoai suddenly raised his head and gave Bai Yi a very imposing look.

"Meow~"

This voice seemed to say: You just died, **** it, you dare to curse her.

Humph, bury her in the account, and I'll settle it with you later.

Jun Moyan raised his eyebrows subconsciously with Wen Xiaoai's frowning cry.

can understand?

so smart.

"Where is the alcoholic?" Jun Mo Yan asked Xiang Baiyi without looking up.

"Yes, in Tsing Yi."

"Call him here."

"Called a drunkard? Third Young Master, does your injury hurt again?"

"Check it."

"Oh...yes." Although Bai Yi answered his mouth, his eyes were fixed on Wen Xiaoai.

It's so **** evil, and he's clearly dead, how could... come alive again?

By the way... Bai Yi suddenly thought of the crow with red eyes like a vampire when he was digging the hole.

A lot of folk rumors popped into my mind... Legend has it that if a person is dead, if an animal passes by the corpse, it will be resurrected.

This cat...wasn't it being pulled up by that crow?

The more Bai Yi thought about it, the more it was possible, his scalp gradually numb, and his face became paler.

Damn Tsing Yi, I blame you.

Knowing that he was afraid of these things, he always tempted him with horror novels.

How many nights he hides in the quilt and reads horror novels and sees sweating profusely and dare not lift the quilt.

It's a shame.

Tsing Yi said: Lao Bai, you have so many dramas.

"Hurry up."

Seeing that Bai Yi hadn't moved for a long time, Jun Moyan raised his eyes to look at him, a little impatient in his eyes.

Bai Yi came back to his senses, swallowed, and forced himself to look away from the cat.

"Three, three young masters, or... I'll find a mage over here."

"Meow~" If Wen Xiaoai weren't able to speak at this moment, she would have to stick her waist in, pointing at the nose of the white robe and cursing at him for nothing.

Also invite Master, ghost hunt?