Mother Fox vows not to be a slave

Chapter 479 The Demon Capital and the Demon Walk (18)

"So... maybe, do you like Xiaoyugan?" Hu Yingshu asked casually, patted Hu Ning's hand, and signaled her to be gentle.

If it was any heavier, the arm would be broken.

"Yeah." Hu Ning stopped, she lowered her head slightly, her long hair covered half of her face, "No, no..."

"what?"

"I don't like..."

The girl's ears were red, and her exposed skin was also pink.

"Okay, here we are, what do you want to drink?" He looked at Hu Ning with focused eyes, as if this girl was the only one left in the whole world.

80 year old girl.

Looks smaller than him.

"I want to try...the matcha milk cap." She often heard her elder brother say that the taste of matcha is very good, although it is a bit bitter, but it is very delicate.

He seemed to see two cats with moving ears, "Ahem, two cups of matcha milk caps, thank you."

"Okay, please wait a moment." The waiter was taken aback for a moment, and then quickly said a few words to the people inside.

The waiter's heart: ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah! !Such a handsome man!Such a beautiful girl!On the first day of work, although I broke a bowl, it was worth it.

"What are you looking at me for?" Hu Yingshu sat by the window, looking at the exorcist who was suddenly as stupid as a child.

"If you don't look at me, how do you know I'm looking at you?" She smiled, showing two pointed canine teeth.

The mood was suddenly very strange, the sunset outside was beautiful, and the clouds were red like fire.

"Perhaps, I should greet the little cutie behind you." Hu Ning suddenly smiled wider.

"Behind me?" He took a tissue, "Is it coming again?"

"Yeah, it seems that these things really like you." Hu Ning stretched out his index finger and circled it on the mahogany table.

She didn't recite a spell, and she couldn't reveal her divine intentions in the crowd, so—"The demons and ghosts leave quickly, the demons and ghosts leave quickly!"

Like mentally handicapped.

Hu Yingshu covered his forehead and closed his eyes.

"Hello, this is the matcha milk cap for the two of you. Please use it slowly. Call me if you need it." The waiter brought over two cups of freshly made milk tea.

But the two customers were a little strange—one was covering his forehead, pretending to be asleep, and the other was muttering something in his mouth, as if he was saying, "Ghosts, goblins, go away?"

Just kidding, how could there be ghosts in their new store?

Forget it, didn't see it, didn't see it.

Behind Hu Yingshu lay a middle-aged man with blood all over his face. He was expressionless and just stared at her.

No Yang Qi or Yin Qi was absorbed.

Very strange ghost.

Didn't the Underworld Guide take away this kind of undead who died in a traffic accident?
She lowered her head and drank some milk tea.

A touch of bitterness fills the mouth at once, the taste is not heavy, but it makes people feel peaceful.

It really tasted very delicate, if the uncle on the opposite side hadn't stared at her like this.

"How? Is that thing gone?" He coughed a few times and felt a little pain in his shoulder.

Maybe it's a frozen shoulder.

"No, that uncle seems to like you very much, and he even lies on your shoulder." She calmed down, and with a wave of her hand, she cleaned up the blood on the uncle's face.

Much more pleasing to the eye.

"What? How much does it cost?" He asked, not in the mood to drink milk tea.

"How much is what?" She bit the straw and looked at the man who felt as uncomfortable as if he had eaten a fly.

"How much is it for the things on my back?" He spoke more clearly, feeling... a little heavy on his shoulders.

　Fifth update today.

　　Wow, sooner than I thought.

　　Well, Ben An is still young.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)