Picked up a bunch of hair in the game

Xiaoying looked at Xu Zhaohe eagerly with her little tail shaking. Xiaotuan looked so pitiful that Xu Zhaohe couldn't help but start to reflect.

Is it because his father is not good enough to let Er Zai be so cautious and feel insecure.

Seeing that other people's fathers seem to often kiss their darlings, Xu Zhaohe felt that he might still be too rigid and strict at ordinary times, but when he learned from the pain and was about to reflect on himself, Xiao Ying shook the tip of his tail for fear that he would get angry, and he Quietly stretched out a strand of hair, and tremblingly touched his lips.

In an instant, it was soft and sweet, and I felt an electric current spread from the tip of the hair all over the body in an instant, which was crisp and numb; it seemed to be soaked in a warm hot spring, the mist moistened the eyes, and I felt happy. squint.

"Hey~"

The hair couldn't help but began to scream, the outstretched hair trembled, waved in the air for a while, and then spread flat in the palm of the hand as if drunk.

This, this is a kiss, forget it! !

Xu Zhaohe was stunned by his actions at first, but now he was amused seeing him with his little tail cocked in satisfaction, how could he be so coaxing!

Stretching out his hand to poke the soft Xiaoying, he smiled and said, "You kissed me too, get up and lead the way."

Xiaoying weakly lifted her hair, shaking the tip of her hair and pointing in a direction: "嘤~"

So, so cute!

Unable to resist poking again, Xu Zhaohe showed a smiling expression and walked in that direction.

If you have a son like this, what more can you ask for.

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It was nearly midnight when they returned, and because they were worried that Brother Zhao would not be asleep, they sat in the outer room and waited obediently.

Xu Zhaohe put away the Summoning Spirit Umbrella and went into the room. First, he rubbed Ying Ling's head with his hands around Xiao Ying. Ying Ling was originally happy because he saw him back, but he was staring at the death of the big brother. In the end, he was scared of any mood, and hugged himself tightly with a pale face.

Yan Mu took the initiative to pour him a cup of hot water to relieve the cold, and then asked, "Brother Sheng, did you find anything?"

Xu Zhaohe took a sip of hot water, briefly explained Zhao Lu's affairs, and concealed some of the matters related to the Black Eagle Project. Sometimes knowing too much is not necessarily a good thing.

A few people didn't expect that Zhao Lu, who seemed the most stable, would be so cold. Thinking about his whereabouts in the past two days, it seemed that there was a huge hand behind them, covering them tightly, and it became more and more difficult to breathe.

"Okay, don't think about it, sleep, everyone takes turns to be on duty."

The players nodded in a daze. Although they were afraid that the ghosts would attack indiscriminately, they would lose energy if they didn't sleep. They had to huddle together and find a corner to sit curled up. There was no place to lie down.

Because Xu Zhaohe was forced to sleep too much during the day, he was on the first shift at night.

He sat in the outer room with his chin resting, staring at the dancing flames of the oil lamp and gradually fascinated.

Xiaoyingling fell asleep lying on the stool, Xu Zhaohe covered his buttocks, and then sat at the table again, stroking Xiaoying unconsciously.

Xiao Ying lay flat and rolled her hair comfortably, Xu Zhaohe couldn't help laughing when she saw it.

It was quite boring to say, so he simply started to braid his hair. He couldn't help but think of the hair blanket in the girls' high school last time, and he missed it very much.

It's a pity that with Xiaoying's current size, she can no longer weave blankets, so what else can she do?

Looking at the hair wrapped around his fingers by his subordinates when he was free, Xu Zhaohe poked him again, then simply put his chin on the table and faced him, "Why are you so clingy."

Humming and chirping, Xiaoying couldn't help stretching out a strand of hair to touch the tip of his nose, and seeing that he didn't refuse, she touched his beautiful eyes again.

It's so beautiful——

Hearing Xiaoying's old-fashioned sigh, Xu Zhaohe's response was to laugh, his eyes were crooked, as if there was only room for such a small ball inside.

The imagination can't help but start to let himself go. If he is a little older, can he still make sweaters?This is similar to weaving blankets.

Can also make necklaces, whips... cross-stitch? !

These three words suddenly flashed in Xu Zhaohe's mind, and Xu Zhaohe's eyes lit up, but then he looked at Xiaoying who was still desperately wrapping around his fingers with regret. It's not lit up, and I have to learn it when I have time.

Think of a piece of embroidered cloth, with long strands of hair threaded through the eye of a needle, embroidering a... black shadow on it.

Thinking of that mysterious black figure again for some reason, Xu Zhao and himself were stunned, slowly raised their faces and stared at the hair on their hands, watching him keep rubbing against him like a baby, and hastily shook their heads to get this terrible thought out of their minds Toss it out, he must have slept too much during the day and was stupid.

How could Xiaoying have anything to do with that rascal black shadow!

Here Xiaoying didn't know that the clever Zhaozhao accidentally took off his vest, and it was still happily wrapped around his slender fingers. The tip of his nose was full of strong fragrance, which made him want to lick it.

It's a pity that the happy time is always short-lived, and the female ghost's appearance is always so stuck, a fiery red shadow suddenly lies on the crack of the door, staring greedily at the people inside with her dark eyes.

Xu Zhaohe's smile froze on his face. He first hid Xiaoying in his sleeve, then held a knife in his left hand and an umbrella in his right, and confronted the female ghost outside the door coldly.

The boss who was forced to hide in his warm sleeves couldn't help poking his head out and yelling, if he dared to disturb him to show his affection, he would die!

The female ghost outside the door suddenly felt a sense of coercion, and before she could figure out what was going on, she suddenly smelled an indescribable fragrance. She stuck out her tongue almost uncontrollably, letting the mucus drip to the ground. on the ground.

Xu Zhaohe was stunned, and saw that the female ghost outside seemed to have disappeared. He didn't dare to relax his vigilance. Sure enough, after a while, he felt the wind blowing over his head, and his body rolled on the spot before his brain, followed by a red shadow suddenly Pat fell to where he was just now, and looked at him greedily on all fours.

She has almost lost her humanity, and this kind of ghost is troublesome to watch.

Xu Zhaohe frowned, thinking whether she just wanted to kill him alone, or wanted to take all the others in the house together?

He tapped on the handle of the umbrella with his fingers, and the huge movement outside soon caused other players to quarrel. They didn't dare to sleep too soundly, and they panicked when they heard the sound. Some of them didn't put on their shoes.

Shouting "What's wrong with Brother Sheng" and ran to the outhouse, when they saw the female ghost in a red wedding dress, they obviously didn't expect to encounter such a hardcore thing.

Ke Qing was the first to react. She immediately pulled out the props and stood beside Brother Zhao, and then Zhou Han and the others also yelled "Fuck" inwardly. Damn, you won't be allowed to sleep in the middle of the night!

The six players fought against the female ghost in red. Although they won the battle in terms of numbers, they still didn't have enough confidence.

This is a ghost, the kind that kills whoever touches it!

Ke Qing quickly whispered in Xu Zhaohe's ear: "It's not the end yet, the dungeon won't let us be wiped out."

In other words, there must be vitality, but the process is more difficult.

Brother Zhao is most annoyed by this seemingly hard mode, hardly giving them any clues and hints to survive.

But he looked at this ghost, it was not as good as the one he met in the ancestral hall.

Pointing to the round handle of the black umbrella with his fingers regularly, Xu Zhaohe tilted his head and smiled at Ying Ling who was hiding aside and watching the joke at some point.

And seeing that smile that didn't reach his eyes, Xiao Yingling felt an ominous premonition suddenly rising in his heart, and the black air all over his body exploded.

Xu Zhaohe asked him without any psychological burden: "Do you know him? Can you beat him?"

Ying Ling:! !

A cruel and inhuman human being actually asked such a "poor" and "weak" infant spirit to beat a female ghost, is he crazy!

Xu Zhaohe looked at the shattered Ying Ling, and gave him a look of "Don't you have any clues in your heart, do you want me to expose you personally?"

Don't think he doesn't know, sometimes the resentment of infant spirits is often greater than that of adult ghosts, so players are often more afraid of such difficult little ghosts.

Yingling puffed up his face angrily, and looked round and cute, but it was a pity that when his black energy gradually penetrated into his body, and the bluish-purple marks slowly climbed up his snow-white skin, he grinned and opened his bloody mouth wide. , and howled in the direction of the female ghost.

The impact of that moment was even more terrifying than that of a female ghost, and several players flinched subconsciously.

Brother Zhao dared to raise such a little baby spirit, and his mental quality was extremely strong. They could only kneel, but they couldn't do without kneeling!

Controlling ghosts and fighting ghosts, is this the rhythm of lying and winning again?

Brother Zhao really is still you Brother Zhao, brother Zhao never disappoints!

Xiaoyingling couldn't understand other people's apprehensive yet slightly envious eyes. His idea was actually very simple: he just took care of the human beings who had fed him so well.

The female ghost in red on the other side was suddenly yelled at and froze for a moment. Why is this different from what she thought?

If this ghost doesn't help ghosts, how can he help people?

Which family's brat is this, and is there a ghost?

Said Cao Cao Cao Cao arrived, almost the moment Yingling shouted, the water ghost floating outside immediately turned his head to look in the direction of Grandma Wang's house, and then rushed over.

The people who were still immersed in the magical scene of the two ghosts confronting each other looked down and saw water seeping from their feet. After a while, a white shadow came out, looking at the little baby spirit on the ground with complicated eyes.

Xiao Yingling flinched, for some reason she suddenly felt aggrieved, puffing her eyes and slowly turning back into a snow-white obedient baby, staring at the white shadow without moving.

Eiko Shuigui stretched out her hand tremblingly, her voice that hadn't spoken for a long time was very hoarse, "Bao, Bao."

Is it really her baby?

She had been bound in the river since her death, and could not leave until the players came.

She thought her baby must have been reincarnated, but later she found out that those devoid of conscience locked him in a small jar. If these outsiders hadn't broken the situation, they might never have it again. The day we met.

Thinking of this, the female ghost started to cry uncontrollably again, and the lines of blood and tears stained her clothes red, so she called out again without giving up: "Baby."

Xiao Yingling seemed a little at a loss, he had almost no memory of his mother, but the ghost in front of him felt very familiar to him.

In fact, he really wanted to go forward that night, but he was afraid that if he made a mistake, he would never find his mother again.

Unknowingly, he subconsciously cast his gaze on Xu Zhaohe, Xu Zhaohe had been observing them, and now he was suddenly cue, stepped forward and touched his head, "Go."

He believes that Yingzi should not admit his mistake, this is probably the mother-child connection.

And maybe, this is their vitality.

The little baby spirit hesitated, and finally slowly crawled towards the water ghost, but was suddenly picked up before he got close.

He couldn't help rubbing against the familiar embrace, "...Mother."

She had waited seven years for this sound.

Yingzi hugged her child, weeping uncontrollably.

Everyone present couldn't help sighing in their hearts. They didn't expect such a touching affection between ghosts and monsters. This is probably maternal love.

The female ghost in red, who had been neglected from the very beginning, looked at the player, and then at the acquainted ghost mother and child. This is an unimaginable development direction.

She pointed to Yingling and asked Yingzi, "You, er, child?"

Yingzi didn't forget that the ghost in red was still grinning at her baby after she came, and suddenly jumped up and beat her.

"roll!"

Everyone: "..."

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