Little Mr. is one hundred years old

Hong Kong.

"Mori, I'm going to buy you coffee, you take a rest first." The agent said to M while putting the bag on the table in the lounge.

"Yeah." M sat on the sofa and leaned back. After a day's travel, he was already very tired.

When the agent went out, he closed the door softly, leaving M alone in the lounge, and the other assistants knew that M needed to rest at this moment, so they would not come in to disturb him.

M closed his eyes and rested his mind, almost fell into a deep sleep——

'Help me... someone help me...'

M opened his eyes suddenly, he lowered his head, spread his hands, and saw the glowing talisman in his palm, his heart tightened: "Not good!"

After 3 minutes, the manager opened the door and came in: "Mori, I... Huh? Where's the person?"

The lounge was empty.

The manager quickly turned around and asked the people outside: "Did you see Mori? He went out?"

"Mori? No, isn't he always in the room?"

"Ah?! But now the person is gone!"

"What? People are missing..."

"..."

All of a sudden there was a rush.

At this moment, in a laboratory building in No. [-] Middle School of City A thousands of miles away——

Qing Huan was being hung from the ceiling by the female ghost, struggling for death, and when he was about to die, he felt a silver light shoot over him, and then the hair that was tightly binding his neck loosened, and his body fell down, finally Fall into a familiar embrace.

"Cough, cough, cough..." Qing Huan covered her neck, coughing non-stop, unable to make a sound for a while.

"Mr. Bai, are you okay?" It was M who was hugging Qing Huan.

Qing Huan grabbed M's clothes—this feeling of being saved...just now he almost thought he was going to die.

With a sweep of M's sight, the female toilet ghost has been invisible since he appeared, but he still found the transparent shadow in the corner of the ceiling at a glance... M's expression froze, and with a wave of his hand, the transparent shadow was gathered by him In the end, he was completely crushed - at this moment, what he was thinking of was not devouring the soul, but destroying...

"...M..." Qing Huan managed to utter a syllable - he never thought that the person who came to save him would be M.

"Mr. Bai, let's go."

Qing Huan had to admit that at this moment, he was relying on M.

M hugged Qing Huan's waist, and the next instant, the two of them disappeared into this haunted building together.

But what I didn't expect was that not long after they left, with a golden light, another Xinchang figure appeared in the same place - since his appearance, the ghostly aura in the haunted building gradually dissipated...

This "person" is none other than the long-lost Dragon God.

Long Zhao was wearing a white robe with cloud patterns, and his long black hair was fastened with a mahogany hairpin. There was no extra decoration on his body, but he could feel the noble spirit all over his body—Long Zhao looked around with sharp eyes, and looked around. No one was found...

"come out."

It was empty.

"Come out, don't make me say it a third time."

"Boom, boom, boom..."

Finally, there was movement in the empty corridor, and the chubby human head came down the stairs—this was the only one that survived from M’s hands just now—it escaped early on, and it escaped unharmed.

Long Zhao stomped the head under his feet, the head was almost flattened, his actions were cruel, and his eyes were cold: "Where did you go?"

"Ohh Ohh ohh……"

Long Zhao loosened his feet a bit: "Tell me, where did the people who were here just now go?"

"I was, rescued..."

"Who saved it?"

"A terrible... don't know who it is..."

The corner of Long Zhao's mouth curled up, and he stomped the head to pieces with all his strength, and with a single finger, the remaining soul was burned to ashes.

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"So," M carefully rubbed medicine on the clear purple bruise on Qing Huan's neck: "Mr. Bai deserves it?"

Qing Huan hissed because of the pain, and said, "I just wanted to go in to make fun of it, but I didn't expect it to be so evil inside..." His voice was hoarse, and he couldn't recover for a while.

"I remember telling Mr. Bai that you can use a talisman to summon me. Why didn't Mr. Bai summon me when he was in danger at the beginning?" If Qing Huan missed the last chance, the consequences would be disastrous.

Qing Huan looked at her palms: "I... was so nervous that I forgot... So you were summoned by me?"

"Yeah." M finished rubbing the medicine on Qing Huan, and looked at him with a smile: "I saved Mr. Bai, how can Mr. Bai thank me?"

"How do I remember..." Qing Huan curled her lips: "There are too many conversations like this between us? Aren't there no conclusions in the end?"

"There is a conclusion." M stared at him: "A promise with your body. It's what you Chinese say."

Qing Huan's forehead twitched: "How about...another way?"

"Then no more."

Qing Huan changed the subject: "Didn't you go to work in Hong Kong? Why did you come back suddenly?"

"Why does Mr. Bai think we came back suddenly?"

Qing Huan was stunned: "Could it be that you left your job over there now and came back without authorization?"

"Not counting abandonment, the work over there is almost done..."

Qing Huan could even imagine what it would be like if M left suddenly—"I really sympathize with the staff around you."

"Don't worry," M said with a smile, "I have given them bonuses."

"It's... capricious..." Qing cheered, "M, I'm thirsty, pour me a glass of water."

"Yeah." M turned around, poured a glass of water and handed it to Qing Huan: "Drink water."

Qing Huan took it, and just about to drink it, she suddenly felt her fingers twitch unconsciously, and the cup in her hand slipped off without holding it. Fortunately, one hand caught the cup in time, although the water spilled a little, but It didn't lead to a "disaster".

"What's the matter, Mr. Bai?" M put the cup aside and asked Qing Huan.

Qing Huan looked at her fingers, and there was a red thread looming - "He...could it be that he... came back..."

"Him?" M frowned.

"Long Zhao." Qing Huan said, "I can sense him...he is looking for me."

Of course M also saw the red line, he took Qing Huan's hand, bit his own finger, dripped black blood on the red line, in an instant, the red line disappeared, and his blood seeped into it Qing Huan's body.

"Okay, it's alright."

Qing Huan hesitated a bit: "Are you sure... is there any problem?"

"Mr. Bai doesn't believe me?"

"...I believe..." It's just that Qing Huan doesn't believe Long Zhao even more. It's understandable that other people can't find her, but what Long Zhao said... Qing Huan is really not sure.

At this time, Long Zhao was sitting on the roof of the tallest building in downtown A. He watched the red line on his finger gradually disappear—the one that could be sensed just now suddenly disappeared...

Qing Huan... where are you now...