Chapter 1240

Ranbai: don't you believe me?

"Of course, it doesn't matter if you don't believe it. In short, play games well, huh?"

The ghost school students were afraid of dyeing white. The chicken nodded like pecking rice. It was a little bleak and pathetic.

The corners of magic cloud smoke's mouth twitch. Although these ghosts are pathetic in front of miss and sister, it's really hell on earth without her.

Magic cloud smoke has long understood this.

Dyed white raised her delicate jaw to the magic cloud smoke and said faintly, "let's start."

Well, she also wants to see magic cloud smoke and play games with these ghosts, huh.

"Lord death, what game are we going to play?" the monitor of a class asked timidly.

Who knows, a god of death came back and opened his mouth to play games with them.

Is that what death said?

The monitor sighed from the bottom of his heart that they have never been forced to play games with others.

They died decades ago, but the ghost is still in this school.

The people who usually break in are very happy and can play games.

But now

Please leave when you're finished.

"Whatever you want, let's have a four corner game first." ranbai said casually.

"OK." the monitor responded obediently. He didn't dare not be obedient for fear of being wiped out.

Hum.

"Well, little sister, you and Nanjiu are outside the classroom." magic Yunyan swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said eagerly.

With her little sister, she is particularly at ease and is not afraid of anything.

If the little sister is away, she will be very afraid and helpless.

"HMM." dyed white's noble and cool slightly nodded. There was a live anchor who didn't look at it.

"These ghost students in the sleeping slot are so good. I don't know how to play four corner games?"

"Well, isn't this a supernatural live broadcast? Why do I feel... The style is very strange? That is, it's not terrible?"

"You're new as soon as you see one. The live broadcast style of the anchor is different from those flirtatious bitches outside. It can be said that it's fresh, refined and high-grade. In short, it's the style of painting. You're tired of typing. Let's make up for it."

"Make up, newcomers, you should remember Oh, watching the live broadcast of the anchor, you'd better not watch it secretly."

"Why?"

"Because I'm afraid you'll be carried out by your mother in the middle of the night, because I once had such a lesson. Now, I'm just looking. Do you know why? Because I've put my mother in to watch the anchor live broadcast with me. Hey, hey."

"Watching the live broadcast of the anchor, you just need to see how the little sister abused the ghost, and tons of dog food from the little sister and the little brother. Oh. By the way, there is also the scream of the anchor like killing a pig to call for help to the little sister. In a word, there is no terror, only the abuse of the ghost."

"Last one, save some face for the anchor, ha ha ha."

"Wow, the newcomer has been taught."

Unreal cloud and smoke looked at the barrage of the live studio with an expressionless face and felt MMP.

I suspect I have a group of fake fans.

She doesn't want face, does she?

What is the scream of killing a pig??? She is clearly a little fairy with elegance and intelligence!!

Finally, magic cloud smoke draws a conclusion.

These fans have no eyes.

"Well, who is playing games with?" the monitor didn't hear the words of magic cloud and smoke, and looked at ran Bai nervously.

If you play a game with Lord death, he feels that he may die before he leaves the school and be scared to death.

It's horrible.

It's killing me.