Chapter 411： A cute ghost in the phone 22

The people around have already left, and there are only four people left in the whole house.

Wulan who was left took a look at his senior, and then turned his head to look at the old man in doubt. It was very strange how this person could see at a glance that he and his senior were descendants of the Void Sect.

At this moment, the gentle and elegant man had returned to his senses, and raised his hand respectfully, "The descendants of the Void Sect underneath have no youth. This is the junior brother Wulan. I wonder if the senior is?"

"I can't remember the title that the masters gave to me in the past. Just call me Lao Yang."

There are indeed many masters who have been incognito for many years. Because of Yan Ting's breath, it is not impossible to attract such people, and the two of them stopped exploring.

At this time, a clear and tactful bird's song sounded in the reception room, and Lao Yang subconsciously turned towards the phone which had not spoken since just now. He lowered his eyes and looked at the phone, not knowing what he was doing. Yan Ting could only see from his other hand. A small head came out while rubbing against it.

The feathers on his head were a bit messy, still slightly damp and not completely dry. A pair of shiny black peasy eyes were moist and dazed, struggling, tweeting, drilling out of Yan Ting's palm.

"Spirit?" Wuqing said in surprise when she saw this little bird. Seeing that this little bird was just a chick, its movements were staggering, and then he looked at Yan Ting's nonchalant face. Understand.

Lingbird is psychic and sensitive to good and bad. It is not an ordinary bird, and it is more than enough to fly such a high distance. I am afraid it is not the parents of this little bird who noticed Yan Ting's breath, and deliberately settled here to seek Yan Ting. It’s just that these days, with wind and rain, this little bird probably didn’t know how to fall out of the nest before it fell into Yan Ting’s hands.

With this little thing in his hand struggling so hard, Yan Ting frowned, let go of his hand, letting it flew a few steps and fell to the ground, staggered two steps, squatted on the ground and yelled. Then, I looked around and didn't see the person I was looking for, and then I started to comb my feathers with my little orange mouth.

Wuqing and Wulan both took a step back unconsciously, for fear that someone who accidentally didn't see it would trample this little thing directly under their feet.

The corner of Old Yang's lips raised, he glanced at the Lingque, and then at the phone in Yan Ting's hand.

Yan Ting didn't have the patience to listen to the politeness of the people in the industry. Although he did not speak, he had a full sense of existence. He just leaned on the side so lightly that people could not ignore.

People with this kind of aura are indeed very different. The ghost-smashing guests that Wuqing usually meets are not looking worried, worried about fear, and receiving so many businesses, only the one in front of him can be so calm and relaxed.

Yan Ting looked down at the little girl in the phone. After Chu Ci glanced at the surroundings when he entered the door, he went to browse the apps he had downloaded before without interest. At this moment, he was holding a half-eaten app and chewing. Seeing that the fingertips were itchy in this way, Yan Ting just paused and followed what he thought, holding down the app and raising his hand to pull with the little girl.

Seeing that the little girl was about to bite, he pulled it back, then let the little girl pull back hard, and then pulled it back again.

After dragging it back and forth twice, Chu Ci decisively left this naive fellow with nasty fun, turned around and picked up another app to gnaw, not knowing what was said, but it was always cursing him.