Chapter 413： A cute ghost in the phone 24

Although these words were threatening and indifferent, compared with their attitude towards them, they were like a heaven and an underground.

It’s just that what I said was still on guard, Wuqing Wulan was speechless, and I saw that the corners of Lao Yang’s lips also twitched for a while. After thinking about it, I should justify my own business, "We only get rid of evil spirits and extradite. Lonely lost soul."

Not everyone thinks of killing all ghosts.

So don’t mislead the little girl, OK?

Seeing Chu Ci hesitatingly looked at Yan Ting and then at his own appearance, Lao Yang was rather surprised by the relationship between the two, and finally his thoughtful eyes fell on Chu Ci.

Although he couldn't help what the situation of this little girl was, she didn't look like a soul or spirit, she was just a clean aura. Although the aura was not strong, this aura was mixed with Yan Ting's extraordinarily domineering aura. Let him feel it all at once.

He also couldn't recognize it for a while, and he could only put her into the category of spiritual things.

The little **** on the ground trimming his hair immediately stopped when Chu Ci appeared, and ran towards Chu Ci, tweeting. The hair on her body was already dry, and she wanted to pierce Chu Ci's arms with her mind, and then naturally rushed. After a moment of emptiness, the dazed gurgling rolled a few times before hitting the wall without stopping the brake.

This small appearance instantly attracted Chu Ci's gaze, and let out a chuckle.

Yan Ting glanced at the stupid bird, curled the corners of his lower lips coldly, and walked a few steps forward, looking at the same people who were also attracted by the spirits, "As a trading relationship, I just want to know where Lingma is hiding. Place, what did I do specifically, as for other things for customers, I remember there are rules on the road, don’t ask too much.

Obviously it was such a cold tone, but he inadvertently protected Chu Ci behind him, with a warning in his eyes. It was a bit afraid that they would want to be nosy.

Old Yang fixedly looked at Yan Ting for a while, smiled casually, and stopped asking about Chu Ci. He turned out a small glass bottle from nowhere, and handed it to Yan Ting's eyes.

Yan Ting glanced down at the small glass bottle, and then at Lao Yang with his brow raised.

Just listen to him say, "Lingmao is cunning. We can't find out where she is hiding based on this little information. The little friend has her own method, so he needs a little blood and hair."

Yan Ting didn't say much. He took out the folding knife he was carrying with him from his pocket, and slid it neatly on the palm of his hand. The blood poured out instantly and dripped into the glass bottle that Lao Yang had prepared. Didn't shake too much.

One is thin and cold, and the other hand is playing with the cold-lit knife with one hand.

Immediately after he acted, there was a sudden cold behind his back. Yan Ting looked sideways and saw Chu Ci approaching, with a little dissatisfaction under his eyes. Looking at the wound on the palm of his hand, the dull hair on his head was hanging. Down.

Seeing Chu Ci's gaze, Yan Ting closed his hand unconsciously. The knife that he had been playing with with one hand also stopped and was firmly held in his hand.

"Doesn't it hurt?" He wanted a little blood, so he had to make such a big hole.

The cold and sharp knife struck it, even if the wound is healed, as long as the pain is still there in retrospect, it should be very painful...

Seeing Lao Yang taking the bottle back, Chu Ci lowered her eyes, not knowing what she thought of, and instinctively raised her hand to shake his hand.