Chapter 1291： Worship me, my thief lucky 22

However, I felt that these black eyes and the look of expectation in these eyes seemed familiar.

I always feel where I have seen it.

"Who?" His voice was hoarse because of his illness.

Watching the little girl walk in, she closed the door with her backhand.

Her skin is incredibly white, her hair is also pure silver that has never been seen before, and her **** eyes have the meaning that you can’t go back. She has already walked to the front of the candlelight and extinguished the candlelight. .

"Okay." Immediately after the darkness struck, the Nuonuo voice rang again, with a taste of credit.

Fu Su:...

He tightened his fingertips, licked the corner of his lower lip with the tip of his tongue, suppressed the emotions in his eyes, and asked in a low voice, "Ghost?"

There was no answer, as if thinking about how to answer this question.

Fu Su lowered his eyes, a little strange with his emotions at the moment.

He thinks he should be wary of the existence of such strange things, but it seems to be different from what he expected.

He spoke again, and discussed with the little girl who suddenly appeared in front of him, "You turn on the light again and give you red bean cake."

Use pastries to tempt a ghost.

This kind of behavior really made Fu Su never expected.

Can you be tempted?

Unless this is a little greedy ghost.

When Fu Su thought about it, he heard a cry over there.

"Why are you doing so much?" The soft voice was dissatisfied, and the emotions in it seemed to be more violent than him.

Then Fu Su heard the sound of turning things.

The whole body tensed, always guarding Chu Ci's approach.

The sound stopped, his ears moved slightly, listening carefully to other sounds.

Then came the sound of the match being struck.

A little light quickly filled the room, and the candlelight was lit again.

The little girl with silver-white hair was standing in front of the candlelight with a extinguished match in her hand. She probably hadn't done anything like this before.

The little girl blew the extinguished match a few more times before throwing the match stick aside and looking at him again.

"Okay, sweet-scented osmanthus cake, bean paste cake."

Fu Su:...

Is this really a glutton?

The little girl looked only fifteen or six years old, and she did not look like an ordinary human being.

Tilting his head and ignoring Fu Su who was observing himself, he moved his calf to the window and closed the window.

While still muttering, "I’m sick and don’t let others close the window for you before going to sleep, so that you don’t have to change your clothes after being splashed by me. Have you caught a cold now? It’s so pitiful, let me If you want to bite, you don’t know if you should do it now...Oh, no, take your mouth."

Chu Ci blinked his eyes, turned his head to look at Fu Su, bend his lips.

These words...

Fu Su was a little confused because of his illness, but he could understand the general meaning. He looked at Chu Ci in front of him and passed the meaning of this sentence in his mind twice.

For the time being, let’s say that I can splash him all over, besides the little ancestor outside, who else?

And after saying that, he also remembered where he had seen the emotions in these eyes, not on the little fat fish outside.

Thinking about this, he squinted his eyes slightly, his voice was a little uncertain, "Little Fat Fish...?"

"You are fat, and your whole family is fat." This title made the little **** the opposite side blow her hair instantly.