Chapter 849

Qiao Yanran originally clenched, at any time may wave out of the fist, slowly spread out, virtual hanging in the side.

Xiaoyuwan saw this scene and wiped the cold sweat on his forehead.

Mom.

Qiao Qiao is definitely a strong player. If it's notified later, it's afraid that it will be directly kicked off.

When they heard the sound of soft sticky sand, they were startled. They fell back for several steps and grasped the backpack behind them.

"Dong Dong --"

the boy climbed out of the coffin and stood not far from Qiao Yanran.

"Deceiving the corpse!"

Big guy had been on guard for a long time. At the moment, he took out glutinous rice, black dog blood and talisman from his backpack and smashed them to the other side without money.

The boy just wake up, the body reaction is still very slow, there is no time to dodge, was made by these things all over, very aggrieved pursed pursed pale lip.

Everyone was even more frightened to see that he was intact.

This zongzi is too strong.

I don't know who screamed. The people who were scared out of their guts jumped up quickly one by one. In the twinkling of an eye, there was no one.

Qiao Yanran chuckles, takes out the paper towel from the bag, bends down, and carefully wipes the dirty blood on his face.

He is much shorter than the original owner. His skin is cool, but delicate. He feels like a cold jade.

The boy raised his head, a pair of amber eyes bright, toward her blink, like falling stars, tentatively called out, "sister?"

The sound is rustling.

Qiao Yanran gave a hum, arranged his black robe, and asked casually, "what's his name? How old are you today? "

It's the same as the bank account.

"A single Jing, no surname."

Qiao Yanran rubbed the top of his hair, hooked his lips and said: "that Please tell me your surname. Let me introduce myself. My surname is Wang... "

When she said this, she didn't say the name of Wang Erhua. She said, "Wang Yanran."

Wang Jing lowered his head, broke his fingers and counted carefully. After a while, he said, "I'm 13002 years old this year."

Qiao Yanran heard the number, staring at the people in front of him.

When Wang Jing doesn't look at her, he will make fun of her? The history of this country is only 5000 years. How can he live so old?

"Yes, I remember."

Qiao Yanran, with a smile in her mouth, gently touched the top of his hair. "You clean up all the valuable things here and go home with your sister."

Xiaoyu Wan 】

something of value?

JOJO's focus may be a little off center.

Wang Jing nodded, a very obedient and clever appearance, turned his head to drill into the coffin.

"Ah -"

his hair is too long and all of it is on the ground. Wang Jing turns around in a bit of a hurry and is directly tripped by Changfa.

Qiao Yanran stretched out her hand to pull up Wang Jing on the ground and cut his hair.

Wang Jing's hair is soft, smooth and cool.

She pulled off the handkerchief and tied up his long hair. She joked: "when we get home, how about building short hair?

That way, you won't trip. "

Wang Jing thought about it seriously and murmured in a low voice: "no He will not be happy. "

His voice was very small and light. As soon as he spoke, he was scattered by the darkness of the tomb.

Qiao Yanran couldn't really hear it, but she vaguely heard a few words and inquired: "he? Who is he? "