Late Night Bookstore

Vol 3 Chapter 688: Dead Tail

　　 "Why are you here again?"

　　 "I come to see him to see if other people are good."

"you are not human."

　　 "Yes, I am not a person, but how many men have never had the dream of being seduced by coquette?"

"You're annoying."

　　 "Almost as annoying as you."

　　 The white fox was sitting by the window sill, with a cigarette in his hand, wearing a very exaggerated night dress of the last century, like the shadow of Mei Yanfang.

　　Little loli sat at her bedroom desk with the workbook in front of her.

　　 "She must go to bed before ten o'clock, you are here, I have to come and look at you, and I have to help her do elementary school homework."

　　 "I think you enjoy it."

　　 "Can you see this?"

　　 "Yeah, I see, but I have to remind you one thing, but I have heard that some ghosts will suffer some assimilation of the host's consciousness, and finally make myself mentally ill."

　　 What the white fox does not know is,

　　 had such a person in Tongcheng before, almost mentally disturbed, and finally was transformed into Boss Zhou's belly.

"You do not understand."

　　 "I understand, you envy her life, long for her life, and even dream about whether you can live again in this way?

　　 saying,

　　Did you lack parental love and lack of study conditions in your last life? "

　　 These things, not many people know.

　　 Little Loli glanced at the position of the window sill and didn't answer.

　　 "I guessed it. Obviously, you are dreaming. This is not the kind of "rebirth" novel. This dream is too thin to be worth doing."

　　 "You came here at night to talk with me about psychology?"

　　 "No."

"why?"

　　 "I'm afraid."

"afraid?"

　　 "I don't know what I'm afraid of, and suddenly I'm afraid.

　　 Except for occasional visits, I stayed in that club most of the time. I can give him a membership card. He can also come to me to spend. It is on the expressway, near Yangzhou. "

　　 "I thank you for him."

　　 "No need to thank, you should do it."

　　 "You are off topic."

　　 "I'm off topic, where did I just come from? Oh, yes, I suddenly felt feverish for a while and felt that I was not in a good mood. I panicked all day, and I couldn't even enter."

　　 "Do you scare yourself?"

　　 "I am a demon, you are a ghost turned into a human being. Actually, to be honest, when you are a monster, which one did not climb out of other animal corpses in nine lives?

　　 If there is no agility or a sixth sense, I don’t know how many times I die.

　　You humans always like to use the "law of the jungle" to sigh some things,

　　 But the old lady I grew up in the old forest,

　　If I don’t believe my sixth sense, what should I believe? "

　　 Little Loli shook her head slightly, "So, are you here?"

　　 "I was a little flustered, and I didn't want to go back to the old forest. I wanted to find a nest in this neighborhood and hide."

　　 "Go to the bookstore?"

　　 "It can never be you."

　　 "Actually, I really don't recommend you to go to the bookstore."

　　Because if something happens in Tongcheng, it is impossible for the bookstore not to be involved.

　　 Moreover,

　　 in the bookstore during the day,

　　 Boss Zhou has clearly stated to his men and others that a major event may happen in a while, so Crescent Moon and these foreign ghosts did not go back, but stayed in Tongcheng, ready to be called at any time.

　　 "But I can't think of where I can go. I'm so cute and cute, should it still be popular?

　　Whether it is cute or rbq,

　　 How many can you refuse? "

　　 Little Loli thought of the flower fox marten that the bookstore had just been brought back by the boss today, put down the pencil, and was helpless:

　　 "There are a lot of animals in the shop now."

　　 "Isn't it just a monkey? Why, a few more? Your boss usually doesn't look like a woman, do you like love beyond the race?"

　　 Otherwise, why do you always bring animals to your house? "

　　 "If you want to go, you can go, I won't stop you."

　　 "Aren't you going?"

　　 "I wait for the phone."

　　 The implication,

　　When I need my help, I will go again.

　　 "Well, maybe you are the smartest." The white fox came down from the window sill and stood in front of a group of rag dolls, teasing casually, "There is such a good excuse and reason to stay away from the land of right and wrong.

　　 But as I said last time, if you want to mix well, and you want your clothes not to be wet at all, how is it possible?

　　 is like the princesses in the KTV of the club who sell and laugh, they only stick to the last bottom line, but they also understand that it is impossible to be cheap and not occupied by guests. "

　　 "I don't need you to teach me what to do."

　　 "Fate is like this, it has been doomed since you were forcibly taken by him."

"I know."

　　 "No, you don't know, you are a ghost. Remove the word "difference" and you're just a ghost.

　　A ghost, obsessed with the warm and cold family, obsessed with a father, obsessed with a sinful relationship,

　　 Similar miserable stories, I don’t use my examples. Generally, when I read the beginning, I know that the ending is definitely tragic.

　　 The most important thing is that he is not G father. "

　　 "Your words, too much."

　　 "Okay, okay, I won't bother you anymore, I can go down and see him? Can I go after reading, go to the bookstore, and ask for a reservation."

　　 Little Loli lowered her head, picked up the pen, and continued to do her homework.

　　The white fox walked to the door, and his figure transformed into a white fox with a silky and soft coat, and a rush of spring in his eyes.

　　 She went downstairs and came to the living room.

　　 The living room was empty, but it was filled with the smell of broth.

　　 In the kitchen, the hostess is still preparing supper at night, but this supper is really not at all with the light, she is cooking meat, the meat is full of fragrance.

　　The white fox shook his head, walked to the door of the study, and drilled into the gap.

　　 She saw the man sitting behind the desk and looking at the case. He was very serious, frowning slightly, and from time to time he took up a pen to write, write, and record.

　　 The serious man is the most handsome.

　　White fox has lived for a long time. In her heart, naturally there is no idea of being male and female inferior. If a man dares to force his wife to be a husband in front of her, she does not mind making that life inhumane.

　　 But she is naturally good at appreciating and observing the so-called "beauty" of men,

　　 The one in front of me,

　　 is undoubtedly a beautiful one.

　　 his tenderness, his thoughtfulness, his temperament, his elegance,

　　 It's just a pity that Qing is gone,

　　 Otherwise let him be a poor scholar,

　　 Come to meet by the lake,

What a beautiful thing 　　 should be.

　　The white fox watched quietly at the door. She did not make a sound. In fact, she knew that he should not be sure of his existence.

　　 looked like this for a long time,

　　The white fox reluctantly turned around and left,

　　 wine is a poison for intestinal wear, and a knife on the front of the character.

　　 The white fox shook his tail,

　　 She was ready to leave,

　　 She needs to seek asylum,

　　 Too gentle and beautiful things are often fragile.

　　 She came to the living room again,

　　 saw the hostess carrying a large pot of broth on the coffee table.

　　 But it is a little surprising that beside the broth, there are some light side dishes.

　　 The hostess should be much better than before, but some of the habits that are almost integrated into her bones still seem to be unable to change. For example, she likes to make broth.

　　Even if she cooked a lot of other dishes, she wouldn’t be addicted without this broth, and she didn’t have a hard dish on the dinner table.

　　 And he still happily drinks soup and eats meat,

Is 　　 acting or is it true?

　　 Or, is the acting show true feelings?

　　The white fox stood by the coffee table, and the hostess knocked on the door of the study to call her husband out for supper.

　　The soup pot is white,

　　 Suddenly this idea appeared in the heart of the white fox,

　　Since he likes to drink broth, since he likes to eat meat,

　　 Then,

　　 The flesh of the fox,

　　 Is it okay?

　　 This is the end,

　　 The white fox immediately shook his head,

　　 is also afraid for a while,

　　Why do you have such terrible thoughts?

　　 She wanted her to eat herself,

　　 But this is not the way to eat.

Simultaneously,

　　 also felt a little lucky,

　　 Maybe,

　　Is it not enough?

　　The white fox walked out the door,

　　 walked out of the villa,

　　 walked out of the community,

　　 walked on the road.

　　 From a white fox, she slowly changed back to a woman, wearing a white down jacket, pure and charming.

　　She knows how to show the beauty of women perfectly,

　　 She was also in it,

　　 This is not for flattering a passing man,

　　 is just to live up to God’s talent,

　　 Although,

　　 This **** seems to want to kill himself with a thunder.

while walking,

　　 Baihu feels a little tired, she doesn't want to take a taxi, because her mind is a little messy, affectionate, loving, lustful, living, dead, many things are simmering in her mind.

　　It reminded her that she was caught by an old hunter before she was transformed. The old hunter didn't kill her, but instead asked her to eat together, a broken iron pan, and a big stew.

　　 She also drank, and finally she and the old hunter were drunk.

when Wake up,

　　The old hunter is gone.

　　 Several years later,

　　 She turned into a human being and planned to go to him with gold and pay for it, because he was too old and an old man and did not want to use his body to pay for it.

　　 but the old hunter died long ago,

　　 She put the gold in the hunter’s hall,

　　 Later,

　　The three sons of the hunter fought for this piece of gold, one of them was broken, one was dead, and the other was caught by the government.

　　 After hearing these things~www.wuxiaspot.com~ She was still confused for a long time.

　　 Maybe,

　　If the old hunter is in the sky, re-select it once, and he should pick up his skin on that day.

　　 Hahahaha...

while walking,

　　 She sat down at a secluded bus stop.

　　 exposed his tail, gently swayed in the darkness behind him, and then went down to his neck, as if putting a bib on himself.

　　The white fox stroked his tail greedily,