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The story told by Li Ming owl is a horror story, which he saw unconsciously on the Internet.
At that time, I thought it was interesting, so I read it a little. I didn't expect that now, it's useful.
As for the fairy tales the little guy told, he knew, but he didn't read them.
I haven't seen it. Naturally, I can't talk about it.
In his eyes, those fairy tales are childish, from childhood.
"Li Ming Xiao, you, go on talking quickly." Seeing the man didn't go on, Joe couldn't help but urge.
"The woman in white stood in the high building and looked at the migrant workers. She suddenly laughed.
Then, the whole person, jumped down from the high building.
With a plop, the body of the woman in white was smashed, and blood and bile splashed.
Red blood, the hands of migrant workers, dyed into red steamed bread.
Green bile, the hand of the migrant workers, dyed into green steamed bread.
Do you want red steamed bread or green steamed bread... "
At the end, the man's voice, deliberately, lowered and slowed down.
Low and deep, in the dark, his voice, with a trace of terror.
At this time, outside the window, eat a cold wind.
All of a sudden, the wind was heavy.
The girl was fascinated, a little afraid, hand, unknowingly grasp the man's clothes.
Quiet.
Looking at the little guy to listen to be absorbed, that kind of dull appearance, is very lovely.
The man looked at it and couldn't help teasing.
"Qiao Xiaoxiao, do you want red steamed bread or green steamed bread..."
The man deliberately lowered his voice and leaned over the girl's ear and said darkly.
Hand, also deliberately, in the girl did not notice, quietly touched the girl's back.
Gently, a pat.
"Ah
"Li Ming owl, yes, there is a ghost!"
The girl is completely immersed in the story of men, and her heart is restless. At this time, the girl is sensitive.
The man gently patted, she was scared directly, scared face bloodless.
The whole person, fast, hold the man tight.
Small head, tight, buried in a man's arms.
Looking at the little guy this scared appearance, the man shallow smile, his little guy, did not expect to have such a side.
"Well, there are ghosts. If you sleep well, ghosts will not come to you."
The man comforts in a low voice, and his voice is pleasant.
"Really, really?"
The drunken Little Joe was no different from five years old. She believed whatever the man said.
"Well, really, sleep."
"Li Ming Xiao, well, I'm going to sleep. Good night..."
The girl is also really tired, voice to the back, more and more light, to No.
Quiet, came the girl, shallow breathing sound.
"Good night, little one."
……
The next day, Joe had a good night's sleep until noon. When he woke up, he had a bad headache.
I haven't drunk for a long time. I'm not used to it.
With a headache, Joe lifted the quilt and got ready to get up.
"My clothes?"
Joe looked at her pajamas and wondered, when did she change her clothes?
Why is she not impressed?
Because he was drunk last night, Joe can't remember what happened last night.
In her impression, only remember that she and Mulan came back to the villa drunk, and then, she fell asleep.
I don't know if Mu ran wakes up?
Joe washed and prepared to go downstairs.
Last night, Li Ming owl didn't come back. How wonderful!
Joe was in a good mood at the thought that he might not be back.
Humming a little song, to the guest room, only to find that the wooden Ran is no longer there.
Mu Ran has gone?
Joe, a little puzzled, went downstairs.
"Awake?"
Qiao Xiaoxiao just came downstairs, a familiar, cold voice.
Cold, behind her ring.
Voice, cool and dignified, people, can not help but cold body.
Joe's little body instinctively stiff, a beautiful little face, full of bitter color.
Is Li Ming Xiao back?
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The story told by Li Ming owl is a horror story, which he saw unconsciously on the Internet.
At that time, I thought it was interesting, so I read it a little. I didn't expect that now, it's useful.
As for the fairy tales the little guy told, he knew, but he didn't read them.
I haven't seen it. Naturally, I can't talk about it.
In his eyes, those fairy tales are childish, from childhood.
"Li Ming Xiao, you, go on talking quickly." Seeing the man didn't go on, Joe couldn't help but urge.
"The woman in white stood in the high building and looked at the migrant workers. She suddenly laughed.
Then, the whole person, jumped down from the high building.
With a plop, the body of the woman in white was smashed, and blood and bile splashed.
Red blood, the hands of migrant workers, dyed into red steamed bread.
Green bile, the hand of the migrant workers, dyed into green steamed bread.
Do you want red steamed bread or green steamed bread... "
At the end, the man's voice, deliberately, lowered and slowed down.
Low and deep, in the dark, his voice, with a trace of terror.
At this time, outside the window, eat a cold wind.
All of a sudden, the wind was heavy.
The girl was fascinated, a little afraid, hand, unknowingly grasp the man's clothes.
Quiet.
Looking at the little guy to listen to be absorbed, that kind of dull appearance, is very lovely.
The man looked at it and couldn't help teasing.
"Qiao Xiaoxiao, do you want red steamed bread or green steamed bread..."
The man deliberately lowered his voice and leaned over the girl's ear and said darkly.
Hand, also deliberately, in the girl did not notice, quietly touched the girl's back.
Gently, a pat.
"Ah
"Li Ming owl, yes, there is a ghost!"
The girl is completely immersed in the story of men, and her heart is restless. At this time, the girl is sensitive.
The man gently patted, she was scared directly, scared face bloodless.
The whole person, fast, hold the man tight.
Small head, tight, buried in a man's arms.
Looking at the little guy this scared appearance, the man shallow smile, his little guy, did not expect to have such a side.
"Well, there are ghosts. If you sleep well, ghosts will not come to you."
The man comforts in a low voice, and his voice is pleasant.
"Really, really?"
The drunken Little Joe was no different from five years old. She believed whatever the man said.
"Well, really, sleep."
"Li Ming Xiao, well, I'm going to sleep. Good night..."
The girl is also really tired, voice to the back, more and more light, to No.
Quiet, came the girl, shallow breathing sound.
"Good night, little one."
……
The next day, Joe had a good night's sleep until noon. When he woke up, he had a bad headache.
I haven't drunk for a long time. I'm not used to it.
With a headache, Joe lifted the quilt and got ready to get up.
"My clothes?"
Joe looked at her pajamas and wondered, when did she change her clothes?
Why is she not impressed?
Because he was drunk last night, Joe can't remember what happened last night.
In her impression, only remember that she and Mulan came back to the villa drunk, and then, she fell asleep.
I don't know if Mu ran wakes up?
Joe washed and prepared to go downstairs.
Last night, Li Ming owl didn't come back. How wonderful!
Joe was in a good mood at the thought that he might not be back.
Humming a little song, to the guest room, only to find that the wooden Ran is no longer there.
Mu Ran has gone?
Joe, a little puzzled, went downstairs.
"Awake?"
Qiao Xiaoxiao just came downstairs, a familiar, cold voice.
Cold, behind her ring.
Voice, cool and dignified, people, can not help but cold body.
Joe's little body instinctively stiff, a beautiful little face, full of bitter color.
Is Li Ming Xiao back?
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The story told by Li Ming owl is a horror story, which he saw unconsciously on the Internet. At that time, I thought it was interesting, so I read it a little. I didn't expect that now, it's useful. As for the fairy tales the little guy told, he knew, but he didn't read them. I haven't seen it. Naturally, I can't talk about it. In his eyes, those fairy tales are childish, from childhood. "Li Ming Xiao, you, go on talking quickly." Seeing the man didn't go on, Joe couldn't help but urge. "The woman in white stood in the high building and looked at the migrant workers. She suddenly laughed. Then, the whole person, jumped down from the high building. With a plop, the body of the woman in white was smashed, and blood and bile splashed. Red blood, the hands of migrant workers, dyed into red steamed bread. Green bile, the hand of the migrant workers, dyed into green steamed bread. Do you want red steamed bread or green steamed bread... " At the end, the man's voice, deliberately, lowered and slowed down. Low and deep, in the dark, his voice, with a trace of terror. At this time, outside the window, eat a cold wind. All of a sudden, the wind was heavy. The girl was fascinated, a little afraid, hand, unknowingly grasp the man's clothes. Quiet. Looking at the little guy to listen to be absorbed, that kind of dull appearance, is very lovely. The man looked at it and couldn't help teasing. "Qiao Xiaoxiao, do you want red steamed bread or green steamed bread..." The man deliberately lowered his voice and leaned over the girl's ear and said darkly. Hand, also deliberately, in the girl did not notice, quietly touched the girl's back. Gently, a pat. "Ah "Li Ming owl, yes, there is a ghost!" The girl is completely immersed in the story of men, and her heart is restless. At this time, the girl is sensitive. The man gently patted, she was scared directly, scared face bloodless. The whole person, fast, hold the man tight. Small head, tight, buried in a man's arms. Looking at the little guy this scared appearance, the man shallow smile, his little guy, did not expect to have such a side. "Well, there are ghosts. If you sleep well, ghosts will not come to you." The man comforts in a low voice, and his voice is pleasant. "Really, really?" The drunken Little Joe was no different from five years old. She believed whatever the man said. "Well, really, sleep." "Li Ming Xiao, well, I'm going to sleep. Good night..." The girl is also really tired, voice to the back, more and more light, to No. Quiet, came the girl, shallow breathing sound. "Good night, little one." The next day, Joe had a good night's sleep until noon. When he woke up, he had a bad headache. I haven't drunk for a long time. I'm not used to it. With a headache, Joe lifted the quilt and got ready to get up. "My clothes?" Joe looked at her pajamas and wondered, when did she change her clothes? Why is she not impressed? Because he was drunk last night, Joe can't remember what happened last night. In her impression, only remember that she and Mulan came back to the villa drunk, and then, she fell asleep. I don't know if Mu ran wakes up? Joe washed and prepared to go downstairs. Last night, Li Ming owl didn't come back. How wonderful! Joe was in a good mood at the thought that he might not be back. Humming a little song, to the guest room, only to find that the wooden Ran is no longer there. Mu Ran has gone? Joe, a little puzzled, went downstairs. "Awake?" Qiao Xiaoxiao just came downstairs, a familiar, cold voice. Cold, behind her ring. Voice, cool and dignified, people, can not help but cold body. Joe's little body instinctively stiff, a beautiful little face, full of bitter color. Is Li Ming Xiao back? www.mylovenovel.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
