The Anarchic Consort Chapter 1102: His Royal Highness is jealous

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Bali Jiajue curled his lips and smiled. He has never cared about the life and death of human beings, but: "It's a very interesting game, isn't it?"

Helian Weiwei analyzed another meaning in the words of a certain Highness: "I think it is not a ghost that kills, but a human."

Bali Jiajue laughed lowly, very meaningful: "Yes."

"But your expression is not very similar." Helian Weiwei made a small face and warned in a low voice: "Don't always crush my IQ."

Bai Li Jiajue liked her when she looked like that, and his smile grew stronger: "My master, how dare I crush your IQ."

Helian Weiwei:...Then what are you doing now!

"It is indeed humans that kill, but." Baili Jiajue lowered his head and slowly said in her ear: "There is a smell that I don't like very much here, but it is covered by the smell of humans. I can’t smell the exact location, so my master, for the sake of my nose, is not allowed to leave me a meter away from now on."

Helian Weiwei stretched out her hand and rubbed her ears, and sighed in her heart. His Royal Highness is always using her with a beautiful boy, a wicked, too wicked one.

Bai Li Jiajue watched her constantly rubbing her ears, like a little phoenix that had only been stepped on.

Well, it turned out to be teasing his pet, which made him find it the most interesting.

Other games... Let her solve them.

After all, the principle of keeping pets is to keep her interested all the time.

Helian Weiwei doesn't know what a certain majesty thought. If she knew it, she would be quite helpless. Who would be interested in a murderer, except for the one in front of her.

But why.

Why is the monk Wu Fan the first to die?

The panic in the eyes of the college students was very obvious. They seemed to have seen the scene six months ago again. At the seaside late at night, there was only a corpse floating on it.

"Call everyone to the lobby." Master Song watched this scene and ordered in a low tone: "No one is allowed to approach here without my permission, Xiao Liang, call, let me know. When the person who has the case comes over, keep quiet and don’t let others know."

Following an adjutant who was holding an umbrella behind Mr. Song, he whispered back: "Yes."

The rain is still falling, the thunder is rumbling, and the sky is getting dark.

Except for Song Tongtong, who was watched by the servant, everyone in every room came to the hall. Tianshi Zhang didn’t know what had happened. He seemed to have just woke up, still rubbing his eyes, waiting to see lying outside. When he was holding the corpse, his legs were soft and unable to move.

"Master Wufan, he, him!" Zhang Tianshi couldn't believe that the person who was sitting opposite him not long ago died like this!

Master Song was sitting in the middle of the hall, holding a dragon-head cane in his hand, and his voice became heavy: "It happened so suddenly, it seems that it is not safe here anymore. I asked someone to call a car. Responsible for sending you back. As for the four masters, you have seen the situation. If you want to stay behind the ghost chaser, Song must thank you again. If you want to leave, Song will also respect your choice."

Zhang Tianshi wanted to leave, but the few people sitting there didn't even react at all.

If he just ran away like this, how could he be in the Yin-Yang realm in the future!

But Leah opened her mouth, with sorrow: "My crystal ball is broken, I am afraid I can't help Mr. Song, I need a new crystal ball to divination."

"Miss Leah was also frightened this time." The old man Song glanced at her, his tone couldn't hear the joy and anger: "Let’s go back with some of the younger generations of them."

Zhang Tianshi opened his mouth, just about to speak.

I was interrupted by the teenager on the side: "It's not ghosts that kill people."

Not a ghost? Zhang Tianshi paused, and he was waiting for Jing Zifeng to continue to say, if it wasn't for a ghost, what would he be afraid of, as long as he could hold on to the next day, he would get a large amount of commissions, how could he leave easily at this time.

"My Shijin did not feel the presence of ghosts." Jing Zifeng's expression was light.

Helian Weiwei's face showed playfulness, Shishen, she also has one.

His Royal Highness should also be considered a type of Shiki, but he is a demon.

"Shishen?" The old man Song frowned and looked at Jing Zifeng.

The young man was not verbose, pulled the backpack behind him, and said: "Come out."

Several little people folded from paper, as if they were alive, jumped onto the coffee table one by one.

"My Shijin." Jing Zifeng's tone remained the same.

Helian Weiwei laughed and asked a certain highness next to him: "There is such a lovely Shiki."

"The first level." Baili Jiajue's eyes were light: "It's just pieces of paper, so cute?"

Helian Weiwei listened to a certain His Highness's argument, and knew that this time must be smooth: "It's not cute without you, and you can't have long ears."

Bali Jiajue gave her one, which looked almost indifferent.

Helian Weiwei couldn't smile in her heart, alas, she even ate the jealousy of other shikigami. Although it was not obvious, she was still caught by her.

It's just because she praised her cuteness.

Shiki gods can indeed understand human words, and Helian Weiwei has an aura that wants to be approached.

Hearing she praised them so much, a few small pieces of paper lined up and started...dancing? Or the dance of Little Apple? !

Everyone stopped watching this scene.

Should they be dazzled? !

Such amused shikigami... Helen Weiwei laughed even more.

Only the young man’s expression was embarrassing, and he pulled his spirits back, threatening in a cold voice: "If you have any more wind, you will get out of the rain."

A few small pieces of paper were quiet immediately, standing on the table, afraid to jump again.

Their little master is in the puberty period, and it is inevitable that he will be more violent, well, they understand!

Master Song has never seen anything like this before. He has never believed in these superstitions after he has lived for such a long time, but the pieces of paper that can be moved without any manipulation make him look at the boy's eyes again. There is a deep meaning in the light: "It is not a ghost that kills people, what is that?"

"People." Jing Zifeng said very little.

As soon as the character exited, the muffled thunder on the horizon rang again.

Xiao Liang, who was sent out by Song Laozi, ran in from the outside and looked at Song Laozi as if he wanted to say something, but because everyone was there, it was not easy to speak.

Master Song leaned on a cane: "What can I say directly."

"The way out of the villa was blocked by two broken bushes. People and cars could not get there. The rain was too heavy, the lake next to it was always high tide, and the communication network of the villa was also blocked by the rain. Cut it off."