Mr. Perfect Makeover

Cold sweat suddenly broke out on Wu Xinran's forehead, and he was thinking about whether to pull his hand back, when Ling Ge whispered, "Don't move." Out of instinct, Wu Xinran knew that it was best to do what he said at this time, so he nodded vigorously. I don't know if he saw it, but the cold feeling on his hand disappeared all of a sudden.

Even in the dark, it did not affect Ling Ge's vision and actions at all, but made him more free and wanton.

Facing Zhou Xiaoliang's big and round eyes, Ling Ge naturally took his hand, leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Are you afraid?"

Zhou Xiaoliang only felt itching and numbness in his ears, just like his current mood, indescribable palpitations and nervousness, but definitely not fear.

He shook his head to show he was not afraid, but let his ears touch Ling Gebing's cold and soft lips, and his body trembled violently, as if he had been frightened by something, but a fiery blush rose on his face, almost making his body shudder. The heart is burning hot abnormally.

Seeing the little guy's reaction, Ling Ge's lips couldn't help but twitched into a smile. It wasn't a cold joke, but a warm pampering. His eyes were full of softness and joy that even he couldn't understand.

But the beautiful moments are always short-lived. There was a hint of coldness in his ears, Ling Ge's eyes shrank suddenly, and a dangerous and cold aura emanated from his body. He protected Zhou Xiaoliang behind him, and moved his hands forward at a ghostly speed. Grasp. . . . . .

The shrill cry almost shattered the eardrum of the person, Wu Xin, who was leaning against the wall, suddenly couldn't help but cover his ears, but his brows furrowed deeply.I seem to have a psychological shadow on this scream, although compared with Lele's, this is really nothing.

Ling Ge could clearly feel the evil spirit struggling and twisting in his palm, and the coldness in the corner of his mouth deepened. As long as he exerted a little force, this lowly thing would completely disappear in this world, but he seemed unwilling to do so. What is it for?

"Brother Ling Ge, have you caught the ghost?" The concerned voice accompanied by the warmth of his arm brought Ling Ge back to his senses.

So this is the answer?

"Well, I caught it." Ling Ge whispered, then waved his hand, and the room returned to normal.

Wu Xin suddenly approached, pointed to the black smoke-like thing in Singer Ling, and hesitated: "Is this a ghost?"

"Of course, this thing is similar to the one we caught last time in the old house, but it's smaller than that." Zhou Xiaoliang ran to the kitchen with great experience and found a glass bottle and handed it to Ling Ge.

Ling Ge took it, put the cloud of smoke in it, then took out a piece of talisman paper from his bosom, threw it in, and finally put the cap on the bottle and handed it to Zhou Xiaoliang.

Wu Xin suddenly looked at the cloud of smoke changing various patterns in the bottle, making strange muffled noises from time to time, and felt even more puzzled in his heart.

"Zhou Xiaoliang, you and Ling Ge know each other, right? What about the old house and ghost hunting you mentioned? What's going on?"

"Speaking of this matter..."

"Little cutie, it's not a good habit to break the casserole and ask the truth!" Ling Ge interrupted.

Wu Xin suddenly raised his head and looked at him, his heart trembled. There was a wanton smile on this man's face, but the displeasure and coldness in his eyes made people startled. Wu Xin suddenly knew that if he wanted to keep asking, the result would definitely not be borne by him. .