Retirement Tiandao Online Poverty Alleviation

HelloKitty said "hello" and "goodbye" several times in a row, and it is about to change from a cute welcome animal to a ghost animal material.He Yan stubbornly pushed the glass door with one hand, gritted his teeth and said to the brazen ghost, "I tell you to get out!"

The "evil ghost" was not guilty, and those serious and cold eyes stared at He Yan a little uncomfortable.

"The Fuchen Art can only be used once a day. If the cold air enters the body, even I will be affected." The evil ghost said.

The sliding glass door stopped.He Yan poked out half of his head from behind the glass door: "Liar is a puppy."

The evil ghost froze for a moment, then nodded: "Liar is a puppy."

Whether it is believing in evil spirits, or making a contract with evil spirits with the old-fashioned childish promise of "liar is a puppy", it is outrageous.

However, it was such an outrageous and naive oath that made He Yan solemnly relieved, opened the glass door, and gave the drenched ghost a resting place.

Rainwater had been carried into the house and the water stains had pooled on the floor.

He Yan ran to get the bath towel and mop, leaving the ghost standing there at a loss, worried about whether to use the clothes brushing formula again.

After mopping up the water stains, He Yan threw the bath towel to the evil ghost, and the wet rain and lukewarm touch reached his fingertips.

warm.

He Yan touched the other's exposed arm again—it was still warm.

Although it was a bit damp and cool, it was entirely caused by the rainwater sticking to the skin.So the skin of the "ghost" is indeed warm!warm!

"That, you..." He Yan looked at his fingers, looked at the man who was slightly dazed at the towel, and then wiped the rain on his body unskillfully, "Are you a ghost?"

The man gathered his long hair and wrapped it in a bath towel, because the priest's robe on his body was soaked by the rain, and with the stretching of his arms, half of his chest was exposed.

"No."

"...Oh, really." He Yan laughed dryly, looked at the man for a while, grabbed the man's skirt that kept slipping to both sides, and held it together like a chicken.

This action was somewhat abrupt, and the 300 taels of silver here fully revealed He Yan's embarrassment.

Half a minute later, He Yan blushed and let go, picked up his phone and ran towards the back kitchen.Immediately afterwards, the owner of the dessert shop heard an angry roar: "A lot of money!! You are a charlatan!! Go to jail!!!!"