[Quick Transmigration] Heartthrob and Cthulhu Love Daily

When Zhitao came out after washing her hands, she saw Father Snowman sitting on the sofa. The priest was lazily leaning against the sofa, his side face was outlined by the light, like a medieval oil painting.

It's beautiful, it's so beautiful, Zhitao's little heart was pounding, he begged in a low voice, "Father, why don't you take me out to play."

The voice is small and the courage is not small.

After all, what he is best at is pushing the boundaries, especially after finding out that Father Snowman is kind to him.

The priest closed the book and looked at him, and said in a pitiful tone: "I didn't watch anything interesting, I feel so boring."

"And I'm leaving in six days."

Zhitao stood there, with red lips, white teeth, black hair and white skin. He had the most intuitive stimulation to people's vision, and he was a boy that people would never forget.

Father Snowman obviously would not refuse his request, he stood up and led Zhitao out, and said gently: "Let's go, I just happen to know a place with a good view."

As soon as Zhitao went out with Father Snowman, he heard his cell phone ringing. The ringtone was very rock and roll. The main idea of ​​the lyrics was that the devil will defeat the gods, especially the second one.

The juvenile peach who tried to be obedient: Oh shit.

Obviously Father Snowman understood, but he only smiled veiledly.

Zhitao's ears burned instantly, and even the skin around the silver earrings became itchy. In order to avoid the priest's joking eyes, he quickly lowered his head and took out his phone.

It's an unfamiliar number.

So he hung up casually, and it didn't take long for the same number to call again. Only then did Zhitao pick up the phone, and as soon as he got through, he heard Wan Wan's anxious voice:

"Zhitao, where have you been?"

Zhitao made a soft ah, and then remembered that she had just given the phone number to Million in the pomegranate grove.

"I'm..." Zhitao looked around.

"At the southernmost point, just walk down the road in the middle." The priest told Zhitao.

Zhitao repeated his words to Million.

"Then you wait for me where you are. I'll come to find you. I have something to tell you." Wanwan gasped in the microphone and could still hear the wind. He must have run over to find him.

Zhitao put down the phone and explained to the priest: "My friend is coming over, let's wait a bit."

Father Snowman nodded, not taking it too seriously, but Zhitao was a little unhappy, he hoped to go out to play with the priest alone.

He kicked the small stone at his feet sullenly.

Wanwan should have answered the phone not far away, and quickly found him. He was obviously stunned when he saw Father Snowman, and then slowly walked to Zhitao.

"Good day," said Father Snowman, smiling.

"Um, good day." Wanwan was not used to such polite words, and he was very concerned about Father Snowman appearing next to Zhitao, so his tone seemed rather cold.

Father Snowman is like a handsome man who can only appear in the movies of the golden age, and he is a good match with Zhitao. Although Wan Wan doesn't like priests, he still has to admit that it is a very aesthetic scene.

However, Father Snowman obviously didn't care about his hidden hostility, and smiled gently at him, which made Million feel even more upset.

"Then let's go." Zhitao didn't pay attention to the undercurrent between the two of them. If he could have this emotional intelligence, he wouldn't have been single for so long.

"Where are you going?" Wan Wan asked in a slightly aggressive tone, not knowing that their original plan was to go out to play.

"Just go out and play." Zhitao was puzzled, "Didn't you come to travel?"

Hearing his indifferent tone, Wan Wan felt anxious in his heart. He pulled Zhitao aside, turned his back to Father Snowman and talked to him, "Don't think about it, I have something to tell you."

Zhitao felt uncomfortable being pulled, and shook his hand unhappily: "What's the matter?"

Wanwan was about to say something when he smelled an unpleasant smell. He moved his nose and couldn't help muttering, "Where is the smell coming from?"

The green medicine on Zhitao's arm became transparent after being smeared on, but it still had a little smell, probably because it was stained when it was pulled a million times just now.

Good guy, obviously he did it first, but he still thinks I'm stinky.Zhitao's tone also turned bad: "What exactly are you trying to say?"

Seeing his displeasure, Wan Wan didn't have time to pay attention to the smell, so he showed him the photos taken in the camera.

The photo is the one that took Zhitao, Zhitao took it casually and flipped through it: "What's so strange about this? Isn't it pretty?"

Holding the photo, he couldn't help admiring himself. Those who pursued him could be divided into two categories, one was dismissed by his low EQ, and the other was dismissed by his narcissism.

But he is happy.

Looking at him like that, Wan Wan knew that he didn't pay attention to the point at all, so he took the camera back and operated it. He enlarged the pomegranate flower in the photo. Same.

After zooming in, you can see a grimace in the middle of the flower, with pale skin and a long mouth, the mouth is dark, and the dark eyes are fixed on the young peach next to it.

When Zhitao leaned over and saw that grimace, she was immediately dumbfounded, and the fear could not be hidden in her voice: "... Could this be your p's?"

As if hearing Zhitao's words, that grimace slowly rolled its eyes, staring at Zhitao in front of the screen, and then rushed towards him with its mouth open.

Wanwan shook his hand, dropped the camera to the ground, and made a thud when it hit the ground, and Zhitao's heart beat for a moment, before beating heavily.

It hit his ear, making his breathing easier.

The camera hit the ground quite loudly, it bounced in the direction of the priest, and then lay on the ground, the screen was completely black.

The priest followed the sound and found the camera on the ground. He walked over to pick it up and returned it to them.

Before Zhitao could recover, someone patted his shoulder, causing him to hiccup in fright. The voice was still tuneful, as if a car was drifting.

Zhitao turned around and realized it was the priest. Father Snowman suppressed a smile: "What's wrong? Why are you so focused on something?"

Thinking about ghosts, Zhitao silently shook off the priest's hand.

Wan Wan next to him realized that he reached out to take the camera from the priest, and said in a bad tone, "It's none of your business."

Father Snowman opened his hands to allow him to take the camera away, not paying attention to the criticism of millions, just like a generous king would not care about a villager's bad words.

Zhitao realized that Wanwan didn't want to tell the priest about it, he held back for a long time, and finally called out hesitantly, "Father."

Father Snowman put his gaze back on him and asked with a smile, "What's the matter?"

Zhitao looked at him with piercing eyes, and asked politely, "Can you exorcise demons?"

This obviously involves Father Snowman's blind spot in knowledge. He moved his fingers hanging by his side, and said with a normal expression: "It stands to reason that I have learned relevant knowledge."

But he didn't act according to common sense, that is to say, he doesn't know how to exorcise demons, let alone exorcise demons, even if asked to repel mosquitoes.

But Zhitao didn't hear it, and continued to ask seriously: "Then do you think there are national boundaries for exorcism?"

"Yes." Father Snowman said calmly. He said that there is, and whoever can exorcise the devil will go.

Seeing Zhitao getting depressed, Father Snowman tried to change the subject, "Do you still want to hang out together? It will be difficult to walk on the mountain road later."

Zhitao shakes his head frantically, just a pomegranate flower has a ghost, other ghosts may be better at hiding, and even go out to play alone, it's impossible, he doesn't have such a big heart.

"Okay, let's go back to the house first?" Father Snowman suggested intimately.

Hearing these words, Wan Wan immediately hesitated, as if Zhitao and Father Snowman had a good relationship, it was much more serious than ghosts, "Why did you go there?"

After he finished speaking, he said to Zhitao: "Uncle Gu arranged a house for us, we can live there."

Zhitao hummed.

Father Snowman rubbed his thumb against the side of his index finger. He was nearly two meters tall and looked down at the two of them from a height. He was in a bad mood because of Zhitao's response.

Before the pride on Wanwan's face had time to show, Zhitao added, "Then you go live, I'll be with Father Snowman."

He still has medicine on his arms, he doesn't want to be surrounded by a group of people saying it stinks, like everyone looking for someone who farts in a public place, just thinking about that scene, Zhitao is about to suffocate.

Hearing this, Wanwan let out a silly sound, and looked at Zhitao helplessly: "Aren't you coming with me?"

Zhitao said firmly, "No!"

You're the one with a sharp nose that's the most annoying.

Father Snowman watched from the sidelines with a smile on his face, and was furious: "Then I want to live with the priest too!"

Zhitao frowned unhappily: "If you want to live, you can live here, can you speak more calmly."

Wan Wan listened to him, but he couldn't say anything good to Father Snowman, and he was suffocating him to death.

"Forget it, let me ask for you." Zhi Taoxin thought how smart Wanwan looks, and how he is dumber than him in how to do things, he couldn't help but sigh proudly when he thought of this.

Sure enough, it's up to me at the critical moment.

"Father, may a millionaire live with you?"

Father Snowman lowered his eyelashes, like a statue carved out of a god: "Of course, but there is no vacant bed at home, and I may have to trouble him to make a bed on the floor."

Zhitao nodded quickly when she heard this, and helped Wanwan respond.

In the end they failed to go out and spent the afternoon at Father Snowman's.

At night, Zhitao sleeps on the bed, the priest sleeps on the sofa, and only Wanwan makes the floor in the living room.

There were not many quilts in the priest's house, and the sheets brought to him were spread out. The ground was cold and cold. Wan Wan couldn't sleep for a long time, and it was already midnight when he was about to fall asleep.

Wan Wan closed his eyes, his consciousness slowly dissipated, and suddenly, he heard a snap, waking him up.

In front of him was the dark roof, he propped himself up in a daze, and looked towards the place where the sound came from, but it was still dark and nothing could be seen.

"... I fell asleep." Wanwan murmured, and plunged into his dream again, this time he fell asleep completely.

After Bai Wan fell asleep, the black shadow continued to chew on the broken ghost, and picked up the leg that had just been accidentally dropped on the ground.

While chewing, he thought slowly:

[Bad things scare Taotao. ]

[Eat it. ]