[Completed] [The crippled, sick, sweet-tongued Heavenly Master
Qin Luo moved to the wrong grave. From that day on, he could see things that others could not see, and a floating black lantern.
When walking at night, a lantern illuminates him.
Driving at night, the lantern guides him.
When he goes to bed late, a lantern will keep him up late.
Until one day, I woke up and found that the black lantern was missing and there was a young man beside my pillow.
The young man had black lanterns hanging from his ears. He raised his hand and grabbed Qin Luo's sleeves with aggrieved eyes, "Qin Luo, I'm hungry."
Qin Luo brought a bowl of rice noodles.
The young man shook his head and pointed at Qin Luo's forehead, "I eat souls."
Qin Luo ran away.
But no matter where Qin Luo ran, Tu Jing would always catch him.
In the bar, Qin Luo crushed the wine glass in his hand and cut his own throat with the glass shards, "Here you go."
Tu Jing shook his head and licked away the blood from Qin Luo's throat, "Qin Luo, I want to eat rice noodles."
Later, Qin Luo discovered that the man who threatened the entire Xuanmen sect with his life at the beginning would actually return to his four or five years old in a battle-damaged state.
Qin Luochu took advantage of Xiao Tu Jing, "Call me, brother, and I'll buy you milk tea."
So, the tricked little ghost king rubbed Qin Luo's arm with his round black head and said in a cute and coquettish way, "Brother Qin Luo."
Qin Luo, "..." It's shameful to act cute, but I like it so much.
