(The previous chapter is being revised)
Qian Shang felt hopeless and speechless about the fact that he was wearing a book, and he was living in a mess all day long.
Just
The black shadows that appeared in the corridor from time to time, and the handprints on the windows, at first I thought they were just hallucinations.
Until a pair of pale, frost-covered hands hugged her head from behind and said with a loud smile.
"Got you"
Who did she offend by "digging holes"? She was really unlucky for eight lifetimes.
"I'm sorry to tell you, that's not a ghost."
Why are there so many strange hunters and monsters in this damn Western fantasy world! !
That shadow-catching monster, don't make trouble for me.
"Ouch?"
# Practicingbiwen
Intention: Refuse to do bad things, work conscientiously and fulfill your duties honestly
