Not mentioning how the other people went offline, Haoran teleported directly back to the Temple of Creation. In the past, no matter when he came back, Ruoer would always be waiting for him here with a smile on his face. However, today in Ruoda's temple, there was
Empty.
"Ruo'er." He murmured softly. Without her joyful smile, the surroundings fell into deathly silence. If it weren't for the six-pointed star array on his chest still emitting a faint light, he would really think that beautiful
The npc has completely left him.
If Er was killed this time, according to the system's explanation of the function of the personal maid, he should be able to be resurrected after 24 hours. Although he knew the result, when Haoran was walking alone in the empty Temple of Creation, he still felt an inexplicable feeling in his heart.
A touch of sadness.
He strolled upstairs and directly entered the room where the Lord of Ghosts and Souls had been subdued. Pushing the door open, everything was still the same as before. In the recess of the wall, the first-level longevity bead was still shining white. Unfortunately, silly
The child is also in seclusion at the moment, and the avatar on the pet panel is still dark.
Are you alone? Haoran fell down on the soft big bed, not liking this deserted feeling - even if a little ghost appeared in the room now, he would be very happy.
After going offline, through the gauze curtains, he could see that the outside of the villa was filled with the light of the stars and the moon.
"Xiaobai, are you okay?" A bad cowboy's voice came from outside the door, and the urging was obvious.
"Okay." Haoran grabbed a few sips of cold water from the table, changed into a clean T-shirt, and opened the door.
"Why are you the only one?" Haoran thought that because he was so slow, he must be the last one, but he found that except for the bad cowboy, the two beauties were still in their room without making any movement.
"Girl, there are a lot of troubles before you go out. So I came to call you first." The bad cowboy said nonchalantly: "Besides, aren't you the host today? It's safer to get the one who pays the bill first."
"Uh..." Haoran was speechless. Thinking of the thousands of oceans that were about to leave him, his heart started to bleed.
After another two minutes, Xiaoyun took the lead to walk out of the room. She was wearing a tight-fitting red dress that was a bit flamboyant but still elegant. The look of it made the denim drool almost drip from her eyes.
"Well, Xiaoyun..." Haoran also felt hot in his heart.
"What do you want to say?" Situ Muyun smiled slightly, his whole body trembling a little. That perfect S-shaped figure was probably nothing more than a rough wave.
"Has no one ever told you that wearing red clothes at night will attract ghosts?" Haoran wanted to say a few words of praise, but suddenly he remembered that this time he was bleeding heavily, and the treat was all thanks to this beauty, and he swallowed the good words as soon as they came to his lips.
go back.
"You? Looking for a fight~!" Xiaoyun's beautiful eyes glared, and she punched Haoran directly on the shoulder.
"It hurts." Haoran pretended to be in pain, trying to earn some sympathy points.
Before he could finish his lament, the bad cowboy had already pulled him behind him, with an extremely righteous expression on his face.
"Brother Cowboy, it turns out you are so kind to me..." Haoran was just about to show a little touch at his behavior, but before the word "good" came out of his mouth, the bad cowboy stepped forward and stared at Situ Muyun.
"Xiaoyun, when I was born, the fortune teller said that I was destined to be invulnerable to ghosts and gods." He patted his chest and said in a very manly manner: "As long as you stay close to me today,
Make sure no little devil dares to get close to you!"
Haoran stared at the bad cowboy's exaggerated performance in stunned silence - how could a person be so shameless?
"You may not have a kid, but there is a pervert." He muttered quietly.
"You? Are you looking for me~!" This time, it was a bad cowboy's punch that hit Haoran's shoulder. The weight was obviously not comparable to Situ Muyun's gentle punch just now.
"Brother, can you please be gentle?" Haoran wailed again. First the woman, then the villain, the two most difficult to raise at one's own expense, were both offended by him today.
"Brother is educating you. You should have a better attitude towards ladies in the future." The bad cowboy said shamelessly.
"you……"
"What are you all doing? Are you so busy?" At this moment, the door of Qingjue's room also opened, and the little beauty in a plaid skirt walked out gracefully.
Qingqing's outfit looked very pure, which was in sharp contrast to Situ Muyun's beauty.
Two beauties, two completely different styles, if Situ Muyun is a blooming peony, stunning and noble; Lan Qingjue is an orchid in the empty valley, elegant and pleasant.
"Qingqing, you are so beautiful!" Haoran swallowed hard. He had just left school and loved this kind of innocent little girl the most.
"Look at your virtue." This time it was the bad cowboy's turn to despise him.
"Huh." Xiaoyun didn't seem to be satisfied with his expression. How come he was attracting ghosts after dressing up, and he looked so greedy when Lan Qingjue came out?
"Thank you." Qingqing accepted the compliment generously, and then walked straight to Situ Muyun, showing her surprise and saying: "Xiaoyun, this outfit really suits you! So beautiful!"
Situ Muyun's heart was filled with joy at these words. He immediately took Lan Qingjue's hand affectionately and said, "Qingqing, you are so charming that you will not pay for your life."
"Xiaoyun, this outfit of yours was custom-made, right? This style is so good, you can't buy it in a store." Qingqing stroked Situ Muyun's red skirt enviously. As a woman, she naturally has a passion for beautiful clothes.
No resistance.
"Well, it is customized according to the new styles in Paris this summer. The tailor's skills are good. I will take you to have a look some other day?" Xiaoyun turned her body proudly, and the fishtail-shaped skirt danced, which made her look even better.
The slender and beautiful leg lines are particularly eye-catching.
Before Qingqing had time to speak, the sound of desperately swallowing could be heard behind her.
"Gudong."
"Gulu."
The two voices came out almost at the same time, definitely coming from two different throats.
"Gentlemen, do you have any opinions?" Xiaoyun chuckled, his eyebrows and phoenix eyes seemed to be able to discharge electricity.
"Teasing! Most of the crimes committed by men are caused by women like you!" Haoran thought angrily in his heart, but his eyes couldn't leave Xiaoyun's body. Although he had always liked innocent girls, he was a troublemaker like Situ Muyun.
A classy woman that no man can resist.
"If you turn it wider, you will definitely be able to expose it more..." The bad cowboy stared at the top of the fishtail skirt, hoping that Situ Muyun would make another slightly bigger move.
Of course, the words deep in the two men's hearts cannot be spoken out. Otherwise, today will definitely be a dead end...
"Bah, bah~" the sound of the car's horn came from outside the door.
"Let's go quickly, we won't have anything to eat if we are later." Xiaoyun looked out the window and saw that the black Mercedes-Benz was already parked at the door of the villa.
