After Xia Zhihuai came out of the milk, he removed Wanwan's punishment from facing the wall.

Wanwan immediately got out of the cage and rushed towards Huang Xikong who was floating down from the cabinet.

Huang Xikong turned around and said disdainfully: "Little girl, you still want to catch me?"

Wanwan rushed to Xia Zhihuai, took the bottle and snuffed, and then said fiercely: "Uncle Huang, don't forget, you were beaten by me!"

"That's not because I'm careless about underestimating the enemy because I see you as a little bit."

Wanwan held the bottle in her hands, and her little eyes kept staring at Huang Xikong.

"Okay, I won't tease you anymore."

Huang Xikong threw the soul bead to her.

Wanwan immediately wanted to reach out to pick it up. Xia Zhihuai, behind her, picked up the soul bead in his hand and bounced Wanwan's forehead with disgust: "Is it dirty? Are you drinking milk? Just put the broken beads on your hand!"

Wanwan held the bottle and took two steps back: "Okay, I won't take it now."

Xia Zhihuai pinched the soul bead and looked at it for a while: "What kind of thing looks quite textured."

Huang Xikong's expression was a little hard to say: "That's the male ghost who pretended to be you and cheated on the little girl's money. I'll rub him into a soul bead."

The bead in Xia Zhihuai's hand fell to the ground with a "smack" sound.

"This tm...is a ghost?"

grass!

His hands are not clean!

Huang Xikong picked up the beads on the ground, held them in his hand, and slowly looked at Xia Zhihuai and said slowly: "You are quite right, it looks quite textured, and it feels like it when you turn it..."

Xia Zhihuai went to the kitchen to wash his hands with his face: "..."

He has ten thousand Zuan words to say hello to Huang Xikong!

...

After Wanwan finished drinking her breasts, she unscrewed the bottle herself, pulled the small stool and put the bottle into the kitchen sink.

After drinking milk, she was another baby, and immediately got off the stool and ran to the living room to find Huang Xikong.

Huang Xikong was sitting on the sofa watching an online drama, which was a campus idol drama that Xia Zhihuai had filmed before.

He hilariously watched while complaining, making Xia Zhihuai, who was sitting on the other end of the sofa, look a little gloomy.

"Hahaha, how could you play such a silly male second son?"

"Saving the heroine, she actually fell into the pigpen by herself, and was chased by the pig and ran wildly in the pigpen..."

Xia Zhihuai was dancing wildly at the intersection on his forehead, wrapping his arms in front of him, turning his head to look at Wanwan who was rushing out of the kitchen.

"Wanwan, is there any way for him to shut up for a day?"

Wanwan took out a small notebook from under the table and said seriously: "Yes, brother, I'll draw Zhang Zhen's house talisman. You stick it on the wall of the house. He can't get in the door for a day today."

Huang Xikong: "???"

"You guys are doing things?"

Xia Zhihuai immediately urged excitedly: "Hurry painting!"

Huang Xikong reached out to grab the notebook, and Wanwan immediately turned her back to him.

Huang Xi touched Wanwan's back with open hands and was immediately burned.

He quickly withdrew his hand and looked at the two brothers and sisters who were colluding with each other: "Don't go too far!"

"The way of heaven is good for reincarnation, who will the heaven spare?" Xia Zhihuai retorted to him, "I will have to pay it back sooner or later, hum~"

Huang Xikong sat back on the sofa and took out the soul bead from his sleeve: "It seems that you don't want to examine this despicable ghost today. OK, I will just find a place to float away... When will I remember it, come back to see you."

Huang Xikong stood up and floated out, and Xia Zhihuai immediately stopped him: "Wait, I won't stick to the housekeeping talisman!"

Wanwan drew the house-keeping talisman, tore it off from the notebook, and secretly stuffed it into her pocket.

...

The two of them sat on the sofa in the living room and looked at the soul beads on the table together.

Huang Xikong waved his sleeve and threw the bead into the air, and exhaled a stream of yin energy. The bead slowly expanded and turned into a male ghost.

Xia Zhihuai stared at the male ghost's face, and tapped his right index finger on his left arm rhythmically, and asked with a serious look: "How is this ghost similar to me? It's obviously ugly."

Wanwan held the doll and nodded behind her back, and heard Xia Zhihuai's words.

Huang Xikong sorted out his robe on Li's body and said carelessly: "When he caught him, his face was indeed the same as you."

"But after being beaten, that face won't be saved."

At this moment, the obscene ghost was still confused and saw two men sitting in the spacious living room, and a little girl, and suddenly became wild.

Huang Xikong usually stays at Xia Zhihuai's house. In order not to affect the health of strangers, he basically takes the yin energy on his body tightly. If he doesn't know his background, at first glance, except for his weird clothes, the others are no different from ordinary people.

The vulgar ghost was obviously a limp, his body floated in the air, releasing his yin energy, and said arrogantly: "Silly humans dare to capture me!"

Xia Zhihuai turned his head and looked at Huang Xikong and said worriedly: "You won't break his brain, right?"

Huang Xikong touched his chin and thought for two seconds: "No, this kind of ghost who is a little bit wise is actually quite durable."

The vulgar ghost looked at the white and tender Wanwan, drooling intently by the breath emitted from her body: "I'm good, little boy, you look delicious...ah!"

Wanwan grabbed the dates on the table, raised her hand and smashed it on the despicable grimace.

The vulgar ghost covered his face and screamed in pain. Huang Xikong leaned on the sofa with an expression of watching the show.

This stupid person actually covets the little carrot spirit!

Even though I didn't look at the current situation, I just drooled at the little devil. I guess my mind was not good at all.

During this period, Wanwan's spiritual power was also growing steadily, probably because her soul and body were gradually merging, so her spiritual power naturally developed to a very high level.

This body of spiritual power can make the old Taoist priests cry from the corners of their mouths every day.

Put it in front of ghosts and evil spirits, this little bastard is a fragrant and moving roast chicken.

It’s a good time to eat it, and it’s a good time to eat it!

However, roses are all thorny, and the more tempting things are, the more dangerous they are.

This vulgar ghost is not aware of the current affairs and should be beaten. No one or no ghost will sympathize with this guy.

...

The vulgar ghost who was smashed by Wanwan with dates finally squatted on the ground like a quail, pinching his ears with both hands in grievance, and apologizing loudly.

"I'm sorry, guys!"

"Boss, I'm wrong!"

"Big guys, I'm just a fool, an idiot, a fool, please let me go!"

Xia Zhihuai picked up the dates on the table and his hands were itchy: "Shut up, you."

Wanwan, a villain, learns whatever he hears.

Because Huang Xikong, a gangster, watches some malnourished TV series every day, Wanwan's vocabulary library has now expanded strangely.

If you learn some swear words, you might get angry one day and send him to the iCu.

"Okay guy."

The vulgar ghost squatted on the ground, trying hard to shrink himself into a ball.

Xia Zhihuai threw the dates back to the fruit plate and asked with a gloomy face: "Why are you pretending to be me to defraud those girls?"

The despicable ghost: "I'm wronged, boss."

"You still want to argue?" Xia Zhihuai's interrogation posture was full.

Wanwan intimidated from the side: "If you lie to brother again, I will give you to Uncle Hei Wuchang. He is good at wrapping ghosts with a layer of breadcrumbs and putting them in a pan of oil, and the fried tastes very fragrant."

The pupils of the vulgar ghost are quake: "!"
Chapter completed!