MTL - I Wasn’t Born Lucky-Chapter 11

Xiao Ming, Tan Li, plus a bathroom, formed a rather strange picture.

Tan Li does not have to say, does not move, looking straight at the bathroom; and Xiao Ming is soft at the door, the face contains great fear, tightly close to the ground, and they form a strong Equilateral triangle.

In Xiao Ming’s life, he didn’t look at horror movies. Xu Mei couldn’t wait to put all his time into school and financial practice. Therefore, he did not accept the horror film, so he’s heartbeat at this time. Eight hundred miles.

There was a light in the room, but Xiao Ming experienced the fear that had never been seen in this life - it was a real ghost! But also looked at the bathroom with hatred, what did Xiao Li do to get this female ghost?

It seems that... it’s like a ghost, it’s easy to die, and it’s all dead.

Xiao Ming desperately searched the information about the ghost from his mind. He couldn’t dare to look at his eyes. He was afraid that he would blink, and the female ghost in the room removed a part of his body. In this extreme fear, Xiao I feel more and more cold sweat on my forehead, and the clothes behind are soaked.

In his life, he has never experienced such a feeling.

They are all waiting for an opportunity to break the balance.

That is Xiao Li in the bathroom.

Xiao Li in the bathroom is currently ignorant of the rush of the outside world. He walked out of the bathtub and wiped his hair and water drops with a bath towel. Then he simply wrapped his bath with his lower body and decided to leave. bathroom.

His slender fingers touched the golden door handle of the bathroom, pressed down and opened the door.

When Xiao Li walked out of the bathroom and returned to his room, there was no one inside - no sandal, no Xiao Ming, the room was empty, just as usual.

The water droplets on the hair dripped down the neck of the teenager, rubbed from the chest and the mouth, and disappeared into the flexible abdominal muscles, disappearing.

Xiao Li didn't intend to blow his hair. He just sat back in the chair and looked at the little yellow book at the table.

He just sat down, and soon there was a drop of water dripping from his wet hair onto the little yellow book. He just had a drop of it. It immediately showed a line: [No clothes, good shape. 】

It may be that this scene of beauty bathing has brought great shock to it. It seems a bit shy, because the color on the small book has changed. It was originally pale yellow, like the color of parchment, simple and low-key. Now its entire book page is a bit red, and the yellow is so red - it looks a bit strange.

Xiao Li: "..."

Xiao Huangben is a little excited, like the opening of the new world gate: [... We are naked. Chat? 】

Xiao Li:? ? ?

- Isn't this the time when Xiao Huang is injured? ! It’s a stubborn little yellow book!

[You are so exciting,] Perhaps the beauty who just came out of the bath healed Xiao Huangben, and its current reply looks full of vitality. [No clothes are good, but you must blow your hair first. 】

Xiao Li immediately remembered that this was a female ghost who was interested in her own flesh. So he looked at the book with a strange look, and pulled the bathrobe on the hanger to put it on himself. Xiao Huangben immediately showed: "Unfortunately." 】

- Unfortunately, you are a head.

Xiao Li didn't listen to Xiao Huangben's words to blow her hair, but wanted to flip the front page first. In fact, if he could see the cover, he would find that the original Tanli photos have disappeared, which means The other party came out of the imprisonment - but Xiao Huangben did not cooperate at this time, and kept shaking the display: [Blowing hair. 】

Every time a black-haired boy wants to turn forward, he will be shocked back to the page by his vibration: [will catch a cold. 】

【just now. 】

Xiao Li: "........."

- I am so annoying, I am so annoying! Will it be shocking!

When one thing is repeatedly recited by others, even if it is a good thing, most people will have a rebellious mentality. Therefore, Xiao Li does not intend to listen to Xiao Huangben’s words. He simply does not care for Xiao Huangben and finds himself from the side. The phone, browse the information above.

His WeChat display has received multiple friend applications: [I am Zheng Yi. 】

[Xiao Li, Sherlock, I have only heard your contact information, I beg you, plus me, I want to say thank you! Please give me a chance to express my sincere gratitude, qaq. 】

[大佬——]

【father! 】

Xiao Li: "..."

Xiao Huangben on the desk suddenly trembled again. Xiao Li put down his mobile phone and saw another word on it: [...not obedient. 】

【sigh. 】

Sigh, Xiao Li was shocked, it even sighed, but also wrote the word "sigh", this female ghost is simply a strange style!

Xiao Li suddenly felt that this style was a bit cute, but the next second, he felt that this must be his illusion, because the next line of words is: [Then I can only help you blow. 】

Xiao Li: "........."

He suddenly has a bit of a square, this female ghost wants to help him blow his hair? How to help?

The dark-haired boy's brain filled up a pale woman, appeared behind him, holding a hair dryer - he was not afraid, just thought that this picture was a bit unsightly...

He rarely thinks that something is cute, why bother to tear down the truth? The ghost is hard to tear down.

So he also sighed, but in the heart, he took the hair dryer with a sense of fun, slammed his own scattered wet hair, and blew his head, and he didn’t care about it. Put down the hair dryer, and then pick up Xiao Huang Ben and write: "Can you?"

Xiao Huang Ben: [Chaos. 】

[But cute. 】

Xiao Li didn't care about it. He had the time to flip through the pages of the previous page. However, when he turned over two, he felt a little sleepy. He didn't blow his hair. When he was blown by the warm wind of the hair dryer, he gave it. Xiao Li brought sleepiness.

So he went straight to Xiao Huangben, went to the bed and lay down, and got into the bed that was laid by the maid.

The wide bed, the juvenile's collarbone, is still generously exposed, slender and delicate, like a butterfly flying high.

Before Xiao Li was asleep, it was faintly felt that someone leaned over and kissed his clavicle, which was a little itchy, but it seemed to be just an illusion.

Then the thin, flapped kiss ran around his collarbone and came to the chest, eventually moving up to his forehead.

Xiao Li is a bit sleepy. He is almost unconscious. He has a lot of thoughts in the future and he is deeply in a sleep.

On the other desk, the bright moonlight outside the window illuminates the small yellow book that is spread across the table, reflecting a line of writing: [Good dreams. 】

*********

Another unknown space.

Just in the moment when Xiao Li came out, Tan Li and Xiao Ming were moved here.

This is a place without any windows and doors, like a square chamber.

Being able to teleport them here is no longer in the category of human power - and therefore, Xiao Ming feels more desperate, he thinks, all this is done by the female ghost in front of him, wanting to torture him before he dies. !

Xiao Ming has been shouting: "Is there anyone who can help me? Ah, there are ghosts here!!"

However, no one cares for him until he calls his throat, and no one comes to save him. Finally, he can only look at the female ghost in front of him and try to narrow his sense of existence.

On that night, Xiao Ming regretted that he had entered Xiao Li’s room because of the impulse. If he didn’t enter his room, he would not see the ghost. If he didn’t see the ghost, he would not fall into such a situation... ...2k novel reading network