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Yu Musheng reached out, pretending to have something wrong, blush: "Get up to eat, you are different from me, you need to eat on time."

Bai Weiwei nodded and climbed from the nest.

Yu Musheng accidentally looked at the room, seeing his face red in the mirror next to him.

He glanced, quickly got up, "I went to see if there is dinner."

Then go to the door, slowly exhale of a breath, which is completely a human reaction.

He reached out and touched his face and thought that he had a hundred years ago, in addition to cultivating reading, never seen other girls.

At that time, a female student was also less, he came to hurry, and there would be more encountered more.

The atmosphere of the family is more competed, and he is annoying.

It has been a hundred years. When I met Bai Weiwei for the first time, I was somewhat nothing.

The impulse of the parents is really not suitable for his age.

Yu Musheng looked at his fingers, or fake, he is a ghost.

The people are ghost.

He can't be tired.

Yu Mouqi strive to bring together such a little sinus first open.

But my heart is a bit sad, causing his expression to be indifferent to hide your uncomfortable.

Yu Mang suddenly looked up, and the expression looks actually to murder.

Send dinner waiters: "..."

Yu Mouli thinks that he is waiting for dinner.

He said: "Let's go here, I will go."

The waiter suspected to see him, and the eyes were even despised.

Then he put something down and rushed.

When I was running downstairs, I saw the hotel manager immediately said: "I can't enter the room. The man is guarding at the door, and I am not a good person. I am scared, and the girl who is hugged in will be fierce. "

The manager has changed, "Don't bother him, open monitoring, the police is coming, we can't impulse, you will not have the criminal."

I saw the flying frankness of the waiter to run, thinking that it was a wonderful expression, and there was not much thought.

He reached his hand and pushed the dining car, just opened the door, suddenly the eyes were cold, and the finger made a brown.

A golden ray, with a pattern of countless spells.

A complex ablation appears.

A dark red, unknown soul hits directly.

It is a ghost.

The abundance of the dense linear light, entangle, the red unclear.

The red ghost on the france is roaring, and it seems to escape.

However, it is like a small mosquito on the spider.

How to struggle can't leave.

It roared, "I have no hatred with you, just pass, you will die?"

Yu Shao concerted a little golden light, whispered: "You run in this hotel, it is to disturb the people."

Bai Weiwei is more afraid of ghosts, he knows.

This ghost is afraid that she is not hurting their hearts, she will scare her.

And as long as it is a ghost that stays, it is sure not to play.

The red ghost is angry, it looks at yourself, the soul is distorted, and it is actually self-explosion.

The red soul body is directly attacked by the power of the same power.

Yu Hong lost his eyes.

His five fingers spread, fingers illusion into spurtes, and red soul is all dissipated.

Yu Mou, walked coldly and looked at the disappeared soul.

Killing the ghosts, as nature with human beings.

Some red gases are filled in the air, drifting into the room.

These gases are just some of the obsesses of death.

It will soon disappear, very limited to people's harm.

Yu Mou moved in a moment, did not think about it, because these clothes did not have any effect on him.

The desperate resentment of a hundred years, the madness of countless ghosts, he still keeps awake.

His self-made power has been stronger than anyone's imagination.

Yu Mou moved to dinner into the room, turned his hand.

He looked up, just wanted to shout, but he saw that Bai Weiwei's face was very red, shaking, grabbed the quilt.

Some red gases around her.

Yu Mo moved his face changed, he had forgotten that human beings will be affected.

He rushed over, reached out, holding Bai Weiwei's face, staring at her eyes and found a faint red fog in her eyes.

It is the obsession of the ghost.

Yu Xiaowou eyes black and sink, softly asked: "What is your obsession?"

It is also possible to scatter inspiration directly, but she will hurt.

Yu Musheng wants to use a mild way to relieve her uncomfortable.

Bai Weiwei looked at him, suddenly revealing a cochaful laugh, suddenly reached out to the bed.

Yu Mou lost her face, but he saw she kneeling in his chest, glamor, "Baby, will you be happy? I will make you a good dream."

Yu Hong moved: "..."

He finally knew what the red ghost is ghost.

It is a dream Chinese color.

Specially confused to live in the hotel.

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