Yan Ning looked at the girl.

The girl bit her lip.

I just relied on it for about a quarter of an hour.

Yan Ning finally nodded and recognized the girl's identity: "Sure enough, the girl is really not a monster, I blamed the girl wrongly. I don't know what her name is?"

"I'm calling... Xiaodie... Butterfly's butterfly!" The girl's face turned even redder.

"Xiaodie? A good name!" Yan Ning praised, then said casually: "So, the girl is actually a little butterfly?"

"I'm not a butterfly, I'm..." The girl almost subconsciously argued, but just as the words were about to come out, her whole body trembled and she woke up.

"What is it?" Yan Ning's mouth raised slightly.

"Yes...I am...I am a villager from Dahe Village. My family lives in the north of the village...North, yes, I live there!" Xiaodie's eyes kept turning.

"Oh, the north of the village is at least one mile away from here, right? You ran here from a place a mile away to wash your hair? And, at night?" Yan Ning's smile even more.

"this……"

Xiaodie was stunned again, and then she started crying.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

When she cried to the desolate place, Xiaodie covered her face with her hands.

His whole body trembled.

"Young Master, Xiaodie really has... a hidden secret!" After crying, Xiaodie spoke sadly again.

"Oh? How difficult is it?" Yan Ning asked back.

"..." Xiaodie.

God is pitiful.

Xiaodie has never been asked this question.

"Okay, since it's your indescribable hidden secret, it's naturally inconvenient to tell me this stranger. It's better for the girl to go home and change into a dress first. The autumn wind is really cold. If the girl gets sick because of a cold, it's really inappropriate." Yan Ning said with concern.

"No, my husband... my son, I am willing to talk to my son." Xiaodie was anxious. She only compiled a set of scripts, if she didn't tell her miserable life experience.

Then how will it be played later?

It's really hard for her this time.

"So, you have to talk to me no matter what, right?" Yan Ning probably understood. This fairy who absorbed yang energy was not very experienced, so she only prepared a set of plans.

"Yes... no... no, I mean... I hope the young master can give me mercy!" Xiaodie blinked and tried her best to make herself feel pitiful.

"Pity?" Yan Ning wanted to say something, are you thinking about nothing? Don't think I don't know, you are just greedy for the little yang energy in my body.

You want to suck me dry!

This kind of plot is actually the fuckingest.

There is a written word in the Ghost Story of A Chinese Girl.

There is also a monster called Xiaodie there. Like Xiaoqian, Xiaodie is controlled by the Thousand Years of Tree Spirit and is specially seducing the passing young masters outside.

And when the passing young master just lie down, the thousand-year-old tree spirit came!

Circle the focus!

I just lie on it!

This is what Yan Ning thinks is the most fucking thing.

At least you can move a few times?

Without moving for a few times, you sucked the yang energy dry and became a mummy. Where can I make sense?

"Miss Xiaodie wonders how I plead with mercy on you? Should I hang by the stream or come to the house?" Yan Ning asked casually at Xiaodie who looked like she was waiting for her mercy.

"This... it's cold by the stream. If the young master cherishes my family... I want to... go into the house and talk to the young master." Xiaodie said while pulling down the collar of the top.

"A lonely man and widow, and a widow, aren't Miss Xiaodie afraid?" Yan Ning seemed a little hesitant.

"Not afraid, I believe the young master is a good person!" Xiaodie said affirmatively.

"Well, the girl is right. I am indeed a good person. Moreover, to be honest, I am actually a practitioner of Taoism. I have long been distracted by the world and my heart is as clear as the water of the mirror lake. If Miss Xiaodie is really not afraid, it would be better to take off all her clothes and skirts. There is a fire in my room for baking. In this way, when the girl leaves tonight, she will not be so embarrassed, and I can also listen to the girl's sad life experience with peace of mind." Yan Ning nodded seriously.
Chapter completed!