After being dressed as a little fat, he was taken away by the male protagonist

Chapter 89 The hero is so awesome but you don't know it?
Xiao Lu who shrunk into a ball and hid in the skirt of his clothes knew that the aura of the people around him had changed.

It trembled and shrank again, with a sense of tension like a tiger in front and a wolf in back.

Seeing that the boy was still looking at her calmly, the female ghost was a little surprised. If other children saw her like this, they would have screamed and fled in horror. They are not as calm as him.

Even if you look closely, you can still glimpse subtle disgust and disgust from the calm eyes.

She has been a female ghost for many years, and this is the first time she has seen someone who is not afraid of ghosts. Could it be that she is pretending?She suddenly became interested, her head and body twisted into a strange arc, crawled on the blood-stained bluestone slab, and slowly moved towards the boy.

Shen Yanjin's brows furrowed even more. He pulled out the small long sword in the wheelchair, and when the female ghost crawled to her feet, she raised her rotten face.

A sword stabbed down.

"Haha, ordinary weapons can't hurt me at all, kid, you're being careless."

After saying this sentence, the female ghost felt her head ache. Logically speaking, a dead person would not feel pain anymore, let alone she is not a human being.

The female ghost rolled over and over on the ground in pain, trying to take out the long sword, but no matter how much she tried to hold it with bloody hands, it would be bounced away.

"Ahhh-"

After a while, the female ghost with a distorted and terrifying face gradually turned into wisps of blue smoke and disappeared into the yard, while the red silk and satin that can be seen everywhere also slowly became transparent until they disappeared.

Xiao Ling heaved a sigh of relief, he pulled the neckline a few times with his small mouth, and after seeing that the female ghost really disappeared, he slowly got out from the skirt of his clothes, and subconsciously opened his small eyes to look at the blood red on Shen Yanjin's forehead.

There is still a faint red light on it.

It strangely leaned forward and took a bite, the red light was actually a bit brighter, making the face under the red light stunning and moving.

Shen Yanjin raised his hand to grab Xiao Feijiu who was making small movements on his forehead, Yun Luo's sleeves fluttered, and his voice was calm, "Don't make trouble."

"Chirp."

It's just curious, not fussy.

Xiao Ling, who had stopped, still stared at Shen Yanjin's forehead, without even blinking.

It seems to have discovered something incredible. The hero has a power that even ghosts fear, but he doesn't know it?

He couldn't see the red mark on his forehead.

why?

The book doesn't seem to mention this setting, could it be that I missed it?

Xiao Lu tilted his little head, thinking deeply, but no matter what he thought, he couldn't think of a reason.

Then it was led back to the bedroom like a led chick.

Seeing the messy and gloomy room, the corner of Xiao Ling's mouth twitched suddenly, feeling a little pitiful to Shen Yanjin.

Looking at the mess in the room, I'm afraid it has something to do with the female ghost. The female ghost must have disembodied shortly after they left and vented her anger in Shen Yanjin's room.

The servants probably came in to tidy up a few times, but later found that no matter how they were tidied up, it didn't take long for them to return to their original state, and everyone was terrified.

Over time, I dare not step into this weird courtyard again.

Shen Yanjin stood up from the chair, and tidied up the room silently. His injuries hadn't healed, and after a while, he felt a little powerless.

His wide Yunluo sleeves were stained with dust, and his face was a little pale.

In the golden thread pattern of the skirt, the smooth and white neck leaked sweat as clean as rain, dripping into the skirt, evoking associations.

Xiao Lu fluttered his wings and landed on his hot shoulders, wiping the sweat off his neck with his soft feathers, as if using himself as a veil for wiping sweat.

Working hard and earnestly...

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