Chapter 8: It turned out to be buried in the soil, what's the look?
"The two senior sisters are students this year, aren't they?"
A sound full of righteousness sounded from the front of the two of them.
He was stunned and quickly looked up. The bridge was empty, not even a figure.
Audit hallucination?
She rubbed her ears, snatched Ke Miaomiao with her arm, and asked in a low voice: "Ke Ke, did you hear any sound just now?"
Ke Miaomiao nodded, glanced around, and subconsciously grabbed the corner of her clothes, "I heard it, it seemed that someone was asking us."
"Where is...people?"
Ke Miaomiao's eyelids twitched, and she smiled and shrank back, "I don't know either. I think there shouldn't be a ghost when I come to the Shanhai Academy, right?"
The pretty apricot eye glared and poked her angrily, "I see your promiscuity. I don't know that you think you are a mouse and have such a timid."
Ke Miaomiao weakly retorted: "Our clan is not very brave."
"Is there any more to pay attention to you?" He pretended to pinch her face again.
"I'm wrong I'm wrong."
"Two seniors, I'm here."
The previous voice sounded again, interrupting the conversation between the two.
The cute little face was solemn, and he looked around carefully, without any movement for a while, and then bowed respectfully, "I don't know which senior is here? Shu Jiao's pretty eyes are clumsy, and he didn't notice it."
The soft and soft voice spread out loud, alarming the tits on the weeping willows under the bridge and also disturbing the spring water.
...
"Qiaoqiao, let's go first? I see that this bridge is weird."
Jiaoqiao thought for a while, nodded, and just took a few steps, she suddenly heard an extremely shrill scream: "Stop!"
She was startled and quickly withdrew her feet. She looked closely and found that there was a villain on the ground.
But the size of a palm is the same as a braid on the head, with limbs and a red bellyband, looking white, tender and cute.
Jiaoqiao was about to ask, the little man with red belly jumped around on the bridge, poking his hand aggrievedly, "Two seniors, I have been shouting for a long time, why don't you pay attention to me?"
Its facial features are delicate, white and tender, and its two chubby little feet are stomping on the ground, not to mention how cute it is.
Jiaoqing squatted down and tried to look at it in a straight line. After working hard for a long time, she finally gave up this idea.
The little man with a red belly band is too short, but the size of a palm, like a little potato.
She thought about it, picked it up from the ground, and grabbed its little braid with a smile, "Little guy, are you a potato sour? Why are you so small?"
The little man with red belly band suddenly burst out and stomped on the palm of her hand twice, "Who is potatoes making a sperm? Who is potatoes making a sperm?"
It has a small body and weak strength. It doesn't hurt at all when it steps on it. Instead, it feels itchy.
Jiaoqiao became interested and asked with a smile: "What are you?"
The little man with red belly band pinched his waist and raised his little head proudly, "Listen, I'm a ginseng doll that I'm a rare ginseng doll in a thousand years."
After saying that, it glanced at her with great smugness, as if waiting for her various shocked and surprised reactions.
It took a long time, without any movement.
The little man with red belly band looked at her quietly with a puzzled look on his face and said confusedly: "Are you... not going to say something?"
Cute: "Oh..."
The little man with a red belly band wrinkled his nose and leaned forward with her palm, "What are you?"
He snorted gently, reached out and pinched its small body, "It turned out that it was buried in the soil, why are you so arrogant?"
Little man with red belly band: "..."
Chapter completed!