Chapter 665: Little psionic assistant, soft and cute, and can eat (10)
The eyes were extremely sincere, "It's just a symbolic etiquette, and it's nothing."
"...Is that so?"
The two old men were skeptical.
But the cute little girl in front of them gave them a feeling that they couldn't bear to doubt.
The frowning brows are always a little looser.
After a while, Wu Chen turned around again and walked downstairs slowly.
He returned to the sofa in the living room, picked up the black backpack, and fumbled for a while.
Later, I took out two brass bracelets with mysterious and complicated patterns from my backpack.
"If you can, please also ask the two of you to wear this bracelet before going to bed tonight."
He handed the bracelet to the old Murong couple and continued to add, "My assistant and I will be guarding outside. If the two of you hear any movement or the sound of singing, please don't go out, okay? "
"what……"
The old couple hesitated.
In the end, he took the bracelets and put them on his hands directly in front of Wu Chen.
He nodded solemnly and said, "Mr. Wu, we will cooperate with your investigation! Please also find out this matter quickly...otherwise, I really won't be able to sustain it!"
"I will."
Wu Chen curled the corners of his lips lightly.
This was the first time Xiang Xing saw him smile.
Although the arc of laughter is not very big.
However, it inexplicably gives people a power of peace of mind and trust.
As if he was there, any monsters, ghosts, and snakes would have to hold them, and they would not dare to approach them rashly.
The two old people obviously felt the same way, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and smile amiably.
"Then, we will wait for your performance, Mr."
...
The two returned to the car parked in front of the villa.
Before sitting in, Xiang Xing saw Wu Chen took out another compass engraved with the Chinese zodiac from his backpack and placed it at the front of the car.
Pointing the handle of the spoon in the direction of Fang Qiao's villa, he leaned back in the chair and closed his eyes to rest.
Seeing Xiang Xing confused, he couldn't help asking in a low voice, "Is this all right?"
How did she feel that he seemed to have done nothing.
Thinking about it, the little guy couldn't help but curl his lips secretly.
I thought I could come to a thrilling ghost house for a night tour tonight...
"I'm not the kind of psychic who likes to stun snakes. I can't give you a night tour of the thrilling ghost house."
The next door spoke abruptly, and Xiang Xing almost fell into the car with the burger he just picked up in his hand.
Immediately, his eyes widened, and he stared blankly at the man whose eyes were still closed and his complexion was as calm as water.
I was shocked.
How does he know what she is thinking?
Mind reading is not so accurate, right? Not bad even the words...
Forget it, anyway, the psychic is a kind of unconscious existence.
After thinking about it, the little guy shrugged and continued to eat her burger.
...
The waiting night is not long.
Xiang Xing wiped out another golden arch barrel one after another, and it was only 11:45 midnight.
The compass hasn't moved at all.
The man beside him hadn't said a word since just now.
It's so quiet that you can't even hear the sound of breathing. If you don't know, you will think that she is sitting next to her...then what.
The little guy yawned lazily for the twentieth time, rubbing the already moist soft eyes.
The more I stay, the more bored I feel.