Maoshan Ghostbusters

The little monster smiled, "Auntie, how can you tell me that you are selfish? Who can be more selfish than you? In order to save your son, you would rather let the entire hospital be beaten."

The ugly girl was choked and couldn't say anything.

The little monster sneered, "So, don’t pretend to be a human being in front of me. No one is a saint, but I am even more so. Why should I tell the murderer to your human police? What benefits do you humans give me? Before he was born, he was premeditated to kill. Now it is your human nurse who has died. Does your human death have anything to do with me?"

The girl said, "My child, you are wrong to say that. Anyway, your mother is also human, and you are not at all related to humans."

The little monster smiled, "But my father is a fairy, I am the second generation of real fairy."

"However, your mother is always human."

The little monster angrily said, "This girl, you are really annoying. The death of your humans has nothing to do with me. Don't mention the deaths of those nurses to me. I don't want to listen." After speaking, his face sank. Continue to walk on the iron bed with hands behind his back.

The girl saw that the little monster's face was very bad, so she continued to persuade it, "Children, you should do something good. Think about it, as long as you are willing to tell the murderer, the police will avoid many detours in handling the case."

The little monster waved his hand impatiently, "Enough, don't say it again. I repeat, the nurse's death has nothing to do with me, and the police investigation has nothing to do with me. Since they must know who the real culprit is, let it They will check it hard."

The girl frowned, "My kid, what do you mean by that? You know who the murderer is, but you refuse to say it. You also said that the police will work hard to investigate. Your attitude is really irritating."

The little monster angrily said, "I said, it's none of my business. It's none of my business, and I don't have to worry about it, that's it. Okay, this topic ends, I don't want to answer anymore."

The little monster's tough attitude drew everyone's sorrow, but no one dared to say anything, because they knew that, after all, it was useless. The little monster would never tell who the murderer was.

At this time, the atmosphere in the morgue became tense again. Everyone looks at me, I look at you, and no one knows what to say.

The old man coughed and coughed, "My kid, I have a question for you."

The little monster immediately turned black and said sternly, "Don't ask me about the murderer."

"Relax, not asking the murderer."

Hearing that it was not asking the murderer, the little monster's face was slightly better, and even the corners of his mouth nodded upward.

"Well, if you are not asking the murderer, just ask."

The old man frowned, "Little friend, you call yourself the second generation of Xian, and you said that your father is Xian, so now, I am very curious about your father."

When the little monster heard such a question, the corners of his upwardly curved mouth drooped, and his slender eyes changed from the squinted state to a fierce look.

"Huh? Why are you curious about my father?"

"What kind of creature was your father before he became a fairy?"

Sure enough, it wasn't a question that made the little monster happy. It seemed that it suddenly sank its face just now, and it was prescient. Naturally, it would not be said in public that its father was a fox. Because the fox is a low-level creature, once it is said, it will be ridiculed by everyone. Although the little monster was young, he still had a lot of eyes that he should have. When he rolled his eyes, he let out a cold snort, "As for what kind of creature my father was before, are you qualified to ask?"

Although the old man was sweating profusely, he continued to ask, "But I am still very curious about your biological father. However, I see the child’s thin eyebrows and fine-eyed faces, presumably your father By no means an ordinary creature. By the way, your father wouldn't be a dragon, right?"

In fact, what the old man wanted to say in his heart was that this gadget was born with wicked eyebrows and a small pointed face, which looked like a little fox in every way. Even if I look down on it in my heart, I dare not offend it, so I pretend to praise it.

The girl was shocked, "Old man, what do you look like? You can look like a dragon if you look like a child? What kind of eyes do you have? From my point of view, it looks like a- —"

Before the young girl finished her words, she was immediately interrupted by the old man, "Girl, my old eyes are dim, and my eyes are not good. I didn't expect that your eyes are not as good as mine. You see this kid has long eyebrows and eyebrows. It's eyes, so happy. No matter how you look at it, it's a little dragon person."

The girl was so shocked that she couldn't close her mouth, and said to her heart what happened to the old man. This obviously refers to a deer as a horse. This child is obviously a fox face. Why do you call it a little dragon? I wanted to say a few more words, but found that the old man winked at her and motioned her not to say any more. So she nodded and closed her mouth.

After listening, the little monster laughed triumphantly, "Yes, yes, my father is a dragon, and I am a child born of the union of man and dragon. I am a little dragon person."

The old man’s words are naturally loved by little monsters. Everyone knows that dragons are like gods in the entire biological world. Even arrogant humans have to worship dragons. In ancient times, only emperors were qualified to wear ornaments. Clothes with a dragon pattern. Dragons do not know how many times higher than foxes. As for the fox, before it becomes a spirit, it is only the object of human hunting. The fur of the fox will be made into clothing and worn by humans, and the meat of the fox can be served on the table after being cooked and used as a human delicacy. How can the status of the fox be compared? Now, the old man says that the little monster is a little dragon, how can it not be happy to clap the little hand?

Seeing that the little monster's eyes were narrowed into two small crescents, the old man naturally understood that he was shooting a horse's ass. By the way, the old man didn't hold his fart, and his compliment was destined to be nothing good. After all, the little monster is still too tender, and he didn't expect that after the old man finished complimenting it, he would still have a back hand.

The old man coughed and coughed, "Children, the descendants of this dragon are all unique."

The little monster stopped smiling and was startled, "Oh? Are you talking about the little dragon person?"

"Yes, it's the little dragon man. But the descendants of dragons must have horns on their heads and tails behind them. Just like that song sings. But what about you? Neither horns nor tails. What's the matter? "

Only then did the little monster woke up. The old man turned out to be playing with it in a trick of holding and throwing back and forth. He couldn't help but angrily said, "Good old bastard, it's okay to play with me."

The five corpses present wanted to laugh but did not dare to laugh, so they had to purs their lips to watch the excitement.

The old man continued to pretend to be okay and laughed loudly, "My kid, you claim to be the offspring of a dragon, but you don't have any characteristics of a dragon in your body?"