Open the door and send warmth to the community!

The cold hairs on Bai Miao's back suddenly exploded one by one, feeling bad.

With a loud "bang", the child's head hit the wall beside him and fell to the ground again.

Bai Miao took a few steps back, staring warily at the head of the child turning around on the ground, frowning.

what happened?The eyes of this head were obviously still black before, but this time the bulging eyes glowed ominously red, and they grinned and growled at him, obviously extremely aggressive.

He snorted coldly, these monsters really couldn't hide at all, didn't they show their fangs.

In the next moment, the child's head bounced suddenly, and he opened his mouthful of fangs and rushed towards Bai Miao!

There was a fishy wind pavement, just as Bai Miao was about to back away from the desk, he caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye.

His figure froze suddenly and stopped abruptly.

I saw the headless body of the child's head crawling in through the window at some point, hiding behind the desks and chairs in the studio.

It lay down on the ground like a lizard, raising its sharp claws to block his way.

Bai Miao clicked his tongue, picked up a book as thick as a brick from the bookshelf beside him, and placed it in front of the child's head.

The rushing child bit the brick book tightly with its sharp teeth, biting a row of small holes in the hardcover cover of the brick book.

Bai Miao flicked it vigorously, and threw the head of the child who was biting the brick book out.

The child smashed his head on the bookshelf, screamed, and a pile of books followed the child's head and smashed down.

The headless body instantly seemed to be pricked by a needle. It twisted wildly and rushed towards the head of the child under the weight of the heavy book, flipping over a table, chairs and painting utensils.

Bai Miao took the opportunity to run out of the studio, taking time to glance at the dark blue brick book that was bitten in his hand.

Hey, "The Essentials of Marxist Philosophy".

Marxism bless me.

He rushed towards the door, and just as he was about to hold the doorknob, a gust of wind whizzed at the back of his head!

Bai Miao turned his head sharply, and with a bang and bang, a black shadow rubbed against his shoulder with a foul wind, and slammed on the door.

The child's head gurgled down the gate and fell to the ground, growling and grinning at him.

Bai Miao stopped abruptly, turned around and saw a headless body crawling out of the studio, carrying books and scrolls that rolled down in a mess.

Tsk, double-sided.

Bai Miao took a few steps back and leaned against the wall, vaguely noticing that the picture scroll rolling on the ground looked familiar, and could not help frowning.

Just as he was looking intently, there was a "click" as he stepped on something.

He looked down and found that there was a black photo frame that had been knocked down and smashed under his feet.

The headless body twisted and crawled out like a lizard, bringing out more scattered books, and the picture scroll was also pulled out, faintly revealing the dots of red plums on it.

Bai Miao's hand holding the brick book tightened forcefully.

The child's head roared, and it opened its mouthful of sharp teeth. Together with its headless body, it rushed towards the motionless Bai Miao by the wall!

There was a loud bang!

The dark blue spine of Essentials of Marxist Philosophy is in close contact with the face of the child's head.

The child's head flew out and hit the wall with a "bang".

The headless body with fangs and claws was kicked over by Bai Miao's long legs, and Gu Lulu rolled around a few times, and was trampled on the back by a foot, unable to move.

The headless body flapped its arms desperately, trying to scratch Bai Miao's leg with its backhand.

However, Bai Miao stood at a rather tricky angle, and the short hands with the headless body couldn't reach it at all.

The child shook his head, roared again and charged forward, about to bite him with his sharp teeth.

Without raising his head, Bai Miao casually picked up the mahogany sword on the shelf and swiped it with his backhand, sending the child's head flying out.

He just stepped on the headless body with one foot, "Marxist Philosophy Essentials" in one hand, and a mahogany sword in the other. He opened his hands like playing tennis, and kept hitting the heads of the children who rushed up.

After more than a dozen hits, the child's head fell off the wall once again, and he lay motionless on the ground as if stunned by a beating, with his eyes staring straight.

Bai Miao let out a sigh of relief, twisted her wrist, and raised her chin towards the child's head: "Come on."

The child stayed with his head tilted on the ground for a moment, and his bruised little face suddenly wrinkled.

Tears flowed from his wide-open red eyes, and he burst into tears.

Bai Miao:?

He stepped lightly, and saw that the headless body became transparent, crawled through his feet to the child's head, hugged the crying head and curled up into a ball.

Bai Miao: "..."

Why does this perpetrator look more pitiful than him?

Bai Miao looked coldly at the head and headless body of the crying child curled up together, making sure that it had no intention of attacking for the time being, then put down the brick book, turned around and carefully picked up the broken black photo frame and scroll that fell on the ground.

He shook off the broken glass in the photo frame, took out the photo of him and the old man inside, and patted the dust rolling on the scroll.

Seeing that there was no damage on the painting, he breathed a sigh of relief, and carefully put away the photo and scroll.

After putting away the photos and scrolls, the children in the hall were still curled up with their headless bodies, crying loudly.

Bai Miao got a headache from being quarreled by it, and Tao Mujian pointed at it and said coldly: "You want to cry, get out and cry."

The child's head and headless body didn't respond to his words, and they still curled up and cried together.

Bai Miao raised the mahogany sword.

The headless body was frightened by him and retreated again and again, hugging its head and crouching in the corner, continuing to howl.

The headless child cried miserably, the headless body kept shaking, the bean-sized eyeballs rolled down like money, and the whole face was flushed from crying.

Mixed with his originally bruised face, it hurts his eyes even more.

Bai Miao was silent for a moment, wanted to throw it out but couldn't do anything, turned around irritably, picked up the blue mint candy that came with the takeaway, and threw it at the child's head.

"Don't cry, it's too noisy."

The blue mints passed through the headless body and fell to the ground.

The headless body was still curled up and trembling, holding his head tightly in a defensive posture.

The crying still didn't stop.

Bai Miao looked at it, sighed deeply, picked up the key and planned to go out to find Director Ao and the others to solve this problem.

"……Do not beat me……"

Bai Miao paused, looked back, and found that the headless kid was crying and began to mutter.

"It hurts... Mom..."

"Don't hit me... Mom... don't hit me... I'm going home..."

Bai Miao looked at the headless kid coldly, and said, "Shut up, I'll let the neighborhood committee take you to find your mother."

The headless imp trembled all over, and suddenly rushed towards Bai Miao again!

Bai Miao, who had already turned around, was startled, and turned around to avoid the sharp claws of the headless body, and slammed down the mahogany sword in his hand.

With a "snap", the headless body was pulled down again.

The child jumped over with his head bouncing up and down, crying and choking: "Don't...the neighborhood committee...please, don't want the neighborhood committee..."

The headless body doesn't even need the head, even with the mahogany sword pointed against the shoulder, it still struggles to reach out and grab Bai Miao's trousers.

With a "Zi La", Bai Miao's trousers were pierced several holes by sharp claws.

Bai Miao: "..."

He poked the headless body with the mahogany sword: "Let go."

The headless body refused to let go, Bai Miao raised the mahogany sword, the headless body flinched immediately, and reluctantly let go.

"Don't want the neighborhood committee? Then you go by yourself?"

The head and face of the child who was tilted to one side wrinkled again, and tears fell from the red eyes one by one: "I can't find it...don't hit me...Mom...Mom..."

Bai Miao frowned: "I'm not your mother, and I can't help you find your mother."

The child's head froze, and he raised his head, staring at him blankly with red eyes.

I don't know if it's Bai Miao's illusion, but the red light in those eyes seems to have faded a bit.

After a while, the headless child slowly stretched out his hand and murmured, "...hug me."

"……what?"

Bai Miao suspected that she had heard wrong.

The headless child looked at him earnestly, and insisted on stretching out his hand: "Please... hug me..."

What kind of nonsense is this talking about?

Bai Miao was speechless, and pinched her brows: "I'd better find someone from the neighborhood committee..."

"Hold me...I'll go..." The headless child hugged his legs again in fright, and poked a few holes in his pants.

"..."

Bai Miao tried to lift her foot, but found that the headless ghost was hugging him very tightly.

He couldn't help but feel a huge sense of absurdity.

If he hadn't sensed its attacking intention, he would have blown it away long ago.

hug?Still don't hug?

Thoughts were struggling fiercely, after a while Bai Miao still spoke with difficulty: "Let go, if you don't attack again, I will... hug you."

The child's head nodded wildly.

Bai Miao stared at the headless imp for a moment, then slowly squatted down hesitantly.

The headless imp held his head, his red eyes fixedly looked up at Bai Miao, and stretched out his hand full of sharp nails to Bai Miao.

Bai Miao closed her eyes, and stretched out her hand like a strong man breaking his wrist.

Suddenly, with a "huh", a gust of wind suddenly blew up in the living room.

The wind instantly blew up Bai Miao's clothes, messed up his hair, and covered his sight.

Between the fluttering strands of hair in front of him, a pale hand passed over his outstretched hand without a sound, and grabbed the headless kid's blue and purple head.

The slender five fingers snapped together like pinching a balloon, crushing the headless kid's head with a "bang".