Retirement Tiandao Online Poverty Alleviation

"..." He Yan looked back and forth between the heirloom on the pink Hello Kitty and the rainy ghost outside the door, and understood for the first time what torment of conscience is.

The relationship between ghosts and ghosts is just like that between people, a good skin can always bring different kind of preferential treatment.

Mr. "Ghost" stood quietly outside the dessert shop, huddled under the narrow eaves.The cold wind slanted the rain, which wet the evil spirit's long hair and clothes.

Through the glass window stained with water droplets, He Yan happened to see the chin of the evil spirit looking up at the rain, the perfect jawline dripping rainwater, the cold and damp seemed to penetrate his skin and penetrate into his bones.

The evil spirit had seen enough rain and lowered his head.The eyelashes are long and drooping, riding the raindrops like a rain curtain.His robes were splashed with mud and weeds, and the ghost looked miserable.

This doesn't look like an evil ghost demanding his life at all, He Yan felt that his heart was hit instantly, and even felt that he was the bastard who occupied the magpie's nest!

He Yan took a deep breath, pinched the clothes at his heart and questioned himself in the letter: How could such a poor person be exposed to the rain!He just wanted to see his former home!Are the eight honors and eight disgraces all for nothing, Comrade He Yan?

Immediately afterwards, with the blessing of eight honors and eight shames, the string of copper coins on Hello Kitty was ruthlessly torn off.

"crunch-"

The glass door opened, and the sound of rain and humidity entered the room.

The spells and formations were completely silent, not even a single ray of light came out.

He Yan raised his head and asked, "Well...do you want to come in?"

The evil spirit raised his eyes, looked at the head protruding slightly from the glass door, and nodded silently.He Yan didn't know how long he had been exposed to the rain outside, but the water from his long hair and clothes had already accumulated a small puddle at the door.

"I'll get you a towel." He Yan said.

"No need." The evil ghost said, the rain on his body was already clean, and even the dust on the corner of his clothes disappeared without a trace.

"..."

Seeing his dull face, the evil ghost kindly explained: "The Dust Whisk Art, it's a very simple spell."

He Yan withdrew his gaze, raised his head, took a deep breath and showed a standard smile: "A little question, are you cold?"

"I don't feel cold."

"Isn't it uncomfortable to be wet?"

"It's not hard."

"Are you standing in the rain because it's fun to rain?"

"It's really interesting."

He Yan bent his eyes, politely pushed open the glass door, and pushed the evil ghost out: "Go get your rain on!"

He Yan: I'm so stupid, really.