Demonic School Grass: Demon is a Girl

One, replacing the adoptive mother in the eyes of the little girl.

It is not difficult to forge a building similar to Wu Meng's residence.

It's just that even a re-like human skin mask needs a suitable face.

Finding two at once...it's quite rare.

The little girl should have run into another place where "Wu Meng" lived by chance, so she witnessed the murder scene that she deliberately played for the little girl.

Or……

I want to pass it on to her through the little girl in front of her.

But before the plan could be implemented, the girl in front of her sneaked out.

If it really happened that I was hit by her...

Sorry, she really doesn't believe it.

Except that those people were so stupid that the plan had not been implemented yet, but he let the little girl out and put it on her only path...

The only possibility is that someone is helping her behind her back.

Lowering his eyes, he glanced at Wu Yin, who looked cheerful on the side.

How many hidden identities does this girl have?

Just relying on this appearance... the identity it represents is not simple.

Is it the first fortune-teller of the Ni tribe?

If this is the case, then even if the little girl is picked up by Nan Ditian, she will not be able to escape the fate of being hunted down and robbed.

divination prophecy...

This ability is really not very attractive.

Bo Liang's eyes suddenly flickered, Qiang Mo raised his hand and rubbed Wu Yin's hair, put the latter on the sofa, got up and picked up the phone beside him.

Fingers as slender as jade broadcast a string of numbers quickly and casually.

"Beep...beep..."

It didn't take long for the phone to be connected, and a woman's voice rang in the boy's ear, which could not hide his charm.

"Hey...um...don't...you, who are you looking for?"

Qiang Mo listened to the voice on the other side, was silent for a moment, took the phone from his ear, and glanced at the name on it.

She...is right.

Putting the phone back to his ear, the woman's voice sounded again:

"Hello? Are you still there? Go away! No, sorry, didn't tell you."

When Qiang Mo listened to the coquettish voice, he felt disgusted.

After a rare moment of hesitation, after thinking about it for a while, the indifferent voice was as cold as ever:

"Sorry... to interrupt, hello, goodbye."

After he finished speaking, he hung up immediately.

He looked at the communication records on the phone lightly.

The look is somewhat indescribable.

Wasn't she calling from Nan Ditian?

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On the other side, the woman looked at the phone that had been hung up in her hand and threw it to the side happily.

Glancing dully at the man working in the office.

God, is this work done by humans?

Tell her a beautiful girl to say those... those...

Ask her to say that even if the chief doesn't want others to disturb him, he doesn't need to use this method, right?

She is about to hate the guy who published the chief's newsletter now.

It’s okay to call, just don’t answer, the key is to call with perseverance.

Forced to come up with this once and for all method.

He was quiet, but he suffered for the beautiful green flower in the army.

As soon as Nan Ditian looked up, he saw the woman outside complaining.

There was a slight uneasiness in his eyes.

The best major in his empire, shouldn't hold him against him because of this...?

not necessarily...

After saying that, even I am not sure.

Walking out of the office, Nan Ditian coughed, and his deep tone made people feel subconsciously majestic.