Chapter 9

"Cut, return the Heavenly Master, why don't you say you're an angel?" Ximen Qing whispered in a voice that can be heard in the whole room, "isn't she a Taoist nun with the lowest score in the whole village, who will deceive the new people."

Song Yunwu, with a black face, took a sword tied with copper money from under his skirt and said with gnashing teeth, "Ximen Qing, you say another word. Do you believe it if you lose your head?"

"EH - have something to say. Don't use weapons," Ximen Qing immediately hid behind Qin Yuyao, and the cushion on her chest was close to her back. "Oppose violence! We want harmony!"

Demons and ghosts make complaints about Qin Yuyao. She is not aware of her fears. She should be surprised. The house's ghosts and ghosts are horror at first sight. But after a while, she has only a lot of Tucao to go.

[what monsters are these?! who added the tease attribute? Am I dreaming?]

Song Yunwu finished his love affair with Ximen, and then looked at Qin Yuyao.

"It seems you haven't noticed."

"What, what?" Qin Yuyao was surprised. Although song Yunwu said she was human, she was still hesitant to believe it.

Song Yunwu said, "my rental information has been specially processed. Ordinary people can't see it. Since you can see it, it means that you are not ordinary, but you haven't found it yet."

"Ha?" Qin Yuyao was silly. "You mean... I'm not human?"

"Not like that," Song Yunwu said. "I mean, you may be a monster, an alien, or a normal human with super powers like me."

"Ah... You can't be a normal human anymore." Qin Yuyao subconsciously vomited a slot.

Song Yunwu was embarrassed and forced to change the topic: "in short, you don't have to be afraid. No one will hurt you here. In fact, I heard that you worked with Ximen Qing for a few days. Do you think she is the kind of aggressive monster? No, she is a salted fish at best, or the kind that has been pickled for thousands of years."

"But... But the knife on her back..." Qin Yuyao still hesitated.

"Oh, you say that," Simon Qing looked behind him. "I just accidentally fell in the kitchen and knocked over the knife holder. The knife fell and just inserted in. Someone didn't want to kill me."

"What are you doing in the kitchen so late?" Song Yunwu keenly found the blind spot. "Did you steal my tomatoes again?"

"No, it was Dai Mengzi." Simon Qing pointed to Damen Zi, who was still retching on the sofa, and resolutely sold a wave of teammates.

Song Yunwu was unmoved: "believe you, there will be a ghost. Wait for me!"

Simon Qing stuck out his tongue and said he was not afraid of power.

Qin Yuyao said again, "I was sleeping before and was awakened by a burst of cold."

"Oh, this must have been done by Xiaoguai," Simon Qing said. "When you didn't come, she liked to sneak into the house from your room. Today, you suddenly came in and closed the window. I guess she just wanted you to open a window."

Song Yunwu looked at the water stains on the floor and sneered, "this guy probably hid in the swimming pool for most of the day. He thought he wouldn't have to pay the rent?"

The little darling lying on the ground still pretends to be cool with his childish voice: "I don't have money."

"If you don't have money, you'll pay with meat!" Song Yunwu sneered. "Aren't you a wolf? Go and catch a wild boar or a blind bear. It's enough to cover your rent for a year."

"I, like a pigeon killer, I only kill."

"How many people have you killed?"

"... in the future, there will be."

"Alas ~ ~ ~" Song Yunwu sighed and said to Qin Yuyao, "look at this room, an alcoholic, a pupil and a bitch. It's not easy to come. You're a normal person who can eat with me. Don't go?"

With that, she also used the blinking technique she had sealed since she graduated from high school.

Before Qin Yuyao spoke, Ximen Qing behind her couldn't help saying, "you're so coquettish."

"Get out!"

Song Yunwu habitually wants to draw the cushion of Ximen love, but this time she has the shield of Qin Yuyao, so she can't help it.

But is it so easy for the charterer to meet each other?

"Simon Qing, you don't have to go to the kindergarten tomorrow Saturday. Then accompany me to the same person exhibition."

"Alas - I don't want to go out until I have a weekend! I'll be killed by the sun!" Simon Qing immediately cried bitterly.

However, song Yunwu was not moved at all: "this homography was originally created by the two of us. Don't you think it's decent? And you think you are qualified to refuse? Remember what I said when you stole my tomatoes last time?"

Simon Qing was shocked and said, "don't! It's easy to say anything else. Just raise the rent! I'll starve to death!"

"You're a zombie, dead wool."

XiMenqing whispered to Qin Yuyao, "see, this is the face of the capitalist. It's cruel for me to go out to participate in the Manzhan as a zombie."

Qin Yuyao: "..." she did not make complaints about that.

Song Yunwu said she was not normal. She might be a monster, which made her very confused. Before today, she thought that monsters were just legends. Now how can she accept such a sudden appearance? She doesn't have enough brains.

[if only milk alone could be used as a brain.] she really thought so.

Qin Yuyao didn't move away from Xiliang demon villa after all.

First, she felt that with her ability as an ordinary person, she could not escape by herself if she was entangled by monsters. If she angered monsters, it would be worse.

Second, because of song Yunwu's words, she thought what if it was true? What if you are a monster, an alien or a superpower? She wants to satisfy her curiosity.

Third, and most importantly... She has a big chest and a big heart. She thinks these monsters look harmless, and where can she find a villa with a monthly rent of 1000 and such good conditions?

The next morning, when she woke up and went downstairs, she found that only damenzi was still lying on the sofa. No one seemed to remember to carry her back to her room last night.

There was Simon Qing's blood on the kitchen floor. She took a few napkins and wiped them.

Wiping, wiping, she suddenly thought of a question... Will the monster have a big aunt?

With this idea, she subconsciously looked at the door on the sofa.

She seems to be a monster like white bone spirit. She has no flesh and blood. Should she... No?

No, it's amazing! I really want to open her bag to see if there are relevant supplies in it.

[what brand will monsters use?]

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