Yan Zhixu just walked to the door.

Before she could step in, a hurried figure came out and slammed into her.

She lowered her head and saw the little dumpling who had bumped into her, the rebelliousness in her eyes subsided, and her eyes softened.

"Zelin."

She squatted down, raised her hand and just wanted to rub the little dumpling\'s head, and asked him if he pretended to be in pain.

"Snapped--"

Nan Zelin raised his hand, and without any hesitation, slapped her hand away.

His eyes were cruel, cruel, and gloomy, not like a six-year-old child.

He glanced coldly at Yan Zhixu, who was looking at him, and his voice was cold, "Don\'t touch me with your dirty hands."

She was still just a child, but the wave was so powerful that the back of her hand was red.

Yan Zhixu lowered his head and glanced at his hands, raised his eyebrows, but there was no trace of anger in his eyes, "Oh? Dirty hands?"

The description of the little dumpling is really not cute at all. Although these hands are not as flawless as Dean Fu\'s, they have nothing to do with the word dirty.

Nan Zelin retorted calmly, "Isn\'t it?"

The disgust in his eyes was as thick as ink, and he seemed to want the person in front of him to disappear.

The corner of his mouth evoked a cold arc, "You dare to come to the old house, your courage is worthy of praise."

But it\'s also really dead.

wrong.

Not right!

She remembered clearly that Zelin\'s little dumpling used to be very optimistic and cheerful.

He always likes to pester her cousin, making a fuss about asking her to play with him.

But now there is a gloomy aura lingering around him. The most important thing is that the suffocation and suffocation in his body are too strong, which is not something that can appear in a child.

Yan Zhixu\'s brows were furrowed, the bottom of his eyes was serious, and he looked at the small dumpling in front of him.

Who is not afraid of the wild | ghost who dares to act as a demon in front of auntie?

But after looking around, I didn\'t find any clues. It didn\'t seem like he was possessed by something dirty or affected his sanity.

Yan Zhixu stood up and casually leaned against the door in a condescending posture.

"Courageous? Little guy, should I say thank you for your compliment?"

That kidnapping seemed to have done a lot of damage to the little cousin.

He went from a soft and cute glutinous rice dumpling to a black-hearted cotton.

At a young age, she was extremely dark-bellied, and her character was gloomy and cruel. She was completely a petite.

"..."

Seeing her action, the maliciousness in Nan Zelin\'s eyes flickered for a moment, but this slight shaking quickly dissipated into nothing.

"Thank me? Huh...I don\'t think you will have such naive and childish thoughts any time soon."

He lowered his head, his expression gloomy and unpredictable, "You say, if something happens to me, and there are three advantages and two disadvantages, will my grandparents choose to trust you or my grandson?"

The expression in Yan Zhixu\'s eyes moved slightly, and the doubtful thoughts in his heart became firmer.

Before giving her too much time to react, Nan Zelin raised his head and showed her a strange smile.

Under the sunlight, the gloomy smile carries endless haze, even strong light cannot dispel it.

He opened his mouth and said to her silently: Da, Ming, Xing, you are finished.

After speaking, Nan Zelin suddenly retreated.

He completely ignored the steps behind him, as if he was not afraid of death, and fell backwards.

She looked crazy, she didn\'t know how to live or die, as if she was possessed by a demon, and she was going to drag the woman in front of her to **** no matter what.