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Hu Tao sat on the bouncy bomb with Fang Qiu, telling her about the interesting things that happened that day.

In the afternoon, two not-so-bright-looking groups of tomb raiders came to Wangsheng Hall and asked Hu Tao if it was true that tomb raiding would shorten one's lifespan, as mentioned by Han Lingsha's uncle in "Chinese Paladin 2".

Because when Hu Tao bought the book, it was already noon, and she was still reading the plot of Nu Luo Yan. The plot of the Ghost Realm was still far away, and these two actually spoiled it for her!

Furthermore, since these two were members of the treasure-hunting gang, Hu Tao insisted that it was true.

The two members of the treasure-hunting team were so frightened that their faces turned ashen. They hurriedly asked Hu Tao how much longer they had left to live.

Hu Tao glanced at them and said, "Ten."

The two groups of treasure hunters looked even uglier and asked her if it had been ten years.

Hu Tao didn't answer, but silently said, "Nine."

The two groups of treasure hunters quickly asked her what she meant.

She silently counted again and said, "Eight."

Then the two groups of thieves were stunned for a moment before they understood, and one of them was so frightened that he started crying.

Then she just smiled and said, "Crying counts as time too, five..."

So the two groups of thieves could only wait in despair as she finished counting.

As it turned out, after she finished counting, the two of them found that they were not dead at all. Nothing had happened except that the fat man was so frightened by Hu Tao's sinister look that his legs trembled and he collapsed to the ground.

She told the two groups of thieves that she was only counting down the time it would take to boil the water, and now that she was done, she was going to make tea.

"Those two guys thought I was counting down their days to the end."

Hu Tao said with a smile.

After hearing this, Fang Qiu couldn't help but laugh, her body shaking with laughter.

This is so interesting.

The two chatted for a long time, and Fang Qiu's mood improved considerably.

The night grew deeper.

Tingyu gracefully returned to her cat bed and lay down to sleep. Sanmi also climbed onto the cat tree, wanting to enter Tingyu's cat bed, but Tingyu refused to let her in.

"Hu Tao... I can't stay here and sleep with you tonight... I'm still a little scared."

Fang Qiu asked tentatively.

She was dragged to the pastry shop run by Mondstadt people to read early this morning by Gan Yu and Ke Qing, so she didn't get much sleep at all.

In addition, after relaxing from a tense state of mind, drowsiness kept creeping in.

However, she definitely wouldn't dare to sleep alone; she'd probably go back to her trembling state very soon.

Even though that ghost was just a child, a ghost is still a ghost, and you should still be afraid of it...

She was terrified even watching horror movies in her past life, let alone seeing a real ghost...

However, on the other hand, which other transmigrator wasn't incredibly cool and awesome?

I was actually scared to tears by a little devil.

This is a disgrace to time travelers.

Fortunately, only Hu Tao knew about this. If others found out, her future reputation as the Ice Goddess would be forever shrouded in the shadow of being scared by ghosts.

"Yes, don't worry, I'm here."

Hu Tao smiled and nodded, then said.

She was already worried about Fang Qiu sleeping alone.

After washing up, they returned to the bedside.

Then Fang Qiu began to hesitate.

If it were before, she would have worn the nightgown that Sister Ying'er gave her.

But... the problem is that the nightgown is torn...

The bra was tightly bound to the smallest size possible; with her figure, it simply wouldn't fit.

However, it's very uncomfortable to sleep in clothes.

In the end, Fang Qiu chose to only take off her outer clothes and sleep in her inner lining.

After all, it would be really strange to sleep with a walnut while wearing a bellyband.

When they went to sleep, Fang Qiu slept on the inside of the bed, and Hu Tao slept on the outside of the bed, placing the hat of the head of the Wangsheng Hall on the desk.

The homa is placed at the head of the bed.

One side is a wall, and the other side is walnuts.

I feel very safe.

After all, if she accidentally sticks her hand or foot out the window while sleeping in bed, she would probably be so frightened that she would be wide awake.

After all, many ghost movies from my past life were portrayed this way.

While the victim was sleeping, her foot accidentally dangled off the edge of the bed, and she suddenly felt someone grab her calf.

So she picked up her phone, turned on the flashlight, and slowly stuck her head out from under the bed. She looked down and saw a pair of eyes staring at her strangely.

There's a ghost under the bed!

There's even a joke circulating online that says, "Humans have their laws, and ghosts have their rules."

Ghosts cannot cross the boundaries of the bed to harm people.

Of course, most of these are probably nonsense; the key issue is still the sense of security.

Fang Qiu did not turn off the light. After Hu Tao fell asleep, she wrapped herself tightly in the quilt and curled up towards Hu Tao. Hu Tao also lay on her side, her pretty face facing Fang Qiu.

Because the bed was small, the two people were very close together.

She was so close that she could smell the fragrance of plum blossoms and lilies on Walnut, with a hint of orange.

Fang Qiu's face turned slightly red.

This was the first time she had ever slept in the same bed with Hu Tao while she was sober.

There was a strange emotion in my heart.

I want to get a little closer to the walnut.

Just a little closer.

Hmm... I'm a little scared from a distance.

So she pretended to move her body forward naturally and subtly.

Hu Tao's face turned even redder, her pretty face flushed with an alluring blush, and she dared not look directly into Fang Qiu's eyes, so she could only look away.

So close!

Up close, one could clearly see Fang Qiu's almost flawless skin, her delicate rosy lips, her slender neck and exquisite collarbone, and then there were her high, perky breasts that her inner clothing could not completely conceal.

Just imagine how spectacular it would be if Fang Qiu were wearing a bellyband.

She felt Fang Qiu's slightly hot breath gently on her pretty face.

Hu Tao felt her face burning even hotter.

They didn't go to sleep immediately, but instead lay in bed chatting for a while longer.

After chatting for a while, Fang Qiu felt extremely sleepy.

"Hu Tao, I can't stay awake any longer, I'm going to sleep now, you should go to sleep early too."

She gently rubbed her slightly droopy eyes, her voice a little dazed and confused, and said.

"Okay, go to sleep."

Hu Tao nodded slightly and said.

After receiving a response from Hu Tao, Fang Qiu gently closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

Before long, Fang Qiu's breathing gradually calmed down, and he had obviously fallen asleep.

Seeing that Fang Qiu was gradually falling asleep, Hu Tao closed her eyes and fell asleep along with Fang Qiu.

Inside the room, Sanmi also crawled into Tingyu's cat bed. Tingyu's resistance was futile, so she had no choice but to move to the side to make room for Sanmi.

Outside the window, the moonlight was like water.

Liyue Harbor was serene, and the moonlight was perfect.

A gentle sea breeze was blowing, reflecting the shimmering surface of Liyue Harbor.

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P.S.: This is a book by a friend.

Am I the target of the female ghosts' conquest?

Chapter 207 The Wind of Freedom

Night deepened.

The moonlight casts dappled shadows, and the night is hazy and dreamlike.

At this moment, in a room on the second floor of the Rebirth Hall.

Zhong Li sat at his desk, and the book open on the desk in front of him was "The Legend of Sword and Fairy 2".

Under the dim light, the pages of the book appeared slightly yellowed.

The pages of the book are filled with text.

The story has ended.

"Life is but a fleeting dream, youth fades and old age passes in the blink of an eye. Only the way of Heaven remains constant, endlessly cycling, never changing."

Zhongli read the book to himself. Standing in front of the cliff, Murong Ziying, with his white hair behind Liu Mengli, looked down at the clouds below Qingluan Peak and said those words. His expression was slightly moved.