Cotton-padded jacket tilted its head and looked at Siming blankly, looking like a little fool.
Siming pinched her little face, not knowing whether to laugh or cry: "What's wrong? Are you hungry or sleepy?"
Cotton Jacket tilted his head: "What are you looking for? I'll help you."
Siming was stunned that this girl actually offered to help.
I'm inexplicably moved.
"You let me eat delicious food."
Sima Ming...
It’s too early to be moved.
You little girl, all you care about is eating.
But it also reminds Siming that when it comes to finding people, he might really have to rely on others.
"Do you remember the three Yansu, Mutong, Jintie?"
The cotton-padded jacket showed a bewildered expression.
Siming was surprised: "You don't remember? Then how are you going to help me find someone?"
Cotton Jacket blinked: "Are they delicious?"
"Of course not."
After saying this, Siming paused, maybe it already is.
Cotton-padded jackets cannot analyze a person's psychology from his expression.
Mian'ao didn't know what Siming was thinking.
As soon as I heard Siming say no, I understood.
He shrugged his nose and looked at the long street, his five senses moving rapidly forward.
Everything here is delicious, you're not looking for something that's not delicious.
The serious little face suddenly smiled brightly: "Found it."
Siming was surprised and delighted: "Did you find it? Where is it?"
"Front."
With a pointing of his little paw, Si Ming looked over and saw only densely packed ghosts and an endless street.
After confirming again and again that the cotton-pian'ao was not fooling him, Si Ming patiently walked forward along the street.
As we walked, we bought all kinds of street food for Mian'ao.
Use ghost beads to buy, ghost beads are the common currency of Ghost Street.
But Sima Ming didn't have much, and he didn't know how long he had been walking, but he had spent most of it.
"How far is it?"
Sima Ming asked for the tenth time.
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