"Oh? I didn't expect that at such a young age, you've already learned to detect murderous intent? You know I won't eat you."
The young girl was a little surprised. She looked like a child, but was old enough to be anyone's ancestor.
Maybe his age is even longer than their family history.
The little girl in front of him was not as immortal as it was. She looked to be in her teens, and that was only about ten years old.
At this age, let alone killing someone, even killing a chicken would cause me to have nightmares of being chased by the chicken for five days.
How could anyone be so good at observing people's words and expressions?
respectable!
The little girl drooped her eyelids and said disdainfully:
"What's it to you? My brother asked me to stay here. Of course I'm not afraid."
"Hey, little brat! Your brother isn't here right now. Even if I beat you until you scream, he won't be able to hear a single word."
The young girl acted very well, waving the ballpoint pen on the table, pointing the tip of the pen at the little girl and suspending it in mid-air.
Because it has obtained most of the power of the scene, simply controlling a pen to float in the air is no problem at all.
However, the little girl was still not afraid.
He just looked at the little girl calmly.
"Hmm? You have Moon Fox syndrome, don't you know what fear is?"
"What is Moon Fox Syndrome?"
"It's just a joke, don't mind it."
Perhaps because the joke was too cool, the atmosphere suddenly became much quieter and neither the man nor the ghost spoke.
They just blinked and looked at each other.
After a long time, the little girl spoke first.
"Doctor, are you the only one who can treat my brother's injury?"
"Of course. Do you think anyone can magically bring back a corpse?"
"Then, can you cure my brother's illness?"
"That remains to be seen. I'm using the latest speech therapy technology, coupled with my most advanced and flexible mouth. I can only say that I'm doing my best."
“…”
The little girl curled her lips, thinking that the other person was as naughty as herself, and there was a hint of loneliness in her eyes.
"Then...when my brother recovers from his illness, will he still remember me?"
"Silly, how can you forget your sister just because you are well? You only forget when you are sick."
"It won't forget, it never has...but."
The little girl opened her eyes wide and said with tears in her eyes:
"You are its sister."
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