Chapter 748 It Can't Be Human



Chapter 748 It can't be a human

The mustache quickly flattered him: "Boss, that's a good idea!"

...

After eating and drinking, the woman began to arrange accommodation for everyone. The two boys slept in the living room, Luo Fang and Li Qian slept in the guest room on the first floor, and Fang Ye and Ye Yarong lived in Song Mutica's room.

The two boys looked envious, but after hearing that Fang Ye volunteered to sleep on the floor, they felt more balanced. After

taking a shower, Fang Ye felt refreshed. He lay on the floor with his little baby, who had also been washed white. Just when he wanted to check if there was any signal on his phone, Ye Yarong, who was emitting the fragrance of shower gel, dived into his quilt.

"What are you doing?" Fang Ye was startled by her and sat up quickly.

"Sleep together, you promised me before." Ye Yarong, who was wearing pink pajamas, said with a smile.

"Don't give me that, our relationship isn't that good yet." Fang Ye said seriously, "Hurry up and go to bed, what if Song Muticha comes in and sees you?"

Ye Yarong pouted and said, "I won't go. I have homophobia and can't sleep with other girls!"

Fang Ye didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Homophobia? Do you think I'm a three-year-old kid? How can there be such a disease in the world?"

Ye Yarong argued confidently: "Just because you haven't heard of it doesn't mean it doesn't exist. There are so many difficult and complicated diseases in this world. Do you know them all?"

"Okay, okay, are you sure you can't sleep with a girl?"

"Yes, I can't!"

"Okay, I'm afraid of you, so I'll give you this floor, and I'll go to the bed and squeeze in with Song Muticha, okay?" Fang Ye stood up and lay down on the bed!

This indecent move stunned Ye Yarong. Just when she was furious and wanted to curse, the door was suddenly pushed open.

Song Mutica changed into a beautiful traditional long dress, which fully highlighted her devilish figure. Her watery hair was draped over her shoulders. With her very distinctive pretty face, her radiant appearance stunned the two people in the room.

Even women can hardly resist the temptation of this exotic style, let alone a hot-blooded man!

"Fang Ye, you two...what's going on?" After seeing that the place where the two slept was not right, Song Mutica was also a little confused.

Fang Ye said seriously, "Oh, that's what happened. Xiaorong said she had that disease... Oh, it's called homophobia. She said she couldn't sleep with girls, so I had to take a loss and squeeze in with you."

After hearing this, Ye Yarong gnashed her teeth in hatred. No wonder this guy didn't want to sleep with me. It turned out that he was greedy for her beauty!

Song Mutica was slightly stunned, and her pretty face immediately blushed: "This... This doesn't seem good, right?"

Hahahaha, you were so proud, but now you're rejected, right?

Ye Yarong's face lit up immediately, and when she was about to express her opinion, Fang Ye suddenly asked, "What's wrong with it?"

Song Mutica replied, "Fang Ye, you let a girl sleep alone on the floor, of course it's not good."

Fang Ye spread his hands, "Then what do you say we should do?"

"I think we should let her sleep on the bed, and then the two of us...it's better for us to sleep on the floor together." After Song Mutica said this, she was so embarrassed that she couldn't even raise her head.

Fang Ye felt itchy after hearing this, and Ye Yarong almost vomited blood...

The little mustache man quickly flattered him: "Boss, that's a good idea!"

...

After eating and drinking, the woman began to arrange accommodation for everyone. The two boys slept in the living room, Luo Fang and Li Qian slept in the guest room on the first floor, and Fang Ye and Ye Yarong lived in Song Mutica's private room.

The two boys looked envious, but after hearing that Fang Ye volunteered to sleep on the floor, they felt more balanced.

After taking a shower, Fang Ye felt refreshed. He lay on the floor holding the little dragon who had also been washed white. Just when he wanted to check if there was any signal on his mobile phone, Ye Yarong, who was emitting the fragrance of shower gel, dived into his quilt.

"What are you doing?" Fang Ye was startled by her and sat up quickly.

"Sleep together, you promised me before." Ye Yarong, who was wearing pink pajamas, said with a smile.

"Don't give me that, our relationship isn't that good yet." Fang Ye said seriously, "Hurry up and go to bed, what if Song Muticha comes in and sees you?"

Ye Yarong pouted and said, "I won't go. I have homophobia and can't sleep with other girls!"

Fang Ye didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Homophobia? Do you think I'm a three-year-old kid? How can there be such a disease in the world?"

Ye Yarong argued confidently: "Just because you haven't heard of it doesn't mean it doesn't exist. There are so many difficult and complicated diseases in this world. Do you know them all?"

"Okay, okay, are you sure you can't sleep with a girl?"

"Yes, I can't!"

"Okay, I'm afraid of you, so I'll give you this floor, and I'll go to the bed and squeeze in with Song Muticha, okay?" Fang Ye stood up and lay down on the bed!

This indecent move stunned Ye Yarong. Just when she was furious and wanted to curse, the door was suddenly pushed open.

Song Mutica changed into a beautiful traditional long dress, which fully highlighted her devilish figure. Her watery hair was draped over her shoulders. With her very distinctive pretty face, her radiant appearance stunned the two people in the room.

Even women can hardly resist the temptation of this exotic style, let alone a hot-blooded man!

"Fang Ye, you two...what's going on?" After seeing that the place where the two slept was not right, Song Mutica was also a little confused.

Fang Ye said seriously: "Oh, that's it, Xiaorong said she has that disease... Oh, it's called homophobia. She said she can't sleep with girls, so I had to take a loss and squeeze in with you." After hearing

this, Ye Yarong gnashed her teeth in hatred. No wonder this guy refused to sleep with me. It turned out that he was greedy for her beauty!

Song Mutica was slightly stunned, and her pretty face immediately blushed: "This... this doesn't seem good, right?"

Hahaha, you are so proud, but now you are rejected, right?

Ye Yarong's face lit up immediately. When she was about to express her opinion, Fang Ye suddenly asked: "What's wrong with it?"

Song Mutica replied: "Fang Ye, you let a girl sleep alone on the ground, of course it's not good."

Fang Ye spread his hands: "Then what do you say we should do?"

"I think we should let her sleep on the bed, and then the two of us...it would be better for us to sleep on the floor together." After saying this, Song Mutica was so embarrassed that she couldn't even raise her head.

Fang Ye felt itchy after hearing this, and Ye Yarong almost vomited blood...

"Your idea is good, let's do this!"

Fang Ye then lay back on the floor again. Ye Yarong's face turned red and white, and she suddenly stood up and hugged Song Mutica: "Sister, I've decided, let's sleep in bed together!"

Song Mutica asked in confusion: "Ah? Don't you have homophobia?"

Ye Yarong said hatefully: "Don't worry, this disease has been completely suppressed by my anger, and it will definitely not break out tonight."

"So that's the case, okay then..." Song Mutica said with a strange look on her face.

She blew out the oil lamp, and after the three of them went back to sleep, Ye Yarong, who was still angry, suddenly asked, "Sister, can I ask you a question?"

"What question?"

"Are there really many...many immortal ancestors in the attic of this house?"

"Yes." Song Mutica did not hide the truth from her, "Although I have never been there, I know there are at least twenty of them."

Twenty? Wouldn't that mean the whole house is full of them!

Although Ye Yarong's face turned pale with fear, she continued to ask, "Aren't you afraid to live with your ancestors?"

"I'm not afraid once I get used to it." Song Muticha smiled bitterly, "To be honest, although I have lived here for a while, I have nightmares almost every night. That's why I went out to work. I just want to earn more money to pay off my debts, and then buy a house outside and take my mother out to live with me. This place is really not suitable for me."

"That's true. Unless you are a native villager, who wouldn't you be afraid to hug?" Ye Yarong seemed to have found a reason for her cowardice.

Unexpectedly, Song Mutica immediately broke the story, saying, "That's not the case. Some white people are content with the environment here, and they even asked to visit the attic, and even ran out at night on purpose, and then..." "

They couldn't come back." Fang Ye said, "White people are generally brave, and they have almost no fear of death. This is also the main reason for the relatively small population."

Ye Yarong's face suddenly turned pale: "Fang Ye, do you think the face in the photo I took before is the ghost of a white person?"

"I don't know, maybe." Fang Ye said lazily, "It's a pity that the village chief doesn't allow us to move the tree, otherwise I really want to pry off some bark to see what's inside."

Song Mutica was also scared now: "Absolutely not, that will bring you a big disaster, and this disaster will also affect all the villagers!"

"Hehe, I'm just talking, don't be afraid." Fang Ye smiled embarrassedly and quickly changed the subject, "By the way, where is Master Chacha's home?"

"It's near the village chief's house. I'll take you there tomorrow morning." Song Mutica said.

"Okay, let's go to bed first."

Thump thump thump...

Just when the three were about to rest, there was a chaotic sound of footsteps outside the window!

The sound was very close, as if it was just outside the courtyard wall, so Fang Ye sat up immediately, and the trembling Ye Yarong hid in the back nest in fear, hugging Song Muticha's willow waist tightly.

"It seems that someone is walking outside?" Fang Ye asked.

Song Muticha shook his head, and then whispered: "It can't be a person, sleep peacefully."

After hearing this, Ye Yarong trembled even more...


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