Wake Up, Stop Dreaming [Quick Transmigration]

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    "How could they!"

    Zhao Jingya fell on the sofa, her eyes afraid to look directly at the jar in front, let alone the ghost with its teeth and claws inside.

    She was frightened and panicked. Zuo Yan was a little surprised. This subconscious remark was interesting.

    Even the mother didn’t recognize the puzzle-like face, let alone she only glanced at it.

    Besides, how did Si Jia know that this girl's surname was Zhao?

    "What is this..." Zhao Jingya held the table to calm her emotions, her fingers turning white.

    He Bao said next to him: "This thing is called a ghoul, that is, it killed the classmates in your school, and also ate their souls. Look at the patches on the face, five, one is quite a lot."

    Zhao Jingya From the corner of his eyes he caught a glimpse of him knocking the jar over and slapped it over, "Don't come here!" The

    jar rolled on the ground twice, hitting the corner of the table and finally stopped at her feet.

    "Ah!! Save me!"

    This girl is really a stubborn talent not to sing the soprano.

    Only then did Zuo Yan discover his weakness, his hands were short, and he wanted to cover his ears and couldn't reach.

    One of his hands landed on his ears, and with just a slight movement, the sound outside was completely isolated.

    He Bao picked up the jar, and Zhao Jingya finally became quieter, but she was also very frightened.

    There was a moment of silence in the room. Si Jia grabbed the red panda's hair and touched the little guy with his slender fingers.

    Zuo Yan struggled from time to time and caught him tickling his flesh. Suddenly the two of them paused. Si Jia shook his hands and continued to pull his hair.

    Zuo Yan: ...Don't think I didn't see you just pulled me down.

    He Bao looked at the people in the room, scratched his chin, and surreptitiously picked up the cell phone that the red panda had forgotten to be on the side. When he saw that the account number was still on, his eyes lit up.

    Zhao Jingya was silent for a long time before she said in a hoarse voice, "What do you know..."

    "If I did, you would have no chance."

    Zhao Jingya didn't say a word, and Si Jia chuckled indifferently. , In this silent room, the clarity is abnormal.

    "The ghoul has a clear purpose for killing people. You are his last target. Everything in the world has a cause and a result. Student Zhao, what do you think of."

    Zhao Jingya was said by him, her hands trembled and her eyes were shaking. Dodging these people watching.

    "I... don't know what you're talking about!"

    This guilty conscience and excessive panic, it is obvious that there is a problem.

    Si Jia said, "There is a resident singer named Su Yimo in the Gravity Bar. Do you know him?"

    "No...I don't know."

    He Baotou said without replying, "The bartender in the bar. I already know you."