Chu Yan stood with his arms folded, his eyes changed from surprise to scrutiny.
The little ghost cut, holding his cute little head, and said with an air of expression: "Don't underestimate people, oh no, don't underestimate ghosts, I am the most powerful ghost under the master, what are those evil ghosts? Not enough for my meal."
"Ghost general?" Chu Yan asked.
The kid hurriedly covered his mouth, blinked his eyes and said: "Aima, I missed my mouth—"
"You make it clear, what does the ghost mean? What is your master?" Chu Yan forced.
The kid's originally delicate brows were raised, and his face showed an unpleasant look: "Don't be disrespectful to the master."
With this anger of the little devil, the room was full of gloomy winds, and Chu Yan shivered from the cold, and his goose bumps all stood up.
Bai Zhi hurriedly stood in front of the little ghost, blocking the line of sight between it and Chu Yan: "Well, he didn't mean that, don't do business."
As soon as the kid saw Bai Zhi's face, all his anger disappeared, and the innocent and cute smile appeared on his face again: "Well, listen to my sister."
"Don't pay attention to him, let's continue making parcels, and it will be almost done."
One year old and one student walked to the computer desk, leaving Chu Yan with his cold lips purplish.
"Chu Yan, it's cold in the room. Go out first." Bai Zhi looked back at him, feeling distressed.
Chu Yan wanted to step forward and pull her: "Aren't you cold? Come with me and let it stay in the house by itself."
Bai Zhi waved his hand: "I'm not cold, I've gotten used to it. Go and prepare some more biscuits, and I will put them on in a while." She blinked at Chu Yan and motioned to him to be obedient. Don't anger the little devil again, otherwise It will be colder.
If it were a person, he had a hundred ways to deal with him, but the little guy in front of him was a ghost without a body, and he couldn't hold it at all. . .
"Well, you will come out when you are done." But after a while, his cold teeth began to tremble.
It's no wonder that Bai Zhi kept burrowing into his arms before, and the skin on his body was cold, it turned out that it was this little devil who harmed him.
The parcel was ready, and before loading things, she asked the kid what his name was.
"Zhou Tiantian." Saying his own name, Tiantian's face appeared low.
I haven't pronounced this name for many years, and I almost forgot that I used to be called Zhou Tiantian.
After writing down the name and birthday, Bai Zhi took Zhou Tiantian out of the room, and filled the biscuits that Chu Yan had placed on the table with other snacks.
"Is this all right?" Bai Zhi asked.
Zhou Tiantian shook his head: "Of course not. You have to put it in the postbox. If there is a bad guy, you will pick it up, and then they will send it over."
"Postbox? The postbox that sent the letter?"
Zhou Tiantian nodded: "Well, that's the post box, which connects the Yin and Yang worlds. Not only people use it, but the underworld also uses it to receive and send things."
This is really strange, how could she have thought of such a thing if she hadn't said it personally every day.
While it was still early, Bai Zhi planned to go out every day to send parcels.
Chu Yan pulled out a coat and put it on, insisting on going out with her.
In the midsummer afternoon, it was too hot to make people dare to go out, but Chu Yan wore a winter coat to go out.
I don't know how many eyes stared at him along the way.
"It's a pity, I'm so handsome, I'm afraid I'm a fool!"
"A fool also knows about heat, maybe it's sick!"
"You see his lips are blue, he must be sick!"
Listening to the comments of passers-by, Chu Yan wanted to choke the little devil around him to death.