infinite danger

Chapter 200 Don't You Miss Me

"The author of the crayon painting probably doesn't want to hear your comments." The eight-tailed cat clicked his tongue twice, mercilessly demolishing Ji Siwei's platform.

Ji Siwei smiled: "How could it be? My attitude is so sincere. I am the only one who appreciates his paintings in the entire castle. He should feel lucky."

The eight-tailed cat glanced at him, and concluded, "After you get smaller, you get worse."

Before Ji Siwei could speak, the little puppet stepped forward to protect the master: "Master is not bad!"

Ji Siwei was in a good mood, talking nonsense with the eight-tailed cat, with warm light on the corners of his eyes and eyebrows, and a hint of complacency in his eyes: "Listen, did you, when I was in school, I got three good students every year, and I posted a wall of awards to prove that I am a good person. "

The eight-tailed cat couldn't say it, but learned to change the subject: "What do you mean by what you said to them today? Did I have a memory erased?"

Eight-tailed cat pondered this question for a long time, but still couldn't figure it out, so he had to ask Ji Siwei.

"That's right, only the little puppet and I who entered the mirror remember that memory." Ji Siwei said: "At that time I asked you to meet me outside, did you forget it too?"

The eight-tailed cat shook his head, a little depressed: "I don't have any impression, but after listening to you, I have a feeling of deja vu."

The eight-tailed cat completely trusted Ji Siwei, and it knew that what he said must be true, so it was even more depressed.

Ji Siwei squatted down and stroked the eight-tailed cat's chin twice: "Do you want to go in and play?"

The green eyes were like fireflies in a summer night, lighting up little by little, and the eight-tailed cat said with certainty: "I want to!"

After thinking about it, it asked quietly again: "Are you planning to go in again?"

Ji Siwei glanced at the painting lazily, and smiled gently: "The crayon boy must be thinking about me very much, so he couldn't wait to set me as the goal for tonight. I understand his feelings, so..."

Ji Siwei stopped talking halfway through.

The eight-tailed cat understood the general idea, and waited for him to finish the second half of the sentence, but he really kept silent.

"What people are thinking about is how to kill you, okay?" The eight-tailed cat said angrily, "Also, so what, you said it! Don't you know that curiosity killed the cat?"

"So..." Ji Siwei lowered his voice mysteriously, then flicked the eight-tailed cat's ear: "You will find out later."

These few words aroused the curiosity of the eight-tailed cat, and it was so angry that it almost performed the eight-tailed one hundred and eight moves, scratching Ji Siwei into a big face.

The eight-tailed cat looked at Ji Siwei's face and withdrew its claws: "I don't care about you for the sake of your cuteness."

Ji Si rubbed its head critically, and pushed open the door: "I don't really like that you use the word 'cute' on me."

"Oh." The eight-tailed cat followed him leisurely: "For the sake of your pretty boy, I don't care about you."

Ji Siwei didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Speak well."

The eight-tailed cat is very much looking forward to the next night activities, and can't wait to ask: "What are you going to do now?"

Ji Siwei: "I read less than half of the book last time, and I plan to continue reading."

The eight-tailed cat jumped up to the highest floor of the museum shelf and looked down at him: "That's it??"

"Don't worry, it's still early." Ji Siwei took the book and sat on the sofa. Seeing that the eight-tailed cat was out of his mind, he thoughtfully suggested to it: "Why don't you catch mice to pass the time?"

"This god is a demon! Eight-tailed cat demon!" The eight-tailed cat raised its tail, and its hair exploded: "You actually asked this god to catch mice. Do you think this god is Tom?"

Ji Siwei said appreciatively: "I also know about Tom Cat, really knowledgeable."

"...Is this the point?" The eight-tailed cat felt tired, and came down from the height, curled up next to Ji Siwei, and entered the sage mode: "I am exhausted, call me when you have a plan."

Ji Siwei stopped teasing it, and said slowly, "Let's rest."

When it was approaching midnight, Ji Siwei had almost finished reading the book in his hand. He put the book away carefully and wanted to touch the ears of the eight-tailed cat.

Before touching it, the eight-tailed cat suddenly twitched its ears, and opened its eyes with a jolt.

Ji Siwei chuckled, and put his palm on its back: "It's almost time, let's go play something interesting."

The eight-tailed cat woke up in an instant, and washed its face with its paws very carefully: "I have been looking forward to it for a long time."

"Little puppet, you stay here tonight." Ji Siwei had already thought about it: "The dungeon mechanism may change. I'm not [-]% sure this time. I need you as my backup."

"The little puppet also wants to play with the master..." The little puppet puffed its cheeks, but soon relieved: "But the little puppet obeys the master's orders."

"Really sensible." Ji Siwei stretched out his fist to the puppet: "I'm very relieved that there is a puppet guarding outside."

The little puppet touched him with a clenched fist, blinked its big black eyes and said, "The little puppet is happy!"

"One, one, one..." A strange child's voice sounded in the corridor, the tone changed from low to high, and at first glance it seemed to be singing a sad song.

"It's here." Ji Siwei greeted the eight-tailed cat and walked to the bronze mirror together.

The little puppet was not willing to follow behind them, and turned around uneasily.

The ghost in the mirror just woke up, and just sat up from the bed when he saw a little boy in a shirt and tie and a big black cat standing outside the mirror.

Seeing the knife in the little boy's hand, the ghost screamed, bounced off the bed, and half-clung to the wall like a mutant gecko.

This ghost is a new face, but it seems to be more timid.

"I'm going in." Ji Siwei smiled very politely, and stepped into the mirror with a relaxed posture as if he was going home.

As soon as Ji Siwei entered the mirror, the ghost felt a real sense of oppression. It made a fierce look and wanted to struggle for a while, but its weak legs betrayed it.

It's a failure to make a ghost like this.

Don't ghosts need training for employment now?

Ji Siwei shook his head regretfully, hooked his finger at the ghost: "Come here."

The ghost can't wait to connect his whole body to the wall seamlessly, pretending that he is a real gecko.It shook its head frantically, indicating that it didn't want to go there.

Ji Siwei hooked his fingers again, raised his phoenix eyes, and repeated: "You come here on your own initiative, or wait for me to catch you?"

Listening to this terrible line, the eight-tailed cat couldn't help laughing-this little Huya, he's so damn overbearing.

The ghost was in a dilemma, and roared unbearably, and then...

Weak and helpless, he walked up to Ji Siwei.

It is impossible to resist, you can only endure humiliation and live like this.

Ji Siwei nodded in satisfaction and untied his tie. The blood mist was released from his palm and evenly wrapped around the tie. He used the special tie as handcuffs and tied the ghost to the end of the bed.

As long as the ghost does not run out of the mirror, this "one for one" is not considered a success, and Crayon Boy must return to the mirror world again.

Ji Siwei stuck to the mirror and listened to the movement outside.

The rustling sound of the crayon against the door had stopped.

The little crayon boy has already noticed the abnormality.

Ji Siwei raised the corners of his lips, stretched his left hand forward, and aimed his palm at the mirror. The deep red blood mist took the palm as the center and quickly encroached on the smooth mirror.

"Be quiet." Ji Siwei lightly threatened the ghost, and left the room with the eight-tailed cat.

Before leaving, he sealed the door with blood mist.

Eight-tailed cat: "With all due respect, your behavior is very similar to that of a friend of mine. It also marks it with a special object on its body wherever it goes, commonly known as enclosure."

Ji Siwei had an intuition that there was nothing good to say about it, but it was too late to interrupt.

"That friend of mine is a 300-year-old husband dog." The eight-tailed cat was stunned: "But the dog pen site is used..."

With eyes closed, Ji Siwei looked lightly at the eight-tailed cat.

The eight-tailed cat pouted its nose, chewed and swallowed the remaining word.

Ji Si asked coldly: "What kind of territory does the cat use?"

"Ahem..." The eight-tailed cat quickened his pace: "Of course our high-cultivation monsters are using monster energy. What's going on in your little head?"

Ji Siwei chuckled, pretending to be surprised and asked, "Really?"

The eight-tailed cat straightened its back and said stiffly, "Of course."

The two argued all the way, and soon came to the room of the little crayon boy. In the mirror world, his room had no disguise.

Ji Siwei held the doorknob and let out a little breath: "Hayao, are you ready?"

Eight tails nodded: "Yeah!"

Ji Siwei glanced at the eight-tailed cat hugging his thigh: "Since you are ready, then you should get off me, how can I get away like this."

"...Oh." The eight-tailed cat jumped off the ground, pressed its two front paws on the ground, raised its tail, and looked alert.

The breath here made it feel uneasy, it was the first time it smelled this breath in the castle, it was dark and depressing.

Ji Siwei was very relaxed, like visiting an old friend, he opened the door calmly and turned on the lights familiarly.

The lights in this room were still malfunctioning, flickering non-stop, Ji Siwei's eyes were dazzled by the light reflected from the mirror, and he squinted uncomfortably.

The little crayon boy just came back from the mirror, still holding a few crayons in his hand, he crushed all the crayons when he saw Ji Siwei, and said angrily, "Why did you take the initiative to come in again?"

Hearing the word "you", Ji Siwei knew that the crayon boy had not been formatted by the copy, and he had all the memories.

Ji Siwei took the time to look at the little crayon boy, and found that the blood on his body was even bigger, and the blood was all under his feet, and he was bleeding even when he was standing still, making a slight "tick" sound.

Ji Siwei smiled at him without hesitation, showing his canine teeth: "Aren't you thinking about me? I'll take the initiative to come in and show you."

"Who misses you??" The crayon boy's face was covered by a bandage, but there were so many unbelievable eyes that could overflow.

The eight-tailed cat gloated, if the little boy could swear, he would scold Ji Siwei for not Bilian.

However, Bilian's tiger teeth are pretty cute without it.

"Maybe it's because I'm looking at Huya with a fatherly filter." The eight-tailed cat reflected on itself, and put the uneasy emotions behind the cat.