[MTL, BL] Run With The Ball in an Escape Game (Unlimited Streaming)

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Jing Huan was sitting on the balcony of the paper house. He summoned a beautiful brown solid wood square table, an upholstered chair, and a row of lush potted plants. He arranged the balcony beautifully, and then called out a Set of purple sand tea set.

He hummed two notes happily, gracefully raised his hand and picked up the purple clay teapot, pouring out the bubbling ice cola from it.

He picked up the teacup and took a sip, feeling the cold and irritating liquid running down his throat. He was really happy when he recalled Ying Mutian's almost green face when he left the dungeon.

A thick black mist slowly appeared around Jing Huan, becoming more and more dense, slowly showing the shape of a small baby.

"Hee hee." The

chilling laughter sounded on the balcony, causing the surrounding temperature to drop several degrees. Ordinary people would probably immediately tremble their legs when they saw such a scene.

Jing Huan's good mood was not affected at all, and he even smiled.

"Mengmeng, are you happy too?"

He put down the teacup and stretched out his hand, the black yin entangled his fingers, and the shadow of the little baby floated over, hugging his hand and rubbing it attached.

"Good boy." Jing Huan stretched out his fingers and touched the baby's head, in exchange for a more pleasant "giggling" laughter.

As the gestation time got longer and longer, his daughter could gradually drift away from her body. During the dungeon, Jing Huan would not let her out. The unborn ghost fetus, like the real fetus, was the most wanted material by some outsiders, and had many special uses. It is also a great tonic for ghosts.

Although her own child can be hanged for a small role even if she is not born, Jing Huan still doesn't want her to be in danger.

Mengmeng fluttered left and right in the air, and looked curiously in front of the teacup Jing Huan had just sipped.

Jing Huan smiled softly: "Want to drink? Don't drink this kid."

As he was talking, Mengmeng, who was still a black shadow, grinned.

This scene is extremely frightening, probably the position of the black shadow's head opened a gap, the sharp two rows of white teeth are directly exposed, and the black basin bites the whole teacup with a big mouth.

"Hey, no." Jing Huan quickly took the teacup away, Mengmeng bit the air, closed her mouth and turned her head towards her father's position.

"Hey." She let out a pitiful cry.

Jing Huan was helpless, stretched out his fingers and touched her head, and said, "Well, next time you meet your father, you can sneakily bite him." The

ghost king's body is full of yin, which is absolutely perfect...Baby milk powder.

"Hey!" Mengmeng called out happily, and was about to rub against her father when a voice suddenly sounded outside the window.

"Ah! It's a boss! I've been looking for you for a long time!"

Mengmeng instantly turned into an afterimage and got into Jing Huan's body, disappearing.

"This child is a little shy." Jing Huan murmured worriedly, got up to look for the source of the sound, and saw Song Tong excitedly waving on a path below the balcony.

His dormitory is somewhat similar to a single small bungalow. Looking out from the balcony, you can see countless similar houses spread on the flat ground with no visible edge.