The little ghost looked at this "Imperial Hotel" weakly, and looked at Zhao Yu again: "Is this the 'exciting residence' you said?"

The little ghost has reason to question because the excellent residence described by Zhao Yu, the "Imperial Hotel", is just a cemetery for the dead.

There is a huge cave entrance with a sacrificial hall, a side room and a storage room. Further inside, it is a memorial hall, and the last one is the place where the coffin is parked. It can be seen that the deceased must have achieved great success during his lifetime, and the size of the tomb is different from that of ordinary people. Moreover, this unique funeral method is also different from that of ordinary people.

However, no matter how great the cemetery is, it is still a cemetery. What can I boast about? Is it the Imperial Hotel? How can Zhao Yu talk nonsense? Is there any credible words in this mouth?

Zhao Yu said calmly, "Although someone has moved in first, I think we can not interfere with each other, and he will most likely not object to our stay here."

The little ghost was cold and hungry, tired and painful, and he had no intention of complaining at this time, so he could only say weakly: "Is it such an adversity? Do you like to describe the appearance of heaven on earth? I feel so painful, let me down first."

"Oh, OK." Zhao Yu said: "I have to check the bones for you again. If there is any misalignment, I have to adjust them again. Is it okay?"

The little devil rolled his eyes: "It's up to you, it's not the first time anyway."

Zhao Yu smiled: "But before that, we have to find a way to make a fire, otherwise our clothes will be so wet. If we freeze tonight, we will both have a high fever tomorrow."

Zhao Yu found some broken wood in the tomb. Because the entrance of the tomb is a large part of the canyon, the tomb inside the tomb is still very dry, but the storm outside often blew in a cold wind, which made the two people tremble.

Zhao Yu lit the fire with the ignition device in his belt. It was in a very good position and the wind could not dissipate. Instead, because of the fire, it could withstand the invasion of external cold airflow. In just over a dozen minutes, a stream of heat rose inside the tomb chamber.

Zhao Yu walked to the memorial hall and said, "Mr. Zhao Dabao, I'm sorry to disturb you for rest, but I see that your tomb has been around for a long time. It's a place where birds don't poop. It's probably not anyone has come to chat with you for many years. This time I came in a hurry and didn't bring anything, so we'll just stay for a night. Don't blame me, don't blame me. Next time I come, I will bring a filial piety to you. Please forgive me."

After Zhao Yu finished speaking, he bowed three times, then walked back, found a large pile of hay in the tomb, spreading it in a corner, facing the place where the hot air flow from the fire flowed in, and then lay on the haystack with the little ghost in his arms.

The little kid felt that Zhao Yu was really good at this person. Haha, Fei He, indeed, has the ability. He could settle down so quickly here and stay for one night. He is really brave. If it were an ordinary person, he would rather be frozen outside for a night than make the idea of ​​this ancient tomb.

Like Zhao Yu, the little ghost has no taboos and no fear of such things. He has long been indifferent to life and death when he walks around the world all year round. People, life and death are actually just that. Who can guarantee that they will not have that day?

As for the deceased, I feel sorry for being awe and respectful to the dead. But when it comes to fear, there is no such thing as a little devil. If it were Liang Yiling, it would be a miracle not to mention sleeping, not to mention the fact that she dared to close her eyes.

Zhao Yu re-adjusted the bones for the little ghost again, and indeed a little misaligned, and then walked out.

The little ghost was confused. She was soaked by the heavy rain just now. Her cold teeth were fighting. She was hiding in the side room. The heat was gradually coming. She was really tired and sleepy and fell asleep in a daze.

But this kind of sleep is absolutely uncomfortable, she has a fever. She fell asleep in a daze, feeling very sad, dizzy, and weak limbs.

Zhao Yu was alone outside, not sure what he was busy with.

I don’t know how long it took, but the little ghost was confused and felt someone taking off her clothes. She couldn’t even open her eyes and had no energy to think. She fell asleep again in a daze.

It was not until the next day that the little ghost woke up in a daze.

The little ghost felt that she had another good dream later, confused, warm, comfortable and warm. She slowly opened her eyes, stretched her arms, yawned, and then suddenly remembered that she had slept in a dead cemetery for the whole night last night.

The little ghost sat up all of a sudden, and the haystack under his butt was still emitting a stream of heat, and his butt and thighs felt so warm. However, the clothes he was wearing were not his own at all.

"ah--!"

The little kid found that his clothes and pants had all changed, as if they were Zhao Yu's clothes! He quickly looked at it, and sure enough, his underwear had disappeared, so he was wearing Zhao Yu's clothes in a vacuum.

"A thief, pervert, a big bad guy who can't take advantage of it for a minute! I...I, I, I...ah, where are people?" The little ghost blushed, and he was so angry that he thought to himself: When you come back, I will slap you to death with one palm, so that you can save you from going out to ruin my reputation in the future. Death thief.

But, oh, this haystack is really warm and comfortable, I really don’t want to get up anymore. Yes, I still can’t get up anymore, I’m so warm.

Just as he thought of this, someone came in outside. As soon as Zhao Yu came in, he smiled and said, "Oh, I woke up! How did you sleep last night?"

There was a pillar blocking it, and the little ghost didn't see anyone, only heard him talking to him loudly in the outer room.

The little ghost said in a cold voice: "Zhao Yu, what are I wearing?"

Zhao Yu over there didn't reply for a few seconds, and for a long time: "Clothes."

"Oh, whose clothes are you?"

"mine."

The little ghost's nostrils spurted a breath: "So, why am I wearing your clothes?"

"Uh... your clothes are soaked. If you wear them, you will definitely have a fever."

At this time, Zhao Yu turned in from behind the pillar, and the little ghost opened his eyes in an instant.

She never expected that Zhao Yu would be so unrestrained. Under this deserted and deserted canyon, Zhao Yu really had a perfect intimate contact with nature.

Zhao Yu was naked all over, wearing only a pair of underwear, his snow-white thighs and upper body were exposed, and he didn't feel embarrassed at all, as if he was really a savage.

"I'm wearing your clothes, you... don't wear clothes..." The little ghost stammered: "What the hell are you going to do?"
Chapter completed!