Chapter 1009: No matter what misfortune, I carry it for you

Xia Anlan laughed out loud: "This is a good idea, it's not early, go and rest."
Yan Qingsi nodded: "Then I'm gone, I'll take a rest early."
When she walked outside, she was a little relieved, and then she asked, "Well, if ... I'm in trouble, my grandparents will punish me, you will help me."
She knows that Grandpa still likes Mrs. You very much. She packs Mrs. You like that. Grandpa knows that she will definitely teach her.
Xia Anlan understood it instantly, and smiled, "Go, no matter what trouble you do, I will carry it for you, and go to sleep."
Yan Qingsi left with peace of mind. There was a brace to support her. It was useless for her grandfather to speak!
......
The game slept for two hours. He didn't sleep very well. It was raining outside the window. The rain was very dense. The sound of the sound of the window was awakened.
"No, you still have to check it out."
How did he believe that Yan Qingsi was that demon? There was no truth in her mouth, he even believed it.
Madan, how can he be so stupid!
The game limped to Mrs. You's room. When she pushed the door, she felt a cold wind blowing first, and the room was extremely cold.
He paused the game, turned on the lights, saw the curtains shaking, and the wind blew up. He shook his head and opened the window.
The game called: "Mom ..."
No one responded, and the game called a few more times. I found that there was no one on the bed, the quilt was well, there was no trace of sleep, there was no one in the bathroom, and there were nowhere to hide in the closet.
The game was wondering, what about people?
Where can Yan Qingsi hide people, she can't get rid of them.
Damn it?
The game quickly shook his head, no, no, where can Yan Qingsi divide the body? A big living person will never say to chop and chop.
Suddenly, when the game heard that there seemed to be movement in the window, he turned his head and was horrified. Shouldn't Yan Qingsi really drop his mother?
The game hurriedly ran across the leg, brushed open the curtains, and saw two cloth strips across the window sill. He followed the cloth strips and found that one end of the room was on the leg of the bed.
The game suddenly felt unpleasant, and my heart was stunned, and my head stretched out the window. The rain immediately swept over, wet my face, and was very cold.
But what made the game even more shocking was that on the other end of the rope, hanging underneath ... it's fucking!
The game shuddered and scolded: "I rely on ... this woman, a beast than a monster!"
This is to play with the dead. She didn't tell the fuck, but this is just too horrible. This method is not more merciful than the second uncle.
The game hurried his mother up, and he was also indebted to him. If it was later, the rope torn by the sheets would be broken.
The game wasted the boss's strength and dragged Mrs. You up. She pulled out the stuffed cloth in her mouth, and then opened the rope for her sister.
Mrs. You's body was soaked, frozen and stiff, she could hardly move.
Hanging underneath for nearly three hours, the fear of falling down and falling at any time has always shrouded his head, the fear that made Madam You feel ashamed like never before.
She was so humiliated by a useless hair girl.
The game is now plastered on one leg. Normally, the road is difficult. There is no way to hug his mother on the bed, and he will just take down the quilt and wrap it around Mrs. You.