Chapter 1122 Tang

"Is this important?" Mu Zening asked.

She thought about it seriously, and said, "It's not important, but with a name, it feels more like a person."

After that, resentment appeared on his face, "The old man has always called me a good girl, he is so rustic."

Most people who raise little ghosts call their own ghosts sons or daughters. If they raise them carefully, they will choose names deliberately, but the old man she talks about obviously makes money by selling little ghosts, so naturally they don't bother to choose names.

Mu Zening thought for a while and asked her, "What do you want to be called?"

The woman pouted: "Of course you choose the name, what's the point of me choosing it myself?"

Mu Zening smiled lightly, didn't say anything, put away the contouring powder, and went to the bathroom.

He washed his hands carefully, and when he came out again, he found that the living room was empty.

Mu Zening stood there silently for a long time, then came to the dining table, opened the lunch Mu Ling brought, and ate without saying a word.

His ghost is becoming more and more rebellious...

If it weren't for its special liking for women's bodies, I'm afraid he would become its ration sooner or later.

Mu Zening was thinking about something on his mind, and after lunch without realizing it, he felt a little lack of energy, so he went to sleep in the upstairs room.

This sleep lasted until evening, the sun was slanting westward, and the dark room was as cool as water.

Mu Zening opened his eyes, and saw an eight or nine-year-old girl squatting beside the bed, her face was dirty, her fingers were pawing at the edge of his bed, and she was staring at him without blinking.

Mu Zening frowned, "Where did you come from?"

"I picked it up on the side of the road," the little girl smiled. "It's very suitable, right? Good kid, it will last for a long time."

Mu Zening was a little helpless, and sat up from the bed with his forehead supported. The little girl also stood up. Her clothes were ragged, and even her hair was gray and messy. It seemed that she had found a little beggar.

"Go and wash it." Mu Zening said helplessly.

She pulled off her knotted hair and murmured, "It doesn't seem easy."

After thinking for a while, Mu Zening led her to the bathroom, used scissors to cut off the long hair that hadn't been done all year round, and then helped her take a bath and wash her hair.

The little girl's body was very slender and thin, she was as malnourished as a bean sprout, and her skin was not as tender as her peers, but a little rough.

But her eyes were beautiful, black and bright, and radiant.

Mu Zening supported her to stand in front of the mirror, momentarily stunned.

She frowned at him and said, "I know you like someone who looks like her, but it's hard to find. I still think children are more suitable for me..."

"No need, that's it." Mu Zening put the towel on her body, and walked out of the bathroom calmly.

She hurriedly chased it out, standing on the floor with bare feet, her thin body wrapped in a large bath towel.

"Hey, give me a name." She repeated the old saying.

Mu Zening turned back to look at her, pondered for a long time, and said, "Call Tangtang."

She asked, "How to write it?"

"Come here, I'll teach you how to write."

Mu Zening led her to the study room, held hands and taught her to write: "Zi Li still retains the love from the day before yesterday, and Tang Yin still grows old branches."

She was quite impatient: "Why are there so many?"

Mu Zening was stunned for a moment, then came back to his senses, threw the piece of paper aside, and wrote a very neat word "Tang".

She picked up the paper in a good mood and said, "I want to learn to write!"

Mu Zening gave her a pen and paper, and let her do as she pleases. This ghost has the same temperament as a naughty boy. He has to do what he wants to do. If he can't control it, he doesn't bother to do it.

Learning to write is better than going out to find a substitute.

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