My Fairy Fiancee

"Thank you."

Oh, it's different with this little stool. It's easier to get out of bed. My waist and legs don't hurt anymore...

Well, the expression on Zhao Yi's face finally settled on that thankful smile, and his stiff neck slowly turned to the left again.

Well, it's still the familiar red skirt, the familiar long black hair, and the pale and cold arms...

Zhao Yi just saw half of it and slowly turned his head back. The smile on his face slowly disappeared and turned into a look of wanting to cry but not having tears.

He slapped himself on the forehead and said, "Tell me, what else do you want me to do before you let me go."

He kept this action and waited for more than ten seconds, but didn't hear any reply. He looked into the eyes again, and saw that the red skirt ghost had turned around, and the whole figure began to fade slowly.

Is she... leaving?

In the end, the red skirt figure faded to the extreme and disappeared into the air.

Zhao Yi was stunned for a long time again. After a long time, he dared to stand up slowly. He reached out and touched the place where the red skirt disappeared, and found that he could not touch anything.

It seems that it is really a ghost.

"Ding Ding Ding Dong..."

"Fuck!"

Zhao Yi was frightened by the ringing of his factory version of the mobile phone, and his weak body almost fell to the ground again.

He did not rush to answer the phone, but looked around the room. He did not see the red skirt again, and then carefully put his hands together in front of his chest and whispered: "That... Ghost sister, answer the phone, don't kill me..."

One second... Two seconds...

After ten seconds, no one responded to him.

Zhao Yi then reached out to touch the phone, and said carefully while reaching out: "If you don't speak, I will take it as your consent. Don't come out and kill me suddenly..."

After waiting for another five seconds, Zhao Yi found that no one responded, and then he clicked the answer button of the phone.

"Fuck! Lao Zhao! Come! Come!"

As soon as the answer button was pressed, Zhao Yi was not scared by the ghost but was stunned by the roar of the explosion in the phone. He almost threw the phone away.

"Lao Zhao! Are you listening!"

"Level 10 alarm! Level 10 alarm! Come quickly..."

"I can't stand it! My little heart is about to jump out! Whoosh! Whoosh! Lao Zhao, come, come..."

The speaker of the mobile phone was almost pierced by the sound. Zhao Yi could clearly hear from the sound that these were his three funny roommates.

Three people yelling at one phone call.

I don't know what interesting thing happened to make these three guys so excited.

"Okay, okay, stop arguing!"

Zhao Yi scolded them while looking around the room in a cowardly manner. After confirming that the ghost did not appear again, he said again: "What happened?"

"Hey, hey, hey! Don't squeeze me! Fuck..."

"Beep, beep, beep..."

A series of noisy sounds came from the phone, and then it was hung up.

However, Zhao Yi stared at his phone in a daze. In a daze, he seemed to hear someone shouting on the other end of the phone:

"Hahaha! The goddess is here in our department!"

"Which class is Dong Yiting in! Which class is she in!"

...

All the focus was on the three words Dong Yiting.

Zhao Yi stayed there for a long time. He seemed to care about this moment. He even forgot that there was a female ghost in his room.

She hasn't left yet?

She came to Linhai?

Class? Could it be that... she is going to study in Linhai?

After a long time, Zhao Yi suddenly came to his senses. He quickly put away his phone and walked to the mirror with his painful body.

Since she hasn't left yet, he might as well go and see her in person again. If she is studying in Linhai, maybe...

Is there any maybe...

When he came to the mirror, it would be better if he didn't come. As soon as he got to the mirror, he saw blood all over his face and neck. Looking down again, his clothes were torn and stained with blood.

"This..."

Zhao Yi then remembered that he had a car accident.

It seems that the car accident was real!

...

But this is not right. He remembered that he was almost dead when he was hit. He should not have the ability to walk back. But how come he was in his small dark room when he opened his eyes...

Zhao Yi tried hard to recall it. Some memories were turned out from the shallow part of his mind, like a picture.

In the blood, there was a cold hand. He grabbed it with trembling pain.

"Save...save me..."

"Will you give me half of your life?"

...

"Can you say you will?"

...

"What is your name?"

...

Zhao Yi's pupils trembled and turned back to the place where the red skirt disappeared.

I remember! I remember everything!

It turned out that she saved me.

No wonder she only drank three mouthfuls of blood and did not kill me. She also told me about the engagement...

Zhao Yi walked over slowly, looked at the place where she disappeared, and said, "Are you...still there?"

One second, two seconds...

After waiting for about ten seconds, he did not see any response in the room.

At this moment, he suddenly felt a little disappointed. All the fear he had about the red-skirted figure disappeared, and was replaced by a sense of shame and a sense of loss.

"Has she left already..."

Zhao Yi felt a little regretful. Even if she was a female ghost, she was still his life-saving ghost. How could he treat her with panic?

"She's not really gone, is she? She looks very weak. She has to wait for several minutes to drink blood. What if she dies outside..."

Zhao Yi suddenly became anxious again.

"Sisi..."

Just when he didn't know what to do, the sound of hair rubbing against the ground suddenly came from behind him.

He turned his head suddenly, and saw the figure wearing a blood-red dress and covered by black long hair appeared in front of him again.

This time, Zhao Yi had almost no fear compared to before. He could look directly at this figure and even look at her slightly with his eyes.

"Are you still afraid of me?"

Her voice came from behind her black long hair.

Her tone was still very calm without any trace of emotional fluctuations, and it was still so beautiful.

Hearing this voice, Zhao Yi's last trace of fear was soothed by this voice without a trace.

He adjusted his breathing very quickly, and said with a smile: "You, you saved me, how can I still be afraid of you."

The woman in the red dress did not speak, but stood there straight.

She was about the same height as Zhao Yi, and most of her upper body was covered by black hair, but it was not difficult to see that her waist was very thin.

And the lower body was probably the standard golden ratio of 1:1.618 compared to the upper body.

Overall, this woman had a very good figure, even more beautiful than a model.

Zhao Yi took a general look at her in a short time, but she didn't say anything.

Zhao Yi felt that she was looking at him straight, which was very embarrassing. Although he said he was not afraid, the various crying scenes before appeared in front of him, making his old face blush.

"Ahem, those were all accidents before. After all, it was my first time seeing a ghost." Zhao Yi just scratched the back of his head and smiled awkwardly.

"I am not a ghost."

"Ah? Not a ghost?" Zhao Yi was stunned again.

"It's just half a soul now."

"Soul... What's the difference between it and a ghost?"

"You can only answer this question after I recover my memory."

Zhao Yi said a few words to her, and felt that his emotions had completely relaxed. His fear of her had already flown away.

"Aren't you going to sit down?" Zhao Yi asked.

"No need to rest."

After saying this, she fell into silence again.

Zhao Yi felt as if she would not speak if he did not ask her.

"Then can you survive by drinking blood?"

"No, I have never drunk blood in three hundred years, and I drank it for the first time today."

"Ah?"

Zhao Yi was stunned. She had not drunk blood in three hundred years, and she wanted to bite him when she saw him?

If she would die if she did not drink blood, Zhao Yi could understand her behavior, but she said that she had not drunk blood in 300 years, which proved that she could survive without drinking blood.

"Since you have not drunk blood for three hundred years, why did you drink mine?" Zhao Yi asked.

"Recover your mind."

"Huh?"

Zhao Yi was stunned by her words again.

What era is this?

The moon, the planets around the earth have been inhabited by humans for more than 500 years, so why are we still talking about mysterious minds...

Interstellar for more than 3,000 years, yes, that is modern times. In this era, humans only believe in science, and fantasy has been absolutely denied for hundreds of years.

Zhao Yi was about to complain about her, but suddenly found a big problem, that is, she is a soul, which is not scientific in itself!

Nowadays, there are all kinds of genes, so there is no talk of seven souls and six spirits.

If the fortune tellers and Feng Shui masters from 1,000 years ago were put into this era, they would probably be sent to a mental hospital or be isolated as dangerous patients whose brain cells were invaded by some unknown virus.

Since she is a soul, does it mean that there are really so-called ghosts and gods in this world?

In addition, there is another thing Zhao Yi really wants to know, that is, how did she save herself when she was about to die.

He could clearly feel the hellish pain at that time, his heart was spurting blood violently, and it was impossible to describe it as bleeding from all seven orifices.

However, she was able to save herself from that kind of injury.

Maybe there really are ghosts and gods in this world...

"Are you... the legendary immortal?" Zhao Yi asked.

In fact, in this era, the word "immortal" has been very clearly and definitely labeled with various virtual and non-existent labels.

There is even a feeling that whoever says it is stupid.

"Not an immortal, just a half-immortal."

"Huh? Half-immortal!?"