every soul loves you

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Title: [The Lonely and Brilliant God-Ghost]-Every Soul Loves You

Author: Bian Feng

Copywriting

The ghost looks like a gentleman but has a grumpy temper and loves to play hooligans. The messenger looks like ice, but is actually innocent and cute.

When the messenger of multiple personalities meets the ghost who spoils him and becomes addicted... (what the hell is this copywriting)

where are you

joy that i can't hide

quien eres

I will definitely find you" - whoareyou

Content tags: Strong Huanxi Enemy

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☆, 01

The most fake one is the heartbeat - "Heart Aperture"

The ghosts are always in a bad mood for a few days every month, like a girl coming to her aunt, she doesn't want to move or talk, and even feels tired after eating.

In the past few days, Chengbei Cave has suffered disasters, with continuous wind and rain, lightning and thunder.

At this time, the ghost listened to the sound of the dripping rain outside, lying on the bed and staring at the ceiling in a daze, watching more and more gathering places of the slowly rising white mist.

"uncle!"

De Hua first knocked on the door twice, and then rushed in, "Uncle, I thought of it!"

The ghost was obviously accustomed to Dehua's disrespect, he turned his head slowly, and said weakly, "How many times have I told you, knock on the door until I answer that you can enter, impolite boy."

"But it's really a big deal!" In order to show that this matter is really important, Dehua kept shaking the ghost's body while talking.

"Don't shake me!"

A thunder, boom—

Dehua immediately stood at attention.

The ghost continued to lie down and asked boredly, "What's the big deal?"

"Girls' school!"

"Girls' school?"

"Aren't you looking for your bride?"

"Hmm." This is a well-known fact.

"Aren't there many girls in the girls' school!"

The ghost looked at Dehua with a blank expression of "I'll just watch you perform quietly".

"Hey! Uncle, believe me, finding a bride starts from childhood!"

The ghost cut and turned over.

I haven't found my bride for 900 years, even if I search all the schools, will I be able to gain anything?

He had plenty of time, but very little patience.

And there's nothing wrong with not being able to die, how many people envy him, go out and mess around when you're in a good mood, let it rain a little when you're in a bad mood, drink alcohol when you don't want to sleep, and take sleeping pills when you want to sleep.

You can also intervene in the fate of human beings, you can do whatever you want, there is nothing wrong with it.

And Dehua, who was eager to go to the outdoor barbecue, was anxious, so he asked his companions to have fun together last week. As a result, it has been raining in the whole city for a week.

Uncle Ghost must be let out of the house, so that the clouds will open and the sun will rise. This is the purpose of his trip.

He racked his brains to think of this set of rhetoric, and hurried over, but seeing that the ghost was unmoved, Dehua bit his nails anxiously, since this is not possible, then he will go all out!

"Ghost!" Dehua yelled.

Although the word ghost has been pronounced too many times in the legend, Dehua, as a junior, called ghost when he could be called uncle. Jin Yu felt that Dehua missed the rope.

"You!" The ghost then sat up, pointing at De Hua with displeasure on his face.

"Me! Yes, it's me! Uncle, if you can't find a bride, you will be so decadent. What kind of skill is it when it rains at home! If you don't give you advice, you say you don't care about you, and if you give you advice, you'll be moaning, really It's hard to imagine that you were once a decisive general, do you still look like a man!"

"You!" Jin Yu uttered the word again and again, preventing De Hua from continuing.

Dehua has already started to tremble, and he is trying not to fall down.

But Jin Ling just looked at him, put on his slippers and walked out of the bedroom.

If you can't find a bride, you will be so decadent...

Since he stepped into the imperial palace for the last time 900 years ago, the last remaining dream of Jin Ling is to disappear from this world.

However, if people really tried to live forever, would they really be able to bear the loneliness and pain that would only accumulate with the years and never disappear?

Edward, can you.

Jin Ling would not ask De Hua such a question, because no one else knew what it was like except himself, so he knew that although this was a hypothetical, it was a cruel question.

Dehua looked at Jin's back, slumped on the bed, stroked his chest, and murmured, "Oh my god, I scared the baby to death. I'm trading my life for sunshine."

Jin Ling held a black umbrella and walked aimlessly on the road.

Dehua has a good heart, even if it is a radical method, there is a little kindness in it, so Jin Ling obeyed his advice and came to the street.But after hearing those words, his mood did not improve much.

It's like it's not unusual for a girl with dysmenorrhea to laugh and scold because someone tells a joke.

Walking to the corner of the street, the ghost glanced into the wall, but saw no one. The messenger of hell is not at work today.

If only he'd been at work, and taunted him a bit for fun.

Thinking of the helpless look of that fair-looking man when he laughed at the rustic hat, Jin Ling smiled.

His chest still hurt, which was one of the reasons why he was in a bad mood.

He continued down the street.

"He Shunzai! The dead respond to the messenger's call!"

Jin Ling suddenly heard a familiar voice.

Hell messenger?

He looked in the direction of the sound.

Sure enough, it was the person he had laughed at, standing in the rain wearing a black uniform, three meters away from the undead, calling out the name of the undead.

Still wearing that tacky hat.

Why not the classic words like Miranda's warning, but the call of the dead?

Jin Ling looked at the soul. He had a ferocious face and was staring at the hell messenger fiercely.

Oh, the devil.

Jin Yu thought that he was idle anyway, so he shouted at the hell messenger, "Hey, do you want to help?"

The messenger turned his head, saw the person coming, and said coldly, "No need."

"Okay." In this case, it would be better to have one more thing than one less thing. He remembered that there was a girls' school in front of him, or else he would try his luck again.

Strangely, after meeting this hell emissary, his mood improved a lot, and he even became a little interested in the affairs of the girls' school.

Ghosts seldom meddle in other people's business, which is very clear to both He Shunzai and the undead, so the evil ghost named He Shunzai seized the opportunity to pounce on the Hell Messenger when he saw that the ghost was gone. Looking at the ghosts, he came back to his senses and managed to avoid the blow, but unfortunately, in the process of retreating, due to the slippery road surface and moss growing on the corner of the wall, the pitiful balance of the hell messenger was not enough to resist In this environment, I couldn't retreat and fell down after stepping on the moss, and successfully sprained my foot.

The pain quickly spread to the brain, and the messenger let out a soft ah.

Seeing an opportunity, the evil spirit stretched out his hand to grab the messenger's neck. The messenger looked at the black hand with a look of bewilderment in his eyes, but the moment the hand reached the messenger's neck, the messenger's gaze Suddenly changed, shooting a cold light, he quickly raised his hand.

But the goblin's sword was faster than he, and cut off one of the undead's hands before he did.

"Although I don't want to care about you, it's not my style to ignore death."

The messenger ignored the ghost, but stood up. He stood up too hard and didn't care about the twisted foot at all, but the injury on his foot made him fall quickly.

The messenger leaned on the wall, frowned, cursed something in a low voice, and then continued to do his duty to the evil spirit, "He Shunzai! The undead are quick to respond to the call of the messenger!"

He Shunzai was shocked and took three steps back.

can take him away.

but……

The messenger supported the wall with one hand, and stroked his forehead with the other hand, his brows furrowed deeper, and his hand supporting the wall lost all strength, causing him to completely fall to the ground.

The hat fell to the ground because of his movement.

Seeing the messenger like this, the ghost was a little confused.

"Did he hit you on the head?" asked the ghost, and stretched out his hand towards him as he spoke, trying to drag the emissary up.

The ghost bent down.

The messenger suddenly made a movement at this time, and the ghost felt that he was almost out of his wits.

The messenger didn't grab the ghost's hand, but stretched his hand towards the ghost's chest.

There is a sword stuck there, which is nearly a thousand years of resentment and hatred, as well as his punishment.

It's a secret that even Dehua doesn't know.

The ghost wanted to hide, but couldn't move half a step at all, and the sound of the heartbeat suddenly became extremely clear.

He expected something to happen.

whatever it is.

The messenger seemed to have heard what he wanted, and he grasped the hilt of the sword accurately.

But the ghost took two steps back in a panic, just like a human saw an evil ghost, he stood two steps away, looking at the messenger in shock.

With nothing to rely on, the messenger's hand hung down again.

But his head was raised.

His originally clear eyes became hazy at this moment, and the hair on his forehead was a little wet, hanging down to cover his eyebrows and a little bit of his eyes.

The eyes of the messenger met the ghost through the drizzle.

The words from his thin lips almost knocked the ghost to the ground, he said, "Sword..."

Then he leaned against the wall and closed his eyes.

The ghost fell silent for three seconds because of the excessive fright, and even his breathing became short of breath.

After the thinking ability returned, the ghost stepped forward and held the messenger's shoulder, "Hey, speak clearly, what did you see?"

The messenger's head shook slightly with the movement of the ghost, involuntarily.

At this time, the sound of thunder came from the sky again.

The ghost held up the messenger's face nervously, and found that his eyes were closed tightly, and he had passed out.

☆, 02

"Hell's messenger?" the ghost called again, wanting too much to confirm the word he just heard, so he stared at the messenger, but the messenger did not wake up.

The emissary's long eyelashes were wet from the raindrops from his hair, and his whole body was like a butterfly in the rain, his body crumbling.

Jin Ling's eyes turned from unspeakable emotions to pure disappointment, he gritted his teeth, restrained his urge to forcibly wake up the envoy, and just taunted him as always, "I can't do it when I meet such a ghost, It's so weak, even weaker than the legend."

After saying this, his water sword flew out of his hand, crushing the soul of He Shunzai who was trying to escape, and the evil ghost was instantly wiped out.

The ghost stood up and looked at the messenger, the rain continued.

He picked up the umbrella and the messenger's hat, snapped his fingers, and the umbrella and hat automatically floated in the air, covering the rain for the messenger.

The ghost shook his head at the people on the ground, finally bent down and condescended to hug the unconscious hell messenger, turned around, and disappeared on the street.

When the messenger woke up, he had a terrible headache.

This is not the first time he has been like this, as long as another personality appears, his body will have a violent reaction, headache when it is light, and coma when it is severe. To understand himself and overcome the fear of another personality, he checked the information on split personality, and in common with other cases, his second personality always appeared when he was strongly stimulated, but he did not have a body like his A case of intense reaction.

The messenger comforted himself, probably this is the "privilege" of the messenger of hell.

After the messenger woke up, he habitually beat his head with his fist. After two or three times, he realized that something was wrong. He immediately jumped up, and the blanket covering his body slipped off.

"what!"

The pain in the feet immediately replaced the headache and became the primary factor that made the messenger scream.

He fell onto the sofa that had just sprung up.

"woke up?"

"Who?" The messenger looked around with tears in his eyes.

"Your savior."

Only then did the messenger see the ghost sitting on the single sofa. He was wearing a loose sweater, cotton slippers on his feet, his legs were crossed, and his chin was resting on one hand. He was looking at himself as if he were looking at an alien. , that kind of strange look, as if they had never seen it before.

The messenger endured a headache and desperately recalled, but his memory only stayed at the moment when the evil spirit attacked him.

This is a strong stimulus, the next second it will be Li Hyuk who will take over his control of this body.

If what the ghost said is true, then the person he saved was Lee Hyuk.

and many more……

"Where's He Shunzai?" The emissary thought of the unfinished evil ghost.

"It's gone forever." There was no warmth in the ghost's words.

The emissary knew that if Li Hyuk appeared, he would definitely deal with He Shunzai smoothly.As a character without a name, the messenger can completely deny the fact that he was saved, but once he said it, he would definitely be regarded as mentally ill...

That's right, he does have mental problems.

But no psychiatrist would admit this, so the messenger thanked him honestly.

"Thank you."

"I don't want to hear this. Now, tell me what you said before you passed out."

The ghost's eyes suddenly became dignified, and the momentum was a bit compelling.

The messenger looked at the ghost in puzzlement, and thought in his heart, did Li Hyuk talk to him?It's not what I said, how do I know what he said?

"That... I forgot." The emissary said with a serious expression to prove the authenticity of his words.

"Forgot?" The ghost stood up and walked towards the messenger.

The emissary's coat was wet and had been taken off by the ghost, and now he was only wearing a white shirt. As the ghost approached, his body shrank back slightly, his eyes stared at the ghost without admitting defeat, his teeth Biting his lips lightly, the lip line was straightened.

"That's right, I forgot."

The ghost sneered, "I know that the Hell Messenger has no memory, but I don't know that you, like fish, only have 7 seconds of memory."

The emissary was not convinced, he didn't say that sentence, how could he know the content, but he couldn't tell the truth, it was like a dumb man eating Coptis chinensis, suffering unspeakably.

"Unlike you, the memory is so good. So remembering a lot of things is very happy?"

This sentence hit the ghost's pain point.

The ghost blinked his eyes, and felt that the messenger's words were unbelievable. He chuckled twice, "Yes, it's not like you. I can't remember anything, even forget what happiness is like."

This remark is also the pain point of the messenger.

The messenger opened his mouth slightly in surprise, full of grievances, staring at the ghost with wide and beautiful eyes, as if he was caught off guard by an attack.

The ghost actually felt his sadness, his eyes suddenly softened, and he turned to the side.

At this time, the messenger said again against his will, "Thank you for saving your life."

Thanks this time, the ghost was completely confused, and he looked at the messenger.

The messenger stood up, endured the pain in his feet, straightened his shirt without changing his face, and said, "I have already thanked you, you can go now."

"No." The ghost immediately refused.

The envoy looked at him suspiciously, "Is there any other request, Mr. Ghost with an infinite memory?"

He really likes to say things he doesn't like to hear, but the ghost has no time to refute this point. What he wants to confirm is whether the messenger of hell can see the sword on his chest.

"You look at me."

Now it was the envoy who looked at the ghost with the kind of crazy eyes.

"See how I am different from ordinary people?"

The messenger was amused by this sentence. He really looked at the ghost from top to bottom, and then stretched out his index finger, pointing to his own brain.

"You are different here."

"I'm not kidding!" the ghost said urgently.

"I know a good therapist, if you need..."

"The sword here!" The ghost interrupted the messenger anxiously.

The ghost shouted so loudly that his voice buzzed in the messenger's ears.

The sword here...

sword……

The messenger saw the ghost pointing at his chest and looked at him anxiously.

There was indeed a sword there, which pierced the ghost's entire body. Anyone who saw it would understand that this sword was the cause of the ghost's death.

Pierced in the front, right in his face.

Either he had no resistance at the time, or he gave up resistance.

The messenger didn't want to mention it.

In front of the venomous ghosts, he has learned a little bit of a venomous tongue, but as a sensitive and delicate messenger, he doesn't have the courage to mention the deepest and most painful wounds of others, which is death.

Whether it is suicide or homicide, the moment of death is always painful and hopeless.

Even afterward, someone will use the word "liberation" to justify death.

The ghost has lived for 1000 years, and the scar has existed for thousands of years. The messenger can see the scar of the soul, and the ghost is no exception, but he has been pretending not to know it from the beginning.

Unexpectedly, he said it himself.

"Li Hyuk told you about him..." The envoy regretted it before finishing his sentence.

Why did you tell about Li Hyuk?

"Li He?" The ghost couldn't understand, and he didn't care about it, so he asked again, "Can you really..."

"I can." The messenger did not deny it.

"You..." The ghost opened its mouth, but only said this word.

"Not only me, but all hell messengers can see your sword."

"What?" The ghost's eyes widened.

"It's just that we don't want to talk about it."

The ghost looked at the messenger in disbelief, the corner of his mouth twitched, and then turned into a self-deprecating smile, "Hahahaha, you can see it hahahaha."

Although I don't know why the ghost is obsessed with this, but I can't bear to see him look a little crazy, so I asked with concern, "What if I can see it?"

The ghost sat on the sofa, smiling to himself. The emissary supported the sofa with one hand because of the foot pain, and shifted his body weight to the other uninjured foot.He looked at the ghost and did not sit down.

The ghost's smile slowly disappeared, and the whole person calmed down.

He looked at the envoy who didn't know the situation but showed worried eyes, twitched the corner of his mouth, and asked, "Are you going to rent a house?"

☆, 03

"What if you can see it?" The envoy asked half curiously and half concerned.

But the ghost changed the subject. He smiled slightly at the messenger, stared at him and asked, "Are you going to rent a house?"

The messenger opened his eyes and asked in surprise, "How do you know?"

The ghost beckoned, and a card on the table flew into his hand, and it was caught between his index and middle fingers. He threw the card to the messenger and said, "The business card of the agent."

The messenger reached out to catch the business card, and it was indeed the name of the agency he had found, but why is the business card in the hands of the ghost?The messenger stared at the ghost.

The ghost understood what he meant, and quickly explained, "I didn't take it, it fell out of your pocket."

The messenger subconsciously touched the pocket of his trousers, and remembered that he put his business card in the pocket of his coat.

He searched around for a hanger but couldn't find it, so he asked the ghost, "Where are my clothes and my hat?"

"I asked someone to take it to the dry cleaner." The ghost seemed to be a little proud that he had done everything well, and raised his eyebrows when he said this.

If it was someone else, the emissary would definitely say thank you again, but it was the ghost who did this, the emissary hesitated for a while, and finally just said oh.

Before today, he didn't have a good impression of ghosts. Even now, he thinks ghosts are arrogant and arrogant.

The ghost didn't bother to care about the messenger's reaction, he asked, "Have you found a house yet?"

The messenger replied reluctantly, "Not yet."

The ghost was quite happy, and found another reason to attack the messenger. He said bluntly, "Because of the money?"

The messenger gave the ghost an angry look, and denied, "That's not true, we have special identities, and it takes a lot of time to find a landlord who believes in us."

This is not an easy task for messengers who are not good at lying.

The ghost stood up, took two steps towards the messenger, stretched out his index finger to draw a circle in the air, and asked with a smile, "What do you think of my place?"

"You here?" The messenger's eyes followed the direction of the ghost's finger and circled the ghost's house.

I had a quick glance when I was looking for a hanger just now, and I didn’t pay too much attention to the ghost’s house. Now I take a closer look, wow, the ghost’s house is really big...

It is not only big, but also exquisite, with ingenuity hidden in every place.

The place where the messenger is now is the living room. On the wall directly opposite him is an oil painting, with light blue as the keynote.

In front of him on the right is a four-story short staircase, close to the stairs is a chest of drawers, on which are old-fashioned radios and small European-style candlesticks, on one side of the chest is a three-tiered drawer, on which are several thick books Books, no matter the combination of cabinets and stairs or the small ornaments on the chest of drawers, are pleasing to the eye, and the matching here is just a microcosm of the whole house of ghosts.

The envoy looked further to the left, and in the dining room was a long dark wooden dining table, about two and a half meters long, larger than his current bed, with a hanging glass panel above the dining table, on which stood many pieces of different lengths. [-]. Warm-colored candles of uneven thickness, green vines crawling outside the window.

It must be very romantic and warm to have dinner here, the envoy thought for a moment.

When the messenger was observing the house, the ghost was also observing the messenger's reaction. It was not difficult to see that the messenger was very satisfied with his home, and the envious light in his eyes was clearly visible.

"Come and see this room." The ghost walked towards the room next to the entrance.

The messenger really envied the ghost, envied him for having such a big and beautiful home.

He has saved money for 300 years, but he can't even buy a small house, but even if he saves for another 300 years, it is impossible to have his own home. Who would be so bold as to sell the house to the messenger of hell.

The messenger was trying to keep up with the ghost, but he staggered and said "ah" unconsciously.

My attention was distracted by the ghost just now, and I completely forgot the fact that I sprained my ankle.

When the ghost heard the movement, he turned his head to check the situation, and saw the messenger on one knee, covering his injured ankle with one hand.

Without even thinking about it, the ghost opened his mouth and said naturally, "Why are you kneeling down, do you worship me too much?"

The messenger was startled by the ghost's narcissism, raised his head and cast a contemptuous look.But thinking of fainting once in front of him today, and now being seen in a panic by him, I really can't bear it.

The messenger wanted to stand up, but he couldn't exert any strength on his feet.

55 hurts too much.

At this time, the ghost has returned to him.

"Are you sure you were a heinous person in your previous life? Did you choose the wrong person in the admissions department of the Hell Department?"

The messenger really didn't know whether this sentence was a compliment or a sarcasm for him, the two sentences before and after were both harsh. It is true that the messenger of hell is a sinner, but he still felt very sad after being pointed out.

The messenger angrily knocked off the helping hand extended by the ghost, "No need."

In the end, I endured the dull pain and stood up. I didn't do any treatment for the injury for several hours, and the pain was worse than the beginning.

The messenger tried not to show any painful expression, and limped towards the entrance.

The ghost shook the hand that had been pushed aside by the envoy just now. The touch of his hand just now... was very cool, and the ghost felt as if he had eaten a piece of mint candy.

It's just that it's unbearable to say so much.

"Hey."

The messenger went on.

"I'm calling you." The ghost said.

The envoy couldn't bear it anymore, turned around and said angrily, "I don't call 'Hi'!"

"This, that, hello, you, do we need another address between us?"

The envoy was speechless at once. Could this man be incapable of seeing life and death? He just ignored him and wanted to make something to annoy him.

His eyes glanced sideways at the ghost, obviously unwilling to stay too long, then turned around, ignoring it.

"as you like."

"Hey!"

The Ignored Goblin is annoyed at his low status in Hellbringer's mind.

The messenger didn't want to talk to him, but he still stopped in his tracks, because one of his arms was tightly held by the ghost that was chasing him, and the scorching heat was transmitted to the messenger's body through the thin shirt.

It is completely opposite to him.

"Oh yes." The envoy finally showed mercy and turned around to deal with the ghost.

"For what?" the ghost hurriedly asked.

"Which dry cleaner are my clothes at?"

The ghost looked at the messenger and suddenly smiled, "I won't tell you."

messenger:"……"

Are you nine hundred years old or three years old?

The ghost said again, "Come back if you want to know."

The messenger said decisively, "Then I don't want to know, I can apply for a new set, thanks to you."

The ghost snorted coldly, let go of the messenger, and even pushed him forward, telling him to leave quickly.

What is he doing, why should he care about the life and death of an envoy.

He watched the messenger go up the stairs with the cabinet, one light kick, one heavy kick, moving slowly, not as fast as jumping with one foot.

But out of face, the emissary would definitely not do such antics in front of him.

I don't know where the house he is renting now is, whether it is far away.If he didn't go home but went to the tea room, it would be a long way, he couldn't teleport, and it was inconvenient to take a taxi here, besides, he probably didn't even have the money for a taxi.

The ghost stared at the messenger's back, imagining various possibilities for him in his mind, none of which would make him feel better than doing it himself.

But thinking of his ignorant appearance just now, the ghost paused again.

I don't care what he does because he can see my sword?

The envoys have said that all hell envoys have this ability, so he is not special at all, the bride still has to keep looking, don't think about the legend of "you can't find it if you break through the iron shoes, and it doesn't take any effort to get it" Encountered.

but!

The first to see his sword, the first to touch the source of his pain.

The messenger opened the door and walked out.

The ghost teleported and passed through.

As soon as the messenger went out, he saw the ghost crossing his arms and looking at him unwillingly.

The emissary thought to himself, he couldn't really be the same kind of person as himself—the kind with abnormal spirit.

"You saved me today, you can ask for any repayment method." Probably because I want to thank myself with practical actions, so I chatter here.

The ghost didn't speak, he took the messenger's hand, led him through the wall, and returned to the sofa in the living room.

"What are you doing again?" the envoy was a little impatient.

"Take off your shoes."

"Ok?"

"Take off—shoes—" The ghost said it again in a long voice in order to make the messenger understand.

The messenger was stunned.

"Sit down." The ghost pressed the messenger on the sofa, he squatted down, and stretched out his hand to the messenger's crippled right foot.

When the messenger realized what he was going to do, he immediately drew back his right foot.

The ghost raised his head and said nonchalantly, "Don't get me wrong, when I save people, I usually do a full set. Seeing your way of walking makes me feel uncomfortable."

Before the messenger could say or do anything, the ghost had already taken off his shoes.

The messenger gasped.

"Does it hurt?" the ghost asked.

"It doesn't hurt." The messenger denied.

"Sure enough, it's too difficult for you to lie." The ghost saw that the messenger's ankle was obviously swollen, and it was no wonder that it didn't hurt.

"I..." The emissary felt his face suddenly heat up, and he still wanted to hide, but the ghost held it tightly.

"It's all swollen," said the ghost, trying to be as careful as he could while taking off the messenger's socks.

"Don't..." The messenger wanted to refuse, but he couldn't shake off the ghost's hand, and felt that pushing his shoulder was very inappropriate, so he could only maintain a stiff posture in embarrassment.

The goblin laid his warm hands over the emissary's swollen ankle.

The messenger's ankles, like his hands, were cool and white, like winter snow.

After a while, the swelling of the injured area disappeared, and the original slender line of the ankle was restored. The ghost felt that his thumb and index finger could surround it.

"Why didn't you say it earlier." The ghost lowered his head and said, this injury should have been dealt with long ago.

Although he saved the messenger, he didn't know that he twisted his foot after falling.

The ghost didn't get an answer for a long time.

He looked up, and the envoy turned his head towards the arched window of the restaurant, his whole face was like a ripe tomato...

Ghost: "..."

☆, 04

The messenger has changed color!

In the impression of the ghosts, the messenger has always been a man with red lips, white teeth, and a face like a bright moon, so eye-catching but exuding a cold aura. I didn't expect to have such a side...

Even the roots of the ears turned pink.

This time it was a ghost and was stunned.

In the past, when he spoke to the emissaries, he would not choose what to say. On the one hand, he felt that it was unnecessary to deal with such useless emissaries who could not even take away the souls of ghosts. It is better to be straightforward than to talk to people of the same kind.

The ghost was stunned for a while this time, and even asked without thinking, "Are you shy?"

The messenger's heart thumped, and he felt his face was burning. His mind was broken, and he didn't save any sympathy, but he couldn't jump up and deny it.

Embarrassed and anxious, the messenger blinked, and ignored the heat on his cheeks that he had felt for a long time, bit his lip hard, and then said with the greatest indifference, "No way."

The ghost understood his routine a little bit. When talking to him, the messenger denied it completely in order not to lose the wind. It was true when he said "it doesn't hurt" just now, and it is still the same when he said "how can it be" now.

The ghost only knew that it was fun to tease him, but he never thought it would be more fun to see him persevere and refuse to admit defeat.

In order not to meet the ghost's eyes, the messenger immediately lowered his head and began to put on his socks and shoes.

"Don't you say thank you?" The ghost chased after him.

As soon as the messenger's movements stopped, he knew that the ghost was looking at him. The gaze made him unable to hide, his hands began to tremble, and his cheeks twitched. This ghost, does it have to be like this...

He was forced to have no choice but to bury his head even lower, so he had to say, "Thank you", in a very low voice.

The ghost admired the embarrassment of the messenger, and was extremely satisfied with his masterpiece.

It took the messenger a long time to put on the shoes. After he was sure that the color of his face had returned to normal, he stood up and stomped his feet. The wound had fully recovered.

"My lord is amazing." The ghost folded his arms and asked for credit.

"Excellent, comparable to Yunnan Baiyao."

The ghost laughed.

"You saved Chi Enzhuo in this way."

"Chi Enzhuo?"

"Other omissions were originally dead souls that should not have a name."

The ghost remembered, oh, it was more than ten years ago that he fulfilled the wishes of human beings.

"I hope you will not interfere with our official duties in the future." The envoy sincerely advised.

Hearing this, the ghost felt like a primary school student had made a mistake and was being taught by the teacher.

"Speak as if I would listen to you." The ghost looked disdainful.

"So, I hate you as much as before." The messenger regained his usual composure and straightened his back in front of the ghosts.

The ghost nodded, "Well, it's pretty good."

It's good, don't interact with others casually, continue to be a bastard and find his bride by the way, don't have hope for anyone, especially this emissary who likes to talk back to himself.

When hearing the word "sword" spit out from the messenger's mouth, the ghost felt that all this was too sudden. The day he had been looking forward to was finally coming, and the ghost didn't know how to accept it.

The heart that had given up hope did not ignite the excitement it should have because of this word, but was more at a loss.

When picking up the messenger, the ghost began to accept the fact that he was going to leave, let everything settle, no change, no nostalgia, no regrets.

When he saw the dropped intermediary business card, the ghost had already started planning how to get the messenger to draw his sword.

In the end, it was learned that the messenger was not the one who could draw the sword, and everything went back to the original point. The ghost laughed wildly at this magical turning point.

But unexpectedly, the loss did not last as long as the ghosts imagined.

When the ghost made the plan just now, he thought about what would happen if he and the messenger lived together, would they both have thicker skins?

With curiosity, there is expectation, even if the ghost refuses to admit it in his heart, he will look forward to living with a messenger who does not match his character.

"I'm leaving.