every soul loves you

Worrying is completely unnecessary, the driver was concentrating on driving, but the messenger really fell asleep with his head on the ghost's shoulder.

The ghost didn't dare to turn his head vigorously, but moved his neck tentatively and squinted at the envoy. From his angle, he could only see the envoy's soft bangs and the beautiful tip of his nose.

Even so, the ghost still admired sincerely, what a beautiful person.

Finally, the ghost couldn't hold back, and raised his other hand to touch the messenger's hair very lightly.

Such soft hair, it will definitely feel better if you touch it.

In the future, you must touch it openly, touch it whenever you want, and touch it as many times as you want, the ghost secretly made up his mind.

It will definitely come true, anyway, they are all people who will not die.

Of course the ghost wants time to slow down forever. It doesn’t matter if you don’t move or sit still, but what breaks the slow time is not the awakening of the messenger, but...

"Ah-"

The messenger's body was really too cold. He was wearing the ghost's clothes, and the cold still seeped out from his body.

The flow of time returned to normal, and the messenger was awakened by the ghost's sudden body shaking.

He straightened up suddenly, and first reflected where he was with his eyes dull. When he saw the surrounding environment clearly, the messenger felt a little surprised, "Where are we going?"

It doesn't seem to be the direction of the tea room.

I just followed the ghost, but didn't ask where I was going. After listening to the ghost, I jumped into the car and left.

But the ghost completely ignored the big words "Where is this going?" at the end, and only the two key words "we" fell into his ears.

"Us?" The ghost's eyes lit up.

"Yeah." The messenger nodded at the ghost. He didn't know the inner activities of the ghost. It was a bit difficult for him to deal with people who like to play word games. What's more, he didn't wake up at all. Every time he blinked, he had to refocus. once.

The ghost looked at such a cute messenger, not only didn't feel that he was a little too much, but wanted to go one step further..."bullying" him.

"We...of course we're going to our house."

Now the envoy heard something wrong, "Our family?"

"Yeah, didn't I rent the house to you?"

"You mentioned this last time, but I didn't agree." The messenger thought of the arrogant attitude of the ghost when he said that. If he really moved in, he might be excluded.

"Why didn't you agree, have you forgotten the last time you cried to me?" At the end, the ghost deliberately lowered his voice, as if to abide by the agreement between them not to reveal their shortcomings.

"I..." The messenger's lips bulged out, thinking why this ghost is always like this, which pot can't be opened and which pot to lift!

"You want to say that's not you, right?"

The messenger also lowered his voice and shouted, "That's not me!"

At this time, the bus stopped and passengers boarded.

"I'm going to get off the car, the tea room has already passed!" The messenger hurriedly stood up.

"What are you doing?" The ghost pulled the messenger back. Seeing that no one got out of the car, the driver started the car. The messenger leaned back, and the ghost held him firmly and made him sit on the seat smoothly.

"What are you going to do!" The messenger felt that the ghosts were a bit unreasonable. They were just people of the same kind who met by chance. They have always hated each other in the few intersections. What happened last time was a beautiful accident. I think we will be familiar again when we meet again in the future. Stranger, but after the goodbye, the messenger found that the ghost was a little abnormal, why did he pester himself?

The first feeling in the messenger's heart was panic. He knew that there was a huge disparity in strength between himself and ghosts. Hell messengers were afraid of everyone, but they also had things to be afraid of. Ghosts were one of them, especially a liu (liu) Lai ( mang) ghosts!

Seeing the envoy's hostile gaze, the ghost reflected on what he had done for a moment.

He acted too anxiously...it made the envoy wary.

Slow down, slow down, the ghost told himself silently, and at the same time restrained his gaze from wantonly looking at the messenger.

Then, the ghost explained in a pretentious manner.

"You listen to me first."

The messenger then stared at the ghost fiercely, waiting for his explanation.

As a result, the car stopped again, and the ghost looked out the window and said, "Ah, we're here, I'll tell you when I get home."

The ghost picked up the two suitcases in a very gentlemanly manner, and said to the driver master very carefully, please wait a moment, and waited patiently at the station for the messenger to get off, before the two left together.

"You can say it now."

"Here?" The ghost looked around the station. "But it's very cold." The ghost flinched.

Only then did the messenger remember that his clothes were on his body.

how so……

Is it impolite to take off your clothes and return them to him on the spot?

I will endure!

"Okay, hurry up." The messenger hurried forward.

"Okay." The ghost followed unhurriedly.

"Hurry up!"

"I have two big boxes..."

This time it's not his fault!

555555 The messenger felt that he had fallen into an inescapable trap.

"The ghost doesn't even have this bit of strength." The messenger didn't dare to say this out loud, but he wanted the ghost to hear it, so the ghost just happened to hear it.

"Ghosts are not gods, and ghosts are also tired, and I haven't slept." The ghost said while panting.

The meaning was very clear, and the envoy understood it as soon as he heard it.

You slept with me, I pawned you a free pillow all the way, now you are tired, what's wrong with walking slowly.

The messenger turned his head and looked at the ghost with disgust, thinking that it was useless for him to walk fast, so he also slowed down and yawned.

He subconsciously wanted to cover his mouth, but his left and right hands were full, and he had finished yawning when he raised his hands in the air.

The envoy's mouth that was kept open, eyes that were tightly squinted, and the base of the wrinkled nose made the ghost want to laugh.

The messenger tied the rope of the bag around his wrist, and when he raised his hand, the ghosts noticed that his white wrist was red from being strangled.

"You put the bag on the box and I'll get it for you."

"No need." The envoy refused without raising his head or opening his eyes.

He will not let the ghost do anything again, if he receives his favor again, he will live under his shadow for the rest of his life, and he will never be able to stand up again.

After being benefited by others, the envoy is not so confident in attacking others.

The messenger is no longer the messenger who said something to me, at least to pay him back.

1: 0.

☆, 1:1

The two put their luggage in the living room.

The messenger took off the ghost's clothes and put them on his arms. He stood beside a pile of luggage, and seemed ready to pack and leave at any time.

When the ghost arrived at his house, he became a king. He sat down on the sofa, pointed to the sofa next to him, and said to the messenger, "Sit down."

The messenger said, "No."

Seeing the guarded look of the messenger, the ghost sighed, "Alright, alright, let me explain to you."

"What's going on?" The emissary insisted on asking, because he didn't dare to believe the ghost's words easily.

"You didn't cry to me that day..."

Before the words of crying fell to the ground, the emissary flew over with a sharp eye. Even though he had no deterrent effect on the ghost, the ghost still consciously stopped it.

"Lee Hyuk showed up that day and asked if I could rent the house to him."

When the envoy heard these words, his eyes immediately widened. He looked at the ghost, and the ghost looked relaxed and raised his legs.

The messenger turned his face and sneered, "Li He wants to rent your house? It's impossible."

"If you don't believe me, write to him and ask him. You read it the other day, aren't you satisfied with what I have here?" The ghost defended with his neck raised.

"I'm satisfied, but it doesn't mean Li He..." The emissary stopped, he knew he had said something wrong, and he was very annoyed, as soon as he talked with ghosts, his IQ was not enough, and he was always surrounded by ghosts.

The ghost tightened the corners of its mouth that was about to bloom, and instead of biting the messenger's words, it wanted to catch it and said, "That's right, you're not Li He, so you don't know what he's thinking."

"No... I remember that you said you wanted to rent a house to me when I was back to my current state. There was nothing wrong with Li He!" The envoy's IQ suddenly went online.

"Do you remember? Then do you remember what Li Hyuk called me?" The ghost resorted to its trump card.

"What can he call you? It's not like Li He doesn't know you."

"He called me brother." The ghost was quite proud.

The envoy was taken aback for a moment, he looked at the ghost, thinking about the truth of his words.

Finally, the emissary concluded, "You lied."

There is no need to think about it at all, Li He is so proud, would he call someone else's brother?I never replied to the notes I took for him.

"I didn't lie to you, it's true."

The ghost didn't lie to the messenger this time, it's really true.

But the emissary didn't believe it at all. Now he described ghosts, in addition to the previous arrogance, bad temper, and non-compliance with the rules, he added another adjective-treacherous.

The messenger let out a sigh of relief and did not want to engage in this meaningless debate.

"Your house is very big and nice, but..." the messenger paused, turned his eyes to the side, and didn't meet the ghost, then said softly, "I can't afford to rent it."

Ghost: what?

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

The ghost controlled his urge to jump up, so as not to let the messenger find out that he was cheering for the success of the plot, he just shook his upturned legs happily, and said calmly, "Actually, you don't have to think about that."

messenger:?

"I want to rent the house to you because of my personal needs. You also know that I have lived for nearly a thousand years. I have never seen any kind of people or experienced any kind of things, but I have lived for a long time. Afterwards, I was tired of everything, and felt that life was just a monotonous repetition every day. I doubted my own existence and felt hopeless about life. If this continues, I will be depressed. Look at the weather outside and you should Have you noticed it?"

The messenger listened carefully, and when the ghost was talking about the weather, he looked out the window. At this moment, a flash of lightning flashed outside the window.

"I kind of understand your situation. I am much older than ordinary people, but unlike you, I have a job, and my daily life will not be boring. How about you try to work?"

"If I don't have a job, is the house blown by the wind?"

The messenger felt that this was reasonable, so he sincerely suggested, "Then, it is necessary for you to see a psychiatrist. If necessary, I can introduce my psychiatrist to you..."

"I don't like seeing doctors."

"People can't avoid diseases and avoid medical treatment."

"Maybe there are other ways." The ghosts followed suit.

"what?"

"You, move in."

"what?"

"If someone chats, I won't be too lonely, and I won't be depressed." The ghost stared blankly at his messenger, "Don't think it's just you, the reason for choosing you is very simple, people of the same kind, understand? ?The same kind of people who know what I'm talking about without spending a lot of time explaining."

The messenger understood a little bit and nodded slightly.

"As for the money issue, I won't blackmail you at the market price."

"Market price?" The messenger looked at the ceiling, kitchen and balcony, "I can't afford the market price either."

"Then pay according to the rent you used to rent the house. If you feel that you owe me, you can chat with me more." After the ghost said this, he felt a little dizzy in his head. It was difficult to adapt, and the heating in the room was sufficient, which made him lazy.

The messenger stood there thinking for a long time.

He has no place to go so far, and he will be busy with the "Evil Ghost Gang" next time. It is estimated that there is no way to bother to find a house. The ghosts are here, but once they live in, they will definitely suffer from his verbal torture. .

rent?Do not rent?Think again?

At this time, the ghost threw out a powerful dose of medicine, which cleared up the chaotic mind of the messenger.

"Could it be that you are afraid of me?"

"I'm afraid of you?!" The emissary blurted out the words, without thinking, even his feet involuntarily took two steps forward.

Only then did the ghost laugh out in relief. His body relaxed and sank completely into the sofa. His upturned Erlang legs were also taken off, and the two long legs stretched forward as if stretched forward. The whole person was loose , didn't even bother to open his eyes, as if he was going to sleep on the sofa.

"Stay here." The ghost barely opened his eyes and said to the messenger.

This was the first time the messenger heard the ghost speak in such a light tone.

He really saw a ghost, such a light word made his heart beat hard, so much so that he almost believed it, believe that ghosts are such gentle and considerate people.

"I have to think about it again." The envoy raised the airs that an "opponent" should have.

"A messenger."

"how?"

"I seem to have a fever." The ghost wanted to raise his hand to touch his forehead, but he didn't have any strength in his hand, and his whole body was limp.

But the messenger seemed to have heard the biggest joke of this century, and sneered, "Don't be ridiculous, ghosts can still get sick? But it doesn't matter if you get sick, you can't die..."

After saying this, the emissary felt a little lack of confidence, because he saw the ghost's head slipping down from the back of the sofa, and its butt almost fell off the sofa.

The messenger stepped forward, and pressed his cold hand on the ghost's forehead.

Then he took it off like a baked sweet potato just out of the oven, and he looked at his hand, "Wow, it's cooked."

The ghost tried to look at the messenger with his eyes open, and complained, "It's all your fault for freezing me like this."

The messenger stuck out his tongue, and the pink tip of his tongue lightly brushed over his upper lip. He was a little guilty but more happy from the bottom of his heart, and smiled, "You put it on for me."

The ghost felt that his eyelids were getting heavy, and he didn't even have the strength to roll his eyes at the messenger.

"Get up," said the messenger.

The ghost wanted to shake his head, but wasn't sure if his head was moving or not.

He heard the envoy's footsteps and ran away, thinking that it was terrible, he was going to leave, but after a while, the envoy ran back again, holding his arm with cool fingers, and tugged him hard.

The ghost moved his body and struggled to stand up.

The messenger's arm passed under the ghost's ribs, "Actually, I'm not afraid of the cold." He said.

The ghost snorted.

"Hold on for a while, now I have to get you there."

Hearing these words, the ghost boldly leaned on the messenger.

"This is your room."

"Ah."

It turned out that he just came to confirm where his room was.

"Okay." The messenger let go, and the ghost landed on the bed.

The messenger threw him very rudely.

But...satisfaction.

"Don't go, I'm a patient." The ghost lay on the bed, his eyes full of pleading.

The envoy exhausted all his strength to throw the strong man onto the bed. He rested with his waist pinched, looking at the curled up ghost, convinced in his heart.

It seems that in addition to the word treacherous, he has to add another word to ghosts - glass heart.

1: 1.

☆, you actually yell at others

The ghost hugged the quilt and curled up into a ball.

He looked at the envoy standing by the bed with half-opened eyes, and said pitifully, "Messenger, I am hot and cold now."

The messenger nodded, indicating get, "Oh."

"A little bit of sympathy, okay?"

"Have sympathy for ghosts? Haha, I finally waited until today." The messenger teleported to a place farther away, "Don't infect me."

"Hello!" The ghost yelled with all his strength, and coughed after he finished, as if he was a qualified patient.

"what?"

"Let's go, let's go, no one will care if I die here." The ghost pretended to be angry, and then he covered his head with the quilt.

The emissary would always feel uncomfortable when he heard the word "dead" from someone else's mouth, as if a building had been destroyed in his brain, even if the person was a ghost he hated.

He twitched at the corner of his mouth, stepped forward and tugged at the ghost's quilt, and asked, "It's the first time I know that ghosts can still get sick, so I'm a little excited... What can I do?"

The ghost lifted the quilt, "Are you a human being?"

The messenger curled his lips, "I'm not human..."

Without saying a word, the ghost took the messenger's hand, and the messenger hurriedly pulled back.

"Aren't you going to do something for me?" The ghost was displeased.

"Then why did you touch me?"

The messenger stood a little further away. The ghost touched his hand more than once today. He interlocked with him in the tea room to open any door.

"Cool down." The ghost said in a low voice but confidently, "Forget it, and I don't know who made it like this." The ghost complained, turning its head to the side where there was no messenger.

The messenger felt guilty again.

Well... the last time, after this time, he will definitely not owe ghosts any more favors.

The messenger squeezed his fingers tangledly, and finally obeyed his conscience after struggling, and held the ghost's hand.The messenger's face was facing outwards, with an expression on his face that seemed to be constipated, his eyes were squeezed, his lips were tense, and his muscles were trembling.

The ghost's hand shrank quickly because of the messenger's touch, but he grabbed the messenger's hand at a faster speed, and held it tightly.

He also closed his eyes, enjoying the mint-like refreshing touch of the messenger's body, and the corners of his mouth curved into a zigzag arc.

The ghost was not satisfied with simply holding hands, and immediately said to the messenger, "Come closer."

"what happened again?"

"It's also hot."

The messenger began to grit his teeth, "My hands are so hot from you."

"There's another hand."

"Enough is enough!" The messenger turned his head and shouted at the ghost.

"You..." The ghost's lips trembled, "You actually yelled at me." Even though he said this, his left hand did not move away from the envoy's right hand, but he blinked his eyes vigorously a few times, and when he opened them again, there seemed to be mist inside. .

The envoy said in surprise, "*you are not going to cry, are you?"

The ghost's lips turned into an arched bridge, and he replied, "* I'm holding back."

The messenger was completely defeated, he sighed, kept his right hand still, and pressed his left hand on the ghost's forehead.

"You can lie down and you won't be tired that way."

"You can sleep now." The messenger said coldly.

"Good afternoon, then."

"Good afternoon." The envoy held back his anger and replaced the word "roll" with "Good afternoon."

The messenger stood like that, bent over, and was really tired. After only 10 minutes, he couldn't stand it anymore.

He took his left hand off the ghost's head, but the ghost didn't respond, hoo, finally fell asleep, the messenger shook his head.

He wanted to pull out his right hand, but the ghost held it too tightly, and if he pulled it hard, he would definitely wake him up.

This is the ancestor.

He was afraid.

The messenger observed the sleeping face of the ghost. Because of the fever, his cheeks were red, his eyebrows were straight and thick, his nose bridge was firm, the lines of his face were not too hard, and his cheeks were still a little fleshy. Like two ripe apples, the lips are a little purple from the burn, and have become dry and wrinkled due to the loss of water.

The ghost's eyebrows were slightly frowned, and there were a few vertical fine lines. Looking at these familiar lines, the ghost usually frowns a lot.

As for why...

The messenger looked at the sword on the ghost's chest.

The sword, which has been battle-tested but never rusted, became extremely quiet because of the owner's sleep, like a firework that was about to go out, occasionally blazing.

So it seems...

The ghost is much more docile than usual.

"do not want!"

The sleeping ghost suddenly said such a sentence, which scared the emissary who was quietly observing him so much that his heart skipped a beat. He felt the ghost's left hand suddenly clenched, making his hand feel a little painful.

It's the dream of ghosts.

"Don't kill..." the ghost said again.

The messenger found that the frown of the ghost was getting deeper and deeper, probably because he was dreaming about the past.

Is it an assassin?Soldier?Die at the hands of the enemy?Or comrades?

The messenger began to guess the identity of the ghost. He never wanted to see the past life of ordinary people, but for the first time he became curious about the past of a person. This person was actually the person he hated the most.

The ghost's lips became more and more dry. The emissary wanted to pour him a glass of water, but he couldn't break away from the ghost's hand. He suspected that the ghost was not asleep at all. How could a sleeping person have such great strength.

The messenger finally thought of a way. He froze the moisture in the air on his finger, forming ice, and then gently brushed his finger across the ghost's lips.

Only first.

Ghosts are awakened by freezing.

It wasn't cold, but he woke up when he felt a piece of ice fall into his neck.

The ghost opened his eyes, turned his head, and saw the face of the messenger. He closed his eyes and fell asleep soundly.

And that ice...

When the ghost touches it, it feels icy cold.The ghost took it out for a look, couldn't help laughing, and then put the messenger's left hand on his face.

The messenger hummed softly.

"Sleeping God." The ghost tilted his head and looked at him and said, "He said no, he took advantage of me while I was asleep."

After speaking, he smiled again, and the corners of his eyes formed a line.

In fact, he also knew that the messenger must have put his hand on his forehead to cool him down, and moved his position after falling asleep.

The envoy's right hand was still grasped by himself competently.

The ghost turned around, faced the messenger, and stared at him. If the messenger opened his eyes at this moment, he would be surprised by the tenderness in the ghost's eyes.

The ghost couldn't get enough of the messenger, and he said with deep emotion that the messenger's appearance is so handsome, his skin is so white, and his lips are so bright.The ghost curled its index finger and shaved the messenger's face lovingly. The messenger's face was so tender.

When the messenger opened his eyes, the ghost only stared at his beautiful eyes. Now that the messenger closed his eyes, the ghost realized that his eyelashes were long and dense, like tiny brushes. He must not worry about the dust from the sky falling back into his eyes. Because it is all blocked by eyelashes.

The flame of the ghost sword rushed towards the messenger.

He pressed his chest and said with a smile, "Are you in a hurry too..."

Before the ghost finished speaking, his face changed. His hands tightened suddenly, and he grabbed the clothes on his chest. The sweater twisted in front of his chest. The ghost suddenly let out a muffled groan.

Here comes the pain that never knows when it will strike.

The ghost let go of the messenger's left hand and sat up. He looked at the person who was sleeping peacefully on the bed. The messenger was lying on his side with his legs obediently together, as if he followed strict rules even when sleeping.

The ghost also let go of his right hand, and the place where the palm was attached was already wet.

Messenger is really getting hot.

The ghost's thoughts were interrupted by more severe pain.

He threw his quilt to the messenger, and rushed out of the room as quietly as possible.

There is also a vacant room in the house, which he prepared for the messenger.

The ghost rushed in and closed the door.

The sound of closing the door was a bit loud, and he wondered why he didn't come in through the wall, so as not to wake up the messenger.

Then, his knees couldn't support the weight of his body, and he knelt heavily on the ground.

He has seen God, but he has never kneeled before God.

God didn't value these things, and after giving him a test, he turned and left.

Except for the elders of the Jin family, Jin Yu only knelt down to one person.

That was his king, his king who could never reach him even though he was separated by a hundred steps.

At the end of 900 years ago, he knelt and fell in front of him. Until now, the sword bestowed on him still makes Jin Yu kneel!

Jin Yu wanted to pull out the sword.

He has remembered those blood and fire for 900 years, enough, really enough.

When is the end?The sword is an endless reminder of his past, not letting go of his dreams.

Jin Ling held the hilt of the sword, shouted loudly, and began to draw the sword!

The already cloudy sky suddenly thundered and thundered.

In an instant, he thought of the messenger who was still sleeping.

After all, I am selfish, my only wish in this life is to end this long life.

That person... As a similar person, would he really understand his own pain?

Jin Yu was sweating profusely from the pain, and the motionless sword made him anxious and tired. He arched his body weakly, and his head almost touched the ground.

At this moment, the door was opened.

The messenger had already noticed that he had woken up when the ghost hurriedly covered him with a quilt. He heard the ghost run out and slam the door. He didn't know what happened and didn't care. Can no longer sit idly by, hesitated for a while or chose to open the door and enter.

Jin Ling knew who it was without even looking up.

Can't...can't let him see it.

"go out."

"What's wrong with you..." the messenger asked with concern.

"Get out!" Jin Ling raised his eyes suddenly, his eyes were red, as if he was bloodthirsty just now!

"Ghost..." The messenger was startled and called his name.

Seeing that the messenger had no intention of going out, the ghost slapped the ground with one hand, and an evil wind came from the ground inexplicably, and rushed towards the messenger. On the ground, I didn't stand up for a while.

The door closed faster than the messenger landed.

The ghost only heard a bang, and when he looked up again, he couldn't see what was going on outside the door.

☆、Social you bro

The messenger fell to the ground.

It's not very painful, just...a little dizzy.

He propped himself up on the ground, trying to get up, and happily settle accounts with the ghosts.

Before the emissary could open his mouth to curse the ghost, his mind became trance, and everything he saw was indistinct. In this situation, he only had one understanding—another personality was about to control his body.

The messenger's arm went limp uncontrollably, and his face landed directly on the ground with a "snap".

This time it really hurts.

"I'll go..." About a minute later, the "messenger" rubbed his head and stood up again. He put his hands on his forehead, looked around, and said happily, "Ah, new environment."

The "messenger" didn't pay too much attention to this place he had never been to. From the position and direction of his mouth gnawing on the ground, he judged that he was just thrown out of the front room.

The man licked his lips, and the smell of blood spread from the tip of his tongue to his stomach.

He wiped his lips with his hand, and took a look in front of his eyes. There was a little red mark on the back of his white hand. His teeth must have broken his lower lip when he hit the ground.

The "messenger" raised his eyes, his eyes were stern, and he was about to punch through the door of the room where the ghost was. You are too bad."

The ghost gave up drawing the sword, and the pain slowly passed away like a tide falling over time, leaving the ghost with a pale face, dry lips, and thin beads of sweat on his forehead.

He offended the messenger.

When I don’t want the messenger to see me in a mess, and I don’t want him to find out that I am actually powerless and let others slaughter me, the ghost comforts itself because I am afraid that the messenger will look down on me after seeing it, and it will be more difficult to catch up. But the underlying reason is that the ghost blames himself I also understand very well in my heart.

He is afraid of seeing pity in the eyes of others, especially if that person is someone he likes.

The envoy is soft-hearted, and it will definitely develop like this in the future.

Thousand-year-old ghosts are used to carrying everything by themselves. I can let you know that this is a very awesome thing with a sword through my body, but I can't tell you that this sword always reminds me of everything I have experienced in the past with pain. , even if he has a favorite object, the ghost has never longed for a warm embrace from the other party, but... he really wants to hug the messenger.

Think more now.

After 1 minute, the ghost was not thinking about worrying about losing face, but became—why the messenger is silent, is he injured?If I throw the messenger down, he will hate me, right?I immediately gave the answer after thinking about it, of course I would hate it, if I were an emissary, I would not only hate it, but I would have to kill the ghost again after smashing the house at this moment.

It's over, the messenger will never fall in love with me again 555555 The storm cries.

The ghost drooped its head, and waited for the intense heartbeat to subside to an acceptable level before standing up while supporting the messenger's bed.

The door was opened again.

messenger?Hearing the sound of footsteps, the ghost looked over expectantly.

Very good!It's the messenger!The messenger is back!No injuries!However, there seems to be blood on the lips...

Looking at that look again, it is cold and dark like a bottomless lake that has been frozen for thousands of years.

This gaze pressed on the ghost, which made the ghost who was already guilty tremble.

"Ashi..." The ghost glanced at the messenger, then lowered his head, facing the messenger shamelessly.

"Ashi?" Li He repeated, he wanted to beat up the ghost, but when he heard this name, his thinking turned to another direction, "He lived with you? In just one day?"

When the ghost heard the word "he", he suddenly raised his head, "You are..."

"Hell Messenger." The man raised his eyebrows.

"Li He?" The ghost suddenly realized, and the messenger's second personality appeared, which meant that his actions made the messenger feel dangerous.

The ghost realized this, and felt a chill in his heart, full of regret, you have gone too far, Jin Ling.

The man looked at the ghost arrogantly with his arms folded. He saw a look of bewilderment flashing across the ghost's face, and his eyes dodged, and he didn't even dare to look at him. Are you guilty of winning a fight?

The "messenger" replied, "Li He was named by him, and I didn't admit it."

Hearing this, the ghost suddenly glared at him.

This "messenger" was chattering when he talked, and he was also chattering when he looked at people. The arrogance could be seen in his eyes, condescending, with a bit of contempt that didn't put anyone in his eyes.As for the real messenger, although his eyes are cold, they are like a crystal-clear brook, the snow is willing to melt in it, and he tried his best to show that he is dragging, but the ghosts have long known that it is okay for the messenger to deceive those ghosts , to him it's just a paper tiger, which can be broken at the first poke, and after removing the shell, he finds out that it is a meowing, well-behaved cat.

Such a lovable messenger, but his body is occupied by this person in front of him.

But what the ghost didn't realize was that usually he himself was like Li Hyuk, with no one in his eyes, so many people to look at that he didn't like to look at anyone, if he thought about this, it's not hard to understand why the envoy bothered him.

"What did you mean by just one day?"

Li Hyuk curled his lips impatiently, "From the fact that you know my existence, you should also know why I appear."

The ghost glared at Li He maliciously, and didn't answer, which was regarded as tacit consent.

"Ashi," Li He paused, tasted the title, and said, "Tsk, besides me, there are actually people calling him that."

The ghost didn't like the messenger at all. Although he only met twice, he snatched the messenger's body away. It was the messenger he liked.He was puzzled, it was obviously one person, one face, how could there be such a big difference in appearance.Now he just wants to drive this person away and bring the messenger back, but thinking that he only appeared after hurting the messenger Li Hyuk, the ghost hates him even more.

"Ashi children are afraid of the dark, it's funny, so I will come out every night."

This answer made the ghost's mouth open in surprise, and then he wanted to cry but had no tears.

Li Hyuk will appear every night?After that, is he going to spend every night with Li Hyuk?

No!

"Don't want to see me?" Li He seemed to have heard the ghost's inner thoughts, approached the ghost, and asked in a frivolous tone.

"How will he come back?" the ghost had to ask the messenger.

"I won't let him come back." Li Hyuk played a rogue, he remembered something, and said, "I forgot to ask, what did you do to him? Did you hit him?" Li Hyuk said, rolling He rolled up his sleeves and approached the ghost with bad eyes.

"I..." The ghost was speechless.

"Look," Li He raised his lips to show the ghost, "it's all bleeding!"

Although it is Lee Hyuk's personality, but the lips are the lips of the messenger, still fresh and fresh.

If it is a real messenger, the ghost will definitely shout, "You are teasing! You are teasing naked!"

But facing this Li Hyuk, the ghost could only answer in silence, not even wanting to apologize to this personality.

"I'm not an envoy. It's so easy to be fooled and bullied, so please pay attention." Li He said in the tone of a social brother.