every soul loves you

Exuding the light of a big brother in society.

Ah Shi, I will cover you.

Hearing this, the ghost felt inexplicably sour. It's my lord who will protect him from now on, not you brat!

"Let him come back." The ghost's attitude restrained a little.

"Think beautifully!" Li He was resolute.He lowered his eyes, frowned, and then raised his head to criticize the ghost, "I said, don't you even feed the envoy?"

"Ah?" The ghost often forgets that he still has to eat. It's cloudy outside, and he doesn't know if it's two o'clock in the afternoon or five o'clock in the afternoon, but the messenger... is actually hungry!

"So you still want to chase him?"

"I..." The ghost was so blocked that he couldn't speak.

Wait?How did Li He know that he wanted to chase the emissary?

Li He shook his head resentfully, "I'm leaving, Ashi still has a lot of messes waiting for me to deal with."

"what's up?"

"Ask him yourself." Li Hyuk turned around, took two steps and then stopped, "Oh, by the way, the envoy is not only afraid of the dark, he is also afraid of one thing, which is even more funny, haha." Li Hyuk couldn't bear it as he spoke Laughed out loud.

"What is he afraid of?"

"Afraid—ghost—" Li He dropped these two words, teleported from the room to the main entrance, and turned around again, and the person was gone.

The ghost stood there, watching Li He's back disappear.

Hell messenger afraid of ghosts?This is the same as ghosts getting sick, it seems like a big joke, but he didn't laugh out loud like Li He, because ghosts can get sick, and the hell messenger can naturally be afraid of ghosts.

If what Li Hyuk said was true, then wouldn't a messenger who was afraid of ghosts be in a deeper hell.

Lee Hyuk was imagined because of this.

Jin Ling sat on the bed, his palms tightened, and the pure white sheet was slightly wrinkled. He fell into the memories and smiled imperceptibly, a fleeting smile.

Although he has lived to such an advanced age, some memories are still so clear that even he himself finds it unbelievable.

Those small passing things are like tiny woolen threads, which are picked up by unintentional crochet-like words, and you find that the memory related to that person is actually like a tight net, and those woolen threads are all here. Within the large net, if one is hooked up, everything will be hooked up.

"General, I don't want to hear ghost stories."

"Is Your Highness afraid of ghosts?"

"I'm not afraid if you're here, but you can't be with me every day, you still have to fight."

"That's right, the minister won't talk about it."

☆, 12

It has been cloudy for a week, and the light rain is annoying.

But the two ladies in the fried chicken shop were not affected by the rain.

There are no guests, and Sunny is happy to be at leisure. She sits by the window, rests her chin, and looks out of the window in a daze.

"It doesn't seem to be as beautiful as me." Sunny, who was sitting still, suddenly said this.

En Zhuo, who was reviewing his homework, heard it and responded with a smile, "Boss, are you in a beauty pageant?"

"Yeah, I'm a judge on the street." Sunny said leisurely. Her voice was pleasant, like the rustling sound of autumn wind blowing through the leaves, and when she spoke, she was not in a hurry, softly, like reciting a poem.

If ordinary people say such things, Enzhuo may wonder who you are, but if it is her boss who said this, she is really convinced, because her boss is a veritable beauty.

An oval face, beautiful facial features, flawless skin, smart eyes, sexy lips, and... a hot body.

"Eun Zhuo, when will you return the umbrella to the ghost?"

"Boss, do you really believe what I say?"

"I believed you, but you're suspicious of me?" Sunny had seen enough, walked to En Zhuo who was Wen Shu, and blinked at En Zhuo.

En Zhuo was stunned, his mind was not on the problem he had just done, but on a new problem - what should my boss do to wink me every now and then.

"No, because I myself feel that this is a fairy tale."

Since she was very young, her mother told her that her life was saved by ghosts. If you are lucky enough to see ghosts when you grow up, remember to say thank you to him.

En Zhuo believed in what her mother said from the beginning to the end. Even being able to see ghosts, she thought it was a superpower bestowed on her by ghosts, but unfortunately, she had never seen ghosts until she was 19 years old.

The ghosts are probably very busy, En Zhuo thinks so, she will pray for the ghosts every new year, and tell her gratitude, if you can't meet, thank you in this way.

But just today, when she went to the supermarket to buy something and was about to rush out in the rain, someone hurriedly gave her an umbrella and said, "I'll give it to you."

She didn't react at all at the time, but subconsciously took it, and when she looked closely, the tall man had already walked away quickly, as if he was in a hurry to catch up with someone.

"Ghost!"

En Zhuo didn't realize when the female ghost who had just disappeared appeared, and her voice almost scared En Zhuo's soul away.

She couldn't behave abnormally in front of the crowd, her heart was beating rapidly, and when she opened the umbrella to cover the rain, En Zhuo asked the female ghost excitedly, "Is that person just now a ghost?"

"Yeah, or can I disappear in fear?"

En Zhuo clenched the umbrella handle tightly, and it seemed that there was still a ghostly breath on it.

found it.

Chi Enzhuo returned to Sunny's store with the umbrella and told her about the ghost she encountered today.She half-truthfully told Sunny her story before, but she dared not say that she could see ghosts, so as not to scare her boss, even the ghost itself became the code name of her benefactor in her story.

Legend has it that ghosts, like gods, can fulfill human wishes, as long as you call him sincerely.

Chi Enzhuo tried hard to recall the scene of seeing the ghost in the morning, but it was too hasty at that time, she could only remember that he was wearing a dark blue coat and his back was handsome.

His tone of voice...

"Send it to you."

There is no temperature at all, and there is a sense of indifference and alienation.

Chi Enzhuo smiled, probably there is always a gap between fantasy and reality, if not, the female ghost would not be scared away by him.

She knew the address of the ghost from the mouth of the female ghost. To Chi Enzhuo's surprise, the ghost lived in the same city as her, and the distance was not too far.

She planned to return the umbrella to the ghost tomorrow, and thank you by the way.

"Enzhuo..." Sunny's voice was the same as usual, but Chi Enzhuo caught a trace of excitement from it.

Chi Enzhuo was pinched by Sunny by the shoulder, and she saw a man push the door open.

En Zhuo has always been calm in his dealings with others, it seems that this person can't help being startled.

Not for anything else, just purely handsome, so handsome.

The store turned on the lights early because of the dark clouds covering the sun, but the people who came were like the rising sun, which was brighter than the lights in the room.

The skin is better than snow, and the jade tree is facing the wind...

These are the eight words Chi Enzhuo first thought of, and also her first impression.

It is estimated that Sunny behind her had the same idea as her, and even forgot to greet the guests.

Chi Enzhuo jumped up, picked up the menu and ran over, "Hello customer, what do you need?"

"Isn't it a fried chicken shop? What else is there besides fried chicken?" the man asked.

Out of... out of words?

This is the third word given by Chi Enzhuo, but for the sake of his handsomeness, I forgive him.

Looking at the man from a close distance, Chi Enzhuo felt that this face was too delicate, like a crown of jade, lips like fat, straight nose and thin lips, there was nothing imperfect.

It was so perfect that she was almost heartbroken.

But he seems to belong to the category of beauty without knowing it, he doesn't know how to cherish his beauty at all, he doesn't even open an umbrella, there are sporadic raindrops on his body, most of the hair on his forehead is wet, and he was randomly pushed aside, Some are piled up in a mess, revealing a smooth forehead.

The fly in the ointment is that although the man has a pair of quite bright eyes, it is a guarded look, which makes people feel distant.

"There are also many kinds of fried chicken."

Chi Enzhuo breathed a sigh of relief, the store manager finally came back to his senses and rescued himself.

"What kind?" Li He asked.

"Original fried chicken, seasoned fried chicken, soy sauce fried chicken, honey fried chicken..."

"Is honey fried chicken sweet?" Li He thought of the messenger.

"Not too sweet."

"I want the original flavor." Li He touched his stomach in such a deflated state, he probably hadn't eaten all day.

"Okay, right away." Sunny was still steady.

"Wait..." Li He was only thinking about being hungry just now, and didn't pay attention to the person in front of him at all.

"Is there anything else you need, customer?"

Li He looked at the beautiful woman in front of him, and a feeling of being unable to grasp it crossed his heart, he suddenly didn't know why he had to stop her.

"Nothing, hurry up."

"Yes." Sunny said with a smile.

Li He shook his head, and suddenly felt pain in his head, "Are you going back, no way..."

He propped his head up and closed his eyes in pain.

"customer?"

A girl's voice called him.

The "messenger" opened his eyes as if waking up from a dream, Chi Enzhuo's smile gradually became clear, and there was an extra glass of water on the table.

"Customer, is there any discomfort?"

"No, thank you." He held the water glass.

The envoy didn't come back, he was still Li He.

But what is that feeling?

Seems familiar?

Thinking too much, so what if it seems familiar?The memory won't come back.

Li Hyuk took a sip of water and moistened his tense throat.

☆、Don't touch me

tea room.

Li Hyuk took off his half-wet sweater and threw it on the chair in the tea room.

He only wore a white vest next to his body, and his collarbone was exposed at the neckline. The messenger was thin and his supraclavicular socket was deeply sunken. If there was a competition to put coins, he must be the best among them.

The messenger's skin was very fair, so the lips looked particularly bright. Once Li Hyuk felt curious, he wiped his lips vigorously with the back of his hand, and finally verified that it was a natural lip color without any application.

"It's really a dangerous color." Li Hyuk stared at the peach-colored lips in the mirror, and came to such a conclusion.

When the messenger is wearing clothes, people's attention is easy to focus on his face, but once the clothes are off, the other part of the messenger is more eye-catching.

On the left side of the back of the messenger's neck, there is a black tattoo, which is a small and delicate flower. When the messenger bows his head, the slender neck bends into a beautiful arc, and the flower is completely in full bloom in the air. inside.

Li Hyuk put on his shirt, and the collar just covered the pattern.

He put on the uniform he left here in the morning again, fastened the buttons one by one from top to bottom with his bony fingers, his movements were slow and elegant, he lowered his head as if thinking about something, and when he was arranging his clothes, his gaze was only Lifting up, the light in the eyes is cold, and the light smile is commensurate with it.

Haha, you can go out wandering as an envoy again.

Hi Sen~~~~~~~~

Li Hyuk is the messenger's split personality, but he doesn't have the slightest affection for the messenger. When Li Hyuk knew that he was the messenger's sub-personality, he still wondered and laughed, "Am I split to hate him?"

Every time the emissary encounters an evil spirit, the main character will act like a turtle, waiting for Li He to come out and clean up the mess. this body.

It is much more useful for him to be in the "envoy group" than the envoys, he is one of the ten, and sometimes Li Hyuk would think, "I am the master."

Li Hyuk took out the pockets of his uniform, the envoy's study notes were placed in the left pocket, and the change was placed in the right pocket.

Li Hyuk would take a lot of notes every time he had a training session or a seminar.

The task I received this time is to eliminate the "Evil Ghost Gang".When Li He came out to take over the shift at night, there was the messenger's note in front of him, the words on it were arranged neatly and densely, and he must have wished to write down every word the teacher said. Li He laughed at his rigid dogma in his heart.

He didn't listen to the lecture, anyway, it's not that he can't remember, he leaned on the backrest with his arms folded and looked at the teacher coldly, and even wanted to cross his legs.

Some other hell emissaries came to ask, "Student, don't you write notes?"

Li He snorted, "Idiots only take notes."

The man glanced at the notebook on his desk, then at Li He, and turned his head silently.

However, the messenger's notes this time were different.

One night, Li Hyuk saw that the envoy had drawn a picture on the notebook.

This is really strange.

Li He picked it up and saw that it was still an abstract figure, with a big head, two pointed ears, a hook and a straight line for the nose and mouth, two inverted triangles for the eyes, and only arms and legs.If it wasn't for the word "ghost" in the signature, Li He would have thought he had drawn some evil ghost.

Li He looked at these two words, and a flash of light suddenly flashed in his head. He remembered that in the notebook where the two of them communicated (in fact, only the envoy has been talking to Li He), the envoy wrote down an entry, which read: , "Ghosts = Yunnan Baiyao?"

This... the messenger hooked up with the ghost?

When Li Hyuk reappeared today, this inference was confirmed. All the messenger's things were placed in the living room of the ghost's house?Both live together?

Looking at the ghost’s forbearance to the messenger (although it is Li Hyuk’s personality), it is clear that the lover slandered me, deceived me, humiliated me, laughed at me, belittled me, despised me, hated me, and lied to me. How to deal with it?

Then I will endure him, let him, let him, and bear him.

There is a play!

But Li Hyuk was very entangled, although there was a lot of fun watching, but your body is also my body, Ah Shi!

But it doesn't seem to matter, it should be fun to go to ghosts.

The story of the messenger's left pocket is over, the right pocket...

Li Hyuk touched it, huh?Why are there two coins missing?Fortunately, the remaining money is enough to pay off the food owed to the fried chicken shop.

That's right, Li Hyuk didn't bring any money when he went to eat fried chicken.

Only one IOU was left for Sunny.

"Today I owe 50 yuan to the fried chicken shop."

No signature.

The ghost is restless.

He ran from his bedroom to the bedroom prepared for the messenger, watching TV and playing with his mobile phone, but he didn't remember a single word he read, and he didn't hear a word of the lines he listened to. He was going crazy.

The ghost looked at the luggage quietly placed in the living room, and finally couldn't help it, and called Dehua.

"Uncle, what's the matter?"

The ghost showed the majesty of a ghost and asked, "I have a few things I want to consult with you."

"Consultation? Haha, uncle, could it be that you have encountered some difficulties in love? Then I am indeed an expert, so you can tell me."

The ghost coughed twice, "I'm not in love yet."

"Little~ke~love~" Dehua said these three words in a twisted manner.

When the ghost heard this address, its feet on the ground were placed side by side, facing each other, and they rubbed happily, with a contented expression on their faces.

Ah, miss him so much.

"If you offend the other party, how can you keep him from getting angry?" the ghost began to ask.

"Huh? Uncle, have you offended someone before talking about it?"

"I...that...that's how it is anyway." The ghost faltered.

"That depends on the extent of the offense."

"I..." The ghost was even more difficult to say.

"Say the wrong thing? Do the wrong thing? Sitting on his clothes? Stopping him from shopping? Don't listen to his nagging?"

"No."

"Then what's the matter? You can't hit him with your hands."

"Yes..." the ghost replied, he had already kicked off his slippers, his legs were on the sofa, and he was pressing his left and right feet against each other helplessly.

"Uncle!" Dehua exclaimed.

The ghost pulled his face and pouted, as if a child who did something wrong was being taught by an adult.

"you are hopeless."

Dehua's words made the ghost feel cold.

"That's why I called you!" The ghost went crazy.

"How can you hit your cutie?!" Dehua on the other end was more excited than the ghost.

"Speaking of... Oh, tell me what to do, or it will continue to rain these days."

De Hua sighed and saved the ghost who was about to despair, "First, apologize sincerely, second, buy him something, the more expensive the better, third, hug him and kiss him."

"Is it okay?" The ghost saw a glimmer of hope.

"You won't know until you try."

So the ghost immediately took a bath, changed his clothes and put on his shoes, and then hurried out. The ghosts he encountered avoided one after another, but he still caught one who ran slowly.

"Have you seen the messenger of hell? This area?"

"Fried...fried chicken shop, I saw it there this afternoon..." The soul who was stopped by the ghost felt as if he had a heart again and was about to stop suddenly again.

"Okay, thank you." The ghost let go of Soul's hand. Soul seized the opportunity to slip away, but was grabbed by the collar again by the ghost. He was expressionless but full of oppression, "Lead the way."

Sunny put away the IOU.

Although the man had already paid back the money, she still wanted to keep his handwriting. This man's handwriting seemed to be different from his appearance, a little scribbled, but with a flamboyant beauty.

At that time, she still thought that this man could write delicate lowercase letters.

Just as the door was about to close, someone came in again.

"Welcome." En Zhuo greeted warmly.

The tall and long-legged man nodded, looked at the two, and asked En Zhuo first, "May I ask if you have seen one..." The ghost stopped, thought about how to describe the messenger, and then continued, "A skin with skin White like a vampire, red like a man with lipstick on? About my height, wearing a gray sweater, or black uniform."

En Zhuo and Sunny looked at each other, and immediately understood who he was talking about. Although this description is not very good, the characteristic reference is really obvious.

Moreover, whether it was a gray sweater or a black uniform, this man wore them all.

When he came to check out the second time, the man was still holding a black hat in his hand.

Meeting Sunny's puzzled eyes, the ghost explained, "He is my friend, and he didn't bring a mobile phone. I tried to find him but couldn't get in touch."

Sunny asked, "How do you know he's been to our place?"

"Inquire all the way."

"He...he went there." En Zhuo pointed to the ghost in a direction.

"Thank you." The ghost squeezed out a smile.

Sunny looked at the ghost's back and said with a smile, "Did you just tell him that? This guy is pretty handsome too."

"Boss, he's very similar to the person I'm looking for," En Zhuo showed a look of embarrassment, "and... I also know what it means by asking all the way..."

Also, En Zhuo also guessed who the person he was looking for was, remembering that he was still smiling like a flower at that man, En Zhuo felt lingering fear in his heart.

Sunny: "Huh?"

"The dead, respond to the messenger's call."

When Li He read these words, his voice was very low, it was undoubtedly a call from hell.

The most important thing is that he is not afraid of ghosts or the dark, so there is no psychological burden at all when performing tasks at night.

During this period of time, the "Envoys" will often work overtime to deal with the rampant "Ghost Gang". Tonight Li Hyuk has two goals.

This is the first one.

When Li He was about to catch another evil spirit, he heard someone calling him, "Messenger."

The voice was familiar to him now, it was a ghost.

Li He turned his head and snorted, "Yo, ghost..." Before he could say the strange words, Li He's head reacted and began to ache.

He held onto the tree by the side of the road, and thought to himself, can you not help coming out when you hear his voice? If you have ghosts, you don’t need me, ungrateful emissary!

Seeing this, the ghost knew that Li Hyuk was still in the messenger's body, but judging from his reaction, it seemed that the two personalities were undergoing a transformation.

He stepped forward and asked anxiously, "You now..."

The ghost wants to help the messenger.

"Don't come here..." Just as this sentence was finished, Li Hyuk's personality pulled away, and the messenger's personality returned. For a moment, a strong sense of dizziness struck, and the messenger couldn't stand still, took two steps back, and just leaned on the on a tree.

"Ashi?" Seeing the Messenger's painful appearance, the ghost cried out, grabbing his arm and feeling extremely anxious.

The street lamps on the side of the street dazzled in the eyes of the messenger, and besides that, there was a nearby figure.After the messenger's eyes were focused, he realized that the person was a ghost.

The memory of being thrown away in the afternoon came back to my mind with the throbbing of my temples.

Half a beat later than the return of memory, the messenger realized that his arm was being supported by the ghost.

His first reaction was to shake off the ghost's hand, and said in a very cold tone, "Don't touch me."

The ghost let go, the emissary stepped back, he followed suit, got closer to the emissary, and opened his mouth, "I'm sorry, I was wrong, I was impulsive, I didn't think so much, I shouldn't use so much effort ,sorry……"

First, apologize sincerely.

The emissary was fainting, so how could he be in the mood to listen to him, but he was afraid that he would faint in front of him again, so he hugged the tree in front of him with all his strength.

Why are you hugging a tree? Hug me.

The messenger heard the ghost's inner voice and cursed, "Rogue."

Uh……

"Let's go home first, we'll talk when we get home." The ghost persuaded the messenger kindly.

"That's your home, if you want to go back, you can go back."

"That's your home now."

"I didn't say I would rent your house." The messenger's voice weakened a lot, and he tilted his head.

Seeing him holding on like this, the ghost became angry, and his true nature was exposed, "Okay, since this is the case, don't want your things anymore, I will burn all those files for you."

"You rascal..." The envoy frowned tightly. If he hadn't hated ghosts too much, he would have lost his sanity long ago if he had been holding his breath against him.

"Give it up and go home with me." The ghost suddenly looked serious, and pulled the messenger's arm off the tree.

"I don't." The messenger refused.

Looking at his poor little appearance, the ghost felt distressed and angry, as if he was too bad, what was the difference between this and when he "beat" him.

Then he lowered his voice again, "Ashi, be obedient, let go quickly."

"You are so annoying, why should I listen to you!" The dizziness was bit by bit depriving the messenger of the ability to speak and hug the tree.Although he yelled, the messenger couldn't remember what he said at all.

"Because you are a fool." The ghost replied, ready to hug the messenger.

The messenger's hand loosened slowly, and his body fell down. He felt like ink dripping from the tip of a brush, which would eventually fall to pieces in the darkness.

However, it was in front of him again.

Um?He appeared, why did Lee Hyuk disappear.

The messenger can only think of this.

Then, what greeted him was Hei Le who broke him to pieces.

However, there was no fall.

The ghost caught him, and it was also a black ghost, like an endless pool of mellow ink, bearing the weight of the messenger.

When the messenger fell into the arms of the ghost, the ghost seemed to hear a pleasant ticking sound, and his life, which was like a pool of stagnant water, seemed to come back to life.

The two merged into one in the night.

Holding the messenger in his arms, he said softly, "I will listen to you this time, and I will listen to you in the future."

The messenger slept in the arms of the ghost and did not answer.

☆, confession

Two in the morning.

The home of ghosts.

The ghost sat on the sofa near the window, watching the messenger without moving.

The messenger was very quiet when he fell asleep, lying on his back all the time, not turning over, snoring, grinding his teeth, or talking in his sleep, and he couldn't even notice his breathing, as quiet as if he had passed away.

The ghost is very envious of this kind of sleep quality, because he often suffers from insomnia at night, and even when he falls asleep, he will dream, except for Iron Horse Binghe, which was a teenager at that time.

Although he has lived to be 930 years old, his teenage years are like every ordinary person, staying in the most brilliant few years of his life forever.

The memories he possessed during his 29 years of existence as a human being are almost all the material of his dreams, and the hasty and tragic ending of his life that was truncated in the middle often reappears in his dreams.

He let himself think he had forgotten, but dreams were no fool.

If you haven't forgotten, even if you live to the age where you should lose your memory.

Jin Yu died at the age of 29, and now, as soon as he closes his eyes, he can see the sky that day, the sky is dazzlingly blue, eerily quiet, and desolately beautiful.

The ghost approached the Messenger's bed and sat by it.

He is on the blacklist of the "Apostle Corps", because 19 years ago he temporarily softened his heart to satisfy the wishes of mankind and created an "other omission", but even so, the messenger of hell will still detour when he sees him.

A year ago, he wasn't the messenger of hell in this area.

At that time, the ghost was just bored and wanted to find someone to relieve his boredom, so he casually struck up a conversation with the person inside the wall, but in the end, he got a response.

The ghost was a bit of a surprise.

It's been too long since he's met someone who makes him feel interesting.

The ghost's hand moved sideways along the messenger's bangs, he didn't know that the eyes he was looking at the messenger were full of pity.

He remembered that when the messenger saw his luggage thrown out by the landlord yesterday morning, he was obviously very sad but pretended to be indifferent, which made him lose all sense of humor, and only felt distressed.

This person said he didn't hurt even if it hurt, and said he wasn't afraid even if he was afraid. He has been like this for 300 years, trying to face what he fears the most.

The ghost doesn't want to laugh at him at all now, what he thinks now is that it is better for the messenger to be bullied by him alone at home than being bullied outside.

Hey.

The envoy's room originally only had a bed and a sofa. Two weeks ago, he seized the opportunity that the envoy could see the "sword" and wanted to rent the house to the envoy, so he asked him to come and have a look. If they don't agree with each other, they will be arrogant, and then they will play disappearance.

During the two weeks that the ghost waited for him to come back, he installed a storage cabinet on one wall, a bedside table and two lamps on the bed, a bookcase at the door, a single sofa and a small table in the middle, and a small table in the corner. A simple painting, the entire room is simply furnished, and the large storage cabinet is also very suitable for his office work. He thinks the envoy will like it.

Oh, and the sheets, quilt, all pure white.

The reason why he arranged this was due to the strict official image left by the messenger.

When he first met the messenger, he was wearing a suit, a white shirt, and a tie, and by the way, that rustic gentleman hat on his head.

When the ghost thought of their scene at that time, the corners of his mouth always raised involuntarily.

Actually...he can admit it now, the envoy was very handsome that day.

And this time it must be Li Hyuk who is wearing clothes, as can be seen from the style of dressing.

The shirt he was wearing had two buttons unbuttoned, and a piece of white skin on his chest was exposed.

The ghost took off the messenger's uniform like taking care of a baby. When he lifted the messenger's body to strip his clothes, he was careless, really careless. Of course, maybe because of nervousness, his fingers caught the messenger's shirt. The nudity became even bigger, and the ghost was sweating straight away, trying to straighten out his uncoordinated fingers, but at this moment, the ghost discovered the tattoo on the back of the messenger's neck.

The ghost was slightly surprised, and the messenger added another thing that made him curious.For a moment, he wanted to take off the messenger's clothes to look at the pattern, but he finally gave up on this idea. Anyway, there will be opportunities in the future, so why sneak around today.

After smoothing the messenger's hair, the ghost held his hand beside him. He doubted the messenger's words, could such a cold body really not be cold?

Only one lamp on the bedside table was turned on, and the warm light enveloped the two of them, and the shadow of the ghost was enlarged on the bed and the wall, enveloping the messenger.

"Don't be afraid anymore, it's good if I'm here. So, Li He doesn't need to come out." The ghost said while squeezing the messenger's hand.

The messenger's biological clock wakes up at six o'clock in the morning.

He sat up ignorantly, took off the quilt, turned around, stretched his legs, put on his shoes...

Wait a minute, the slippers are not yours.

The room is not your own?

The bed is not your own?

So this is...

Ghost house!

The messenger didn't even have time to put on his shoes, so he hurried out of the room, crossed the dining room, and wanted to go to the ghost's room to question him, but when he went out, he heard the singing of the ghost, and the messenger had already run to the center of the living room, so he saw the ghost in the kitchen. Busy figure.

He turned his back to himself and was singing, "You are so beautiful~~~~~~You are so beautiful~~~~~~~~Hmmmmmm~~~~~~~"

"Ghost!"

"Ah?" The ghost turned around and asked excitedly, "Are you up?"

"I..." The messenger wanted to yell at the ghost fiercely, but after thinking about it carefully, last night... seemed to have fainted again...

"You?" The ghost's hand holding the seasoning stopped in mid-air.

Then, the ghost's eyes aimed at the messenger's neck and the "V"-shaped part below.

It's not that he wants to see it, it's too eye-catching.

The messenger had no idea that three of his buttons were now undone. . . . . .

And... the ghost looked down again, why didn't he put on his shoes, he had already put new slippers by the bed.

The messenger followed the ghost's gaze and looked down, his face flushed red.

"What the hell is going on with you!" The envoy frantically grabbed his shirt to protect his chest, and finally burst out with a blushing face.

"Hey, I took you home with good intentions, but you are here to ask me what's going on?" The ghost quit and threw the seasoning on the table.

"I didn't let you..."

"Yes, you didn't let me, so what do you mean you fainted when you saw me? Did you ask me to throw you on the side of the road and let the evil spirits kill you? Or declare to your colleagues in the messenger group, Chengbei Cave The messenger of hell, afraid of the dark and ghosts?"

"You!" The envoy pointed at the ghost in disbelief, but before he opened his mouth to fight back, a teardrop rolled down from the corner of his eye. The scalding temperature and sudden speed made the envoy dazed.

In fact, the envoy couldn't think of any reason to fight back now, and the ghost's words were heart-piercing and eye-piercing.

I'm afraid it's what I think 5555555555

Both were stunned by the tear.

For the ghost, this tear is the biggest counterattack against him. It came without warning and without technical content, but it is more lethal than any vicious words.

"Ashi..."

The ghost teleported to the messenger in a panic, "You, you, me, me... no, I didn't mean that!"

The messenger turned his head to the side, his throat rolled, and he calmed down a little. He didn't expect that he would suddenly lose his composure. It was probably because of the pressure from work recently, and the ghosts always found faults for no reason, and Li He even rebelled. , It is excusable for him to cry to decompress.

It's just... enough for him to make the ghost laugh every time.

The messenger pursed his lower lip, and when he looked at the ghost again, his eyes were colder than ever. He asked, "Have you seen enough?"

The ghost was in a panic at this time, and he lost his usual calmness and arrogance. He said submissively, "Ashi..."

"Don't be so friendly, I don't know you very well."

Hearing the words, the ghost had a dazed expression on his face.

Unfamiliar?

That means I've been being self-indulgent.

The envoy said coldly again, "Since you know that I have this problem, then don't appear in front of me, or you will have to trouble me—" The envoy stopped for a while, closed his eyes, and the color on his face seemed to have changed. A little pale, he opened his eyes and continued, "'Hold' back——"

The messenger endured his disgust and finished speaking, then turned and went back to the bedroom to pack up and leave.

The bewildered ghost was left standing in the living room.

"But I like you!" The ghost, who was about to cry bitterly after the messenger, shouted to the figure who was about to disappear forever.

The emissary only took two or three steps, and just as he took this step, his back foot hadn't caught up with the front foot, and his body stopped just like that.

Time stopped flowing because of the ghost's words.

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Laymen generally use the technique of "pressing water" to rate a diver, but the ghost is obviously a failed diver. He ran and flew out of the diving platform, and then fell straight to the bottom of the water under the action of gravity.

Bang-!

The moment it fell into the water, the water almost splashed onto the auditorium.

Suddenly there was a loud noise in the ear of the messenger, as if he had watched the reckless diving performance of the ghost on the spot, and then was splashed all over his body.

The messenger turned around naturally, but the lips and eyes were like heated shells at the same time