every soul loves you

He stretched out his hand, and put it down before touching the messenger's shoulder.

"That's it. I won't forgive you, but I don't want to see you like this. You...have been punished enough."

The messenger heard the departing footsteps of the ghost.

With tears in his eyes, he put on his sweater, then sat on the ground and continued to cry quietly.

The skin on his face was sore with tears.

"Did you cry so much before, Little Crying Bag?"

When the ghost asked this question, he didn't know that he was Wang Li, but now that he knew it, he found that the messenger at this time was more crying than Wang Li at that time.

At that time, he sneaked out from the palace and came to the Jin Mansion looking for Jin Yu with red eyes, but the little general was startled, "Your Highness, who bullied you?"

"Nothing, just... um... miss you... want to come to you and Shan'er."

Jin Yu stood beside Wang Li, watching Wang Li reach out to wipe his tears, left and right.

Before the light was turned off, Jin Ling could clearly see his frail and tearful appearance.

Nothing has changed.

Jin Yu sighed, alas, the place where the sword pierced began to hurt again.

☆, 35

Its daybreak.

The messenger woke up, but he was still sitting on the ground, and fell asleep leaning against the cabinet after being tired from crying last night.

But the light was turned off, not by him.

The brown coat wrapped around his body was not his either.

The messenger realized that the ghost did not leave last night...

The messenger looked at the light outside the window, and was in a trance for a moment, as if he was still in the ghost's big house at the moment, and the ghost was squatting beside his bed, lifting the quilt and softly calling him to get up and eat.

Sunlight flooded the room and shone on his eyelids.

He would resist for a while, pulling the quilt to cover himself more tightly. At this time, the ghost would threaten him, and if he didn't get up, he would forcefully kiss him.

"You are very annoying." The messenger quickly lifted the quilt, squinted and pouted at the ghost, but in the end he still conceded, and got out of bed to wash up like sleepwalking.

The ghost sighed and regretted behind him, "Why did you get up?" Then he chased after him with a smile.

I have cherished it very much, but I still can't keep it.

The messenger buried his face in the ghost's overcoat, as if he could still feel his remnant temperature, a reassuring and reassuring temperature.

He should be gone by now.

The messenger stood up holding the cabinet, and patted his butt that was flattened.

He made fun of him again.

The messenger folded the ghost's clothes, held them in his arms and sniffed them, reluctant to put them away.

With the messenger of memory, he became Wang Li's messenger, and he still loves Jin Yu as deeply as before.

It was his youthful dream and pursuit, and it was the driftwood he was holding on to while floating on the water.

Jin Yu gave him the most warmth, so even if it was an abyss, he jumped into it without hesitation, not caring about right or wrong.

At this time, a ray of light came in, the messenger was so shaken that he squinted his eyes, and a woman's voice sounded, "Pu Lihuanxi..."

She was wearing a red dress, and she had gentle and smart girlish eyes.

The younger generation is cleaning in his tea room.

"That...gold errand."

Um?Someone called him?

The younger generation looked out, hey, it's a ghost, standing at the door of the teahouse, "Master Ghost."

"Come out."

So the gold messenger dropped his broom and ran to the ghost.

"Do you have any orders?"

"The leader of the evil ghost gang, have you found it?"

"Yes..." Since the senior was with the ghost, the junior has never seen such a gloomy look on the ghost's face, which made the junior answer more cautiously, "The leader of the evil ghost gang, his name is Park Zhongyuan. "

After hearing this, the ghost sneered, "Sure enough."

"Do you recognize him?" The younger generation once told the messenger that the ghost was a contemporary of Park Zhongyuan in terms of age. Hearing the tone of the ghost, they seemed to know each other.

"It's not just recognition."

The ghost's eyes suddenly dimmed, and his voice seemed to be soaked in ice. At this time, the ghost looked more like the messenger of hell than the messenger of hell.

The younger generation's teeth started to chatter when he heard this, he asked this question in annoyance, the angry ghost was very frightening.

But such a ghost, it is no problem to fight Park Zhongyuan, senior can seek help from ghosts.

He just thought about it, but didn't dare to ask any more.

The ghost asked again, "How often do you pay your wages?"

Although he lived with the envoy for so long, money was a sensitive topic for the envoy, and the ghost followed him and never mentioned it.

"?" The younger generation didn't expect the ghost to ask this, but seeing the ghost softened his expression a little because of his thirst for knowledge, he thought it would be good to talk about salary, "One month."

"What date will it be released?"

"number 20."

"The day before yesterday."

The younger generation is really confused, why don't you ask your emissary about this... He suddenly remembered the emissary's recent state, oh yes, they seem to be in a cold war.

"Is one month's salary enough to rent a house?" the ghost continued to inquire.

"It's no problem to rent an ordinary house." You definitely can't afford to rent a house like yours. Senior Messenger has put all his savings into it. Just because of this, you can't let him down, the junior thought silently in his heart.

"Then why is he still living in the teahouse? It's not like he didn't get paid." The ghost finally got back to the topic.

"Forehead……"

"Why?" The ghost looked at the younger generation hesitating to speak, and asked again.

The ghost at this time is like a willful child who breaks the casserole and asks the end. If the younger generation does not answer, he is probably the casserole.

"Because senior lent me 1000 yuan."

"Why?" The ghost frowned and continued to ask.

The younger generation thought that you don’t know why I don’t know, but he still conveyed the messenger’s words to the ghost, “He said he wanted to buy something, but he didn’t bring enough money.”

With a thought, the ghost asked again, "When did you borrow it?"

The younger generation thought about it and calculated the time, "No. 15."

The 15th is the day "Lee Hyuk" broke up with him!

The ghost's heart tightened, and he confirmed, "Are you sure the messenger borrowed the money?"

"Yeah, senior is still a little embarrassed..."

Li He was never embarrassed.

——"Ashi, have you bought new clothes? They look good, haha, they look a bit like my cooking."

That day, it was not Li Hyuk who told him to break up, but the messenger himself!

The ghost's heart was suddenly squeezed by a pair of invisible hands, and the pain came suddenly. He bent down in pain and let out a muffled groan.

"Master Ghost, you..."

"It's okay...thanks."

"It's nothing, how are you?"

The ghost didn't answer, took off the hand that was pressing on the chest, moved in an instant, and went to the distance.

He found the three gods.

The three gods said that Park Zhongyuan is already the most evil ghost, and under normal circumstances, neither of you can defeat each other.

Your sword is the key to killing Park Joong Won.

But when you draw your sword, you also disappear.

Can you make up your mind.

The ghost smiled, his smile was short and pale, "This is what I've been looking for, and I finally have something I've been asking for. I should thank God."

The three gods said calmly, "We all love peace. We don't want to see killings, and we don't want to see people quarreling."

I don't want to see people arguing.

If this is a chance for reconciliation...

But isn't the fate of him and the envoy a bit sad?

The ghost walked on the road, laughing out loud after thinking about it.

Finally, the long-cherished wish of 900 years can be realized, and it turns into wind and rain and disappears.

Finally, there is a new reason to allow myself to approach him again, bearing the scolding of all the undead of the Jin family, the last time...

When he got home, the ghost didn't go through the door, so he pressed the password, "1-2-3-9," "New Year is coming, and the password needs to be changed. Will the messenger remember to change the password?"

The door opened, the ghost's eyes lowered, and a drop of red dot on the ground suddenly magnified in his eyes.

This is……

He used any door and went directly to the door of his house. He was thinking about how to tell the messenger about drawing the sword all the way. The dots have been connected into a line.

Someone came here bleeding all the way, and the blood disappeared at the door.

The ghost felt dizzy for a while, and his feet felt weak. The only ones who knew about his family were the Liu family, En Zhuo, and... the envoy.

Who would come to his house with blood instead of going to the hospital?

The more the ghost thought about it, the more frightened he became, and his breathing was completely messed up.

He was a little afraid to open the door.

But I have to.

He seemed to smell the rusty smell coming from the crack in the door.

The ghost pushed open the door.

I saw a person sitting on the bench by the door, his breathing was weak, his face was like gold paper, and even his usually overly rosy lips were completely devoid of blood. Even so, he forced a smile at the ghost, and said in a very low voice ,"You're back?"

The messenger of hell covered his abdomen, and a dagger was inserted there, leaving only the wooden handle outside.

There was a pool of blood on the ground.

The hat that he has always valued has been thrown aside, and he stayed quietly on the ground.

The hands beside the ghost were trembling visibly, and he couldn't breathe anymore.

☆, sinking

Jin Ling on the battlefield has experienced many critical and life-and-death moments, but he has never been afraid. This is the first time he knows what it feels like.

The ghost heard the voice of the messenger's life disappearing bit by bit, like the biting cold wind blowing past the ears in winter, which brought piercing pain.

He always thought that the messenger would not die.

The ghost rushed over, knelt down in front of the messenger, and blocked his wound with trembling hands, "What's going on..."

In an instant, all those hatreds, complaints, and struggles were left behind by the ghost, and the messenger's blood stained his eyes and stabbed his heart.

"Who made you like this?" the ghost asked, and then hurriedly coaxed, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, it doesn't matter, it won't hurt soon."

Blood oozed from the ghost's fingers, and the ghost hated that he was not by his side, knowing that he would be in danger.

The messenger's blood is hot, so fresh and warm.

The ghost's head and eyes were swollen and painful. Who is it, Lee Hyuk or Park Zhongyuan?

The messenger snorted twice, and the abdomen where the wound was located rose and fell.

"Hehe, you are becoming more and more gentle with that idiot... not like you, ghost."

The ghost was taken aback.

Li Hyuk?It's not the emissary's personality, but Lee Hyuk.

It was he who stabbed the dagger into the messenger's body, and he was the one who wanted to kill the messenger.

The sword light on the ghost's chest suddenly swelled, and the blue flame went straight to Li He!

But he did not let go of the hand holding the messenger's wound.

Because this is the body of the messenger.

Li He felt the anger of the ghost, he said with a sneer, "You should thank me, if I hadn't seen your sword, you would have taken him home?"

"you shut up."

"Ghost, he is Wang Li."

"Shut up."

As if he didn't hear the ghost's words, Li He continued to provoke, "He killed you."

The ghost couldn't bear it anymore, and squeezed Li He's neck tightly with a bloody hand. He stared at Li He, with blood in the corner of his eyes, and his eyes were about to burst!

"Hey, hey, this is the messenger...cough cough..."

Just because this is the messenger, otherwise, Li He would have been hacked to death by the ghost.

The goblin finally withdrew his hand, along with his rage.

This is Li Hyuk, and also himself.

It is a gold coin imagined by the messenger.

Before recovering his memory, that Jin Ling could still show up when he was in danger, like before, he relied on himself, but now, "Li He"'s desire for revenge has been awakened, and he no longer has any tenderness for the messenger. All that is left is killing intent!

In fact, this is Wang Li's idea.

Wang Li, like Jin Yu, will never get out of this darkness.

The messenger's blood flow has slowed down a lot, at least he saved his life.

The ghost picked him up, but Li He resisted, Li He wanted to push him, but he couldn't use any strength, and said with emotion, "Ashi's body is too weak."

The ghost snorted and said coldly, "I'm not hugging you."

"You don't intend to forgive him, do you, you abandoned general."

Jin Ling didn't respond.

Li He persisted, "Have you forgotten why he married Shan'er?"

Kim's footsteps stopped.

Li Hyuk asked himself and answered, "It's to grab your heart... Haha, what a ridiculous idea, his self-righteousness pushes you further and further away."

Jin's whole body was tense.

He tried to calm down, but he couldn't.

"Brother Xi, I want to marry Shan'er." The boy's tone was firm, like the way he looked at himself.

Li He's words were like a handful of salt sprinkled on the wound, salting the rotten flesh until it hurt.

Jin Ling put the messenger on his bed.

The white bed sheet was stained with the messenger's blood, which was shocking.

"I'm going to pull out the dagger, it might hurt a little bit." Jin Yu tried to warn calmly.

As a result, Li Hyuk held the wooden handle of the dagger and blocked Jin Yu, "You haven't answered me yet, abandoned general."

"Answer what?"

"Are you going to forgive him?"

"I've never thought about it that way." Jin Yu told the truth, the tablet in Jin's ancestral hall reminded him of the past all the time, it was the scars and hatred that could not be forgotten.

"That's right, he really shouldn't be forgiven." Li He smiled, "But you think I want to kill him. If I really wanted to kill him, why would I come to you?"

So, Jin, if you really want to kill him, why would you be heartbroken watching his pain.

"This fool, he went to kill Park Zhongyuan by himself. I didn't stab this knife."

Jin Ling clenched his hands, Li Hyuk was walking towards the depths of his heart, that was the place that Jin Ling deliberately hid, the place he himself was hesitant to reach, and he didn't know whether he should arrive or not!

Li He smiled lightly, "I've cut so many cuts on my body, but none of them are ruthless. I'm you, shouldn't I kill him."

Jin Yu didn't expect to get such an answer from Li He, he opened his mouth, "You..."

"It's you." Li Hyuk started laughing again, tears filled the corners of his eyes.

Jin Ling knew what the crazy Li Hyuk was talking about.

It's him.

It was he who cried.

Li He said again, "I'm not good to the envoy, and it's just as he wished. Now that I'm separated from Wang Li, I have my own will... I think this will be the last time we meet, but that idiot still doesn't will forgive myself."

Li He held the wooden handle with his hand, let out a low cry, and pulled out the dagger.

He snorted, then passed out from the pain.

Jin Ling hugged Wang Li tightly.

Wang Li's hair was already wet with sweat, sticking to his forehead, and the back of his neck was covered with a layer of sweat.

Jin Yu hugged him tighter and tighter, his face was pressed against Wang Li's, tears hit Wang Li's pale face like a torrential rain.

It slid down the cheeks of the two of them silently.

He slowly remembered many things from the past.

It's like watching a movie, and after a few years, I start to recall its plot.

It seems that after a long time, the heart should have been numb, and there will no longer be sadness and sadness.

However, just like the snowman will melt in summer, and the seeds will germinate after the rain, they are all so natural. When he thinks about it, there will always be a drizzle in his heart.

When he died, Wang Li stood indifferently outside the hall, allowing him to turn around before he died.

He tried his best to say four words to him at that time, but unfortunately Wang Li never had the chance to hear it, and he never had the chance to talk about it.

Wang Lizeng sat on the side of the table and smiled at him for the last time, his eyes were covered by dark clouds, his brows and eyes were still crooked when he smiled, and his youthful look remained intact, but the words he said extinguished all the lights.

He said, "Jin Yu, in this life, the fate of monarch and minister has come to an end."

Since, it is impossible to get out of this dark forest without a trace of moonlight.

Then let's perish in this darkness together, Wang Li.

Jin Ling hugged Wang Li for a long time, he hadn't woken up yet, and his whole body was extremely weak, but his lips finally had some color, which relieved Jin Ling a little.

He used to be a child who never left soup and medicine all day long, and he was always worrying.

It's just that the appearance of the two of them now...is a bit horrible.

There were bloodstains all over the sheets, and there were fingerprints on Wang Li's neck from being strangled by Jin Yu, and Wang Li's blood was also on Jin's hands.

This... Fortunately, Dehua didn't break in suddenly, otherwise how should we explain such a large-scale scene.

Jin Yu carried Wang Li to the bathroom, washed the two of them clean, and carried him to his room.

The sheets were not changed because he was reluctant to leave Wang Li.

Not willing for a minute or a second.

He is in my arms right now, like a kitten, so obedient and quiet.

Jin Ling bowed his head and kissed his eyes, the tip of his nose, and his peach-shaped lips, lingering on his lips repeatedly.

"However, if my punishment is over one day, I will go to reincarnation, what will you do then."

"What else can I do? Of course I'm looking for you. I'm looking all over the world. Anyway, I have plenty of time."

I'm sorry, Li'er, I'm afraid I won't be able to find you.

Wang Li in his sleep felt the petals kissing his lips.

"Haha, brother, look, brother Li has fallen asleep here."

"This kid. Li'er? Li'er. Get up, it's cold here."

Wang Li slowly opened his eyes, and his eyes slowly gathered into one point.

It's Jin's face.

Handsome face, deep eyes, melancholy lines between brows.

Wang Li couldn't distinguish between dream and reality for a moment, he called, "Brother Yu..."

Kim didn't agree.

Wang Li probably thought it was a dream, so he didn't care about his answer, instead he continued, "I'm sorry for you..."

☆, spring

"Call again." The ghost said in a low voice. He hadn't spoken for a long time, and only when he spoke did he realize that his voice was hoarse.

The envoy was still in a daze at this time, the scene in the dream was intertwined with memories, which made him unable to escape for a long time.He blinked twice at the ghost, and then suddenly let out an ah, got up one by one, supported his body with his hands, and pressed on the ghost's leg.

He wanted to get out of the earth and the galaxy right away, but just halfway through the climb, the ghost pulled the messenger's... bath towel like a cat's tail.

The messenger's desire to struggle and the ghost's desire to hold him back were both strong, and the result of such a collision of strong desires was that the messenger... disappeared without any suspense.

A burst of cold air hit, the messenger turned his head to look at the ghost, with a look of resentment and a little bit of aggrieved puzzlement.

His eyes are black and white, black is pure, white is flawless, when he stares at you like a poor dog begging for food, it makes people feel affectionate.

His lips pursed slightly, as if coquettish.

Finally regaining its peach color, the ghost was relieved.

Seeing the messenger's inadvertently cute appearance, the ghost collapsed in his heart. There was no loud noise, but it was like a soft and delicious cake being hollowed out.

Holding back his smile, he said indifferently, "I saved your life again."

The messenger looked into the eyes of the ghost. He had single eyelids. The line of the eyelids was long and sharp. When he was not smiling, his eyes were cold, and he looked very majestic.

But at this moment, those eyes were swollen.

It's very obvious.

"You are crying again." The messenger said in his heart.

The ghost heard it, and was slightly embarrassed, although it was the messenger who should be more embarrassed now.

"It's not crying, it's..." The ghost began to think of a reason.

"Are you talking hard?"

"It's really not crying! It's because I didn't sleep well..." The ghost roared, and his throat felt much better.

"Oh." The messenger asked very seriously, and answered very seriously, but soon, his face became redder than the ghost's eyes.

It is worthy of being the ambassador with the longest reflex arc in the world.

Ah Shi hurriedly got under the quilt.

Drill until only one head is exposed.

"That's my quilt." The ghost said displeased.

This sentence is similar to "This is my home".

A ghost who doesn't care about any art of speech.

The messenger gritted his teeth, lowered his head, pursed his red lips in embarrassment, and said sadly, "I'll be leaving right away."

His memory stopped at the time when the dagger stabbed his abdomen, it was not he who came here, but Li Hyuk.

Unexpectedly, Li Hyuk would come out again, and he didn't make trouble.

The three gods came to him yesterday, and when he heard what the gods said, he thought that he had actually been favored by the gods.

But I couldn't help wanting more, so when I met Park Zhongyuan, I wanted to try it to see if I could...

There is no doubt that delusions can only be delusions, and even the suggestion he made to the headquarters is just a fantasy.

The reason why Park Zhongyuan's dagger was not stabbed in his heart was to prevent him from dying, because he was the only one who could draw the sword.

But this time, Park Zhongyuan gave the deadline, he said, "Li Er, I will give you two more days, Jin Shan's life is in your hands."

In two days, what can be done in time.

Hearing Jin Yu's words of alienation, the emissary didn't know whether to thank Li He or hate him.

What do you want him to do, you have to give him time to get dressed.

Fortunately, his clothes are still at the ghost's house.

"You want to leave without even saying thank you?"

The scene seemed familiar.

From his "rescue" in this life...

The emissary felt more and more embarrassed, the ghost was clearly making things difficult on purpose, what should he do.

You can only hug the ghost's quilt tighter.

The ghost looked at the envoy who had nowhere to retreat, sighed, stepped forward, and held the envoy in his arms.

messenger:"???"

"Did Park Zhongyuan tell you anything?" The ghost suddenly changed its tone, making the messenger feel strange and familiar.

He hadn't heard the ghost speak to him so softly for a long time, but it seemed like yesterday.

and!

The ghost is holding him now.

Ghost os: Brother hugged you all night, okay?

And Park Joong Won!

He knows about Park Zhongyuan!

"You're stupid, so you think I'm stupid too?" said the ghost again.

The messenger didn't know what to say, it was very warm to be hugged by the ghost, this kind of warmth started from the skin and heart at the same time, rushed into the blood, and rushed into the eyes.

The ghost could feel the messenger trembling slightly.

"How did you know?"

The ghost smiled.

He said something wrong just now, but in fact he is not much smarter than the messenger.

It was too late, he knew too late.

"Li'er."

The messenger's body trembled, and the ghost could feel his instantly stiff body.

This name...

The last time I heard it from Jin Ling was already in my previous life.

Maybe it was the last life in the previous life, before he called him the king, and before he called him the golden man.

When he married Jin Shan, their brotherhood came to an abrupt end.

When he drove him away, the remaining fate of monarch and minister was also exhausted.

Wang Li's tears always caught Jin Yu off guard.

"Do you love me? You can say it while crying." Jin Yu wiped Wang Li's tears.

Wang Li nodded his head, tears dripped onto Jin's fingertips, burning his hands.

"it is good."

what's good?

Before Wang Li asked, Jin Yu held his chin and gagged his mouth.

"Well……"

A long and deep kiss, from light to thick.

Wang Li's hand gave up his quilt, and turned to climb to Jin's shoulder.

The ghost looked at him and laughed, "Did you bear it for a long time?"

"It's up to me to say this." The envoy lowered his head, and his long eyelashes covered his eyes.

Jin Ling continued to laugh, he thought for a while, it's better to say some things later.

In fact, Wang Li didn't fully understand the reason for the big change in Jin Yu's attitude towards him, but he didn't want to understand at this time.

Time is running out, even if Jin Yu is acting, he will accompany him to the end.

Do not forgive him, he never asked his forgiveness.

It doesn't matter if you don't love him, he doesn't ask for his love either.

Wang Li forced himself to lie to himself.

"I'll get you some clothes, wait a while." Jin Yu entered Wang Li's room and brought Wang Li a set of home clothes.He tore off the quilt and threw it into the washing machine, but he suddenly realized that he couldn't use it.

Usually the emissaries do laundry at home.

Wang Li put on his clothes, came out to see this scene, and laughed at him, "Why can't a thousand-year-old ghost even know how to use a washing machine?"

"Because washing clothes is the job of the emissary." The ghost said cheekily without changing his face.

Jin Yu looked back at Wang Li, and then at the washing machine.

But at this moment, he noticed that Wang Li, who was wearing black home clothes and his coat, looked so thin and small.

They were obviously the same height, but when they hugged Wang Li, they could barely touch his flesh.

There was a burst of anger for no reason, and he slapped the washing machine again.

Wang Li was a little scared, "Jin Yu..."

"It's okay." Jin Ling quickly changed his face and squeezed a smile, "You wash, and I will cook."

"Okay." Wang Li looked at Jin Yu worriedly.

Jin Yu went to the kitchen and slipped around before returning to Wang Li.

"That... there is nothing at home."

. . . . . .

Finally, the two got dressed and went out to eat.

Jin Yu said casually, "The white coat you wore that day is very pretty, and you can wear it in the future."

"Oh, that one, that's..." Wang Li suddenly looked at Jin Yu.

That was bought by Li Hyuk.

A lie, a lie that can no longer be said.

He got it.

"Actually, sometimes it's good to carry it by yourself." Jin Yu said again, which sounded inexplicable.

Wang Li had a faint premonition.

Kim... is leaving him.

When eating, Wang Li was eating, and Jin Yu watched him eat.

"Why don't you eat?"

"I want to eat something else."

"Then change to another one?"

"You want me to switch?" Jin Yu approached Wang Li, raised his eyebrows, and looked a little... angry?

Wang Li immediately understood what he meant, lowered his head and ate fiercely.

"By the way, that's it. Eat enough, it will be very hard later." Jin Yu stroked Wang Li's hair.

Wang Li felt that he was going to be guillotined.

The two finally stood at the door of the breakfast shop.

Jin Yu took Wang Li's hand, "This time we are going to a beautiful place, holding hands alone is not enough, but there are too many people here, so let's forcefully hold hands."

As soon as Wang Li heard this, he immediately broke free from Jin Yu's hand.

Go behind Jin Ling and hug Jin Ling.

"is this OK?"

"Wow--"

People's reaction is very familiar, it is the reaction that one should have when watching a dog-blooded drama, and Jin Yu once expected to see it on the messenger.

Kim smiled.

"pay close attention."

"Are you going to take off?" Wang Li's face was pressed against the back of Jin's neck, and the hot air sprayed on Jin's neck.

"Yes."

Kim opened the door.

The scene has completely changed, it is no longer a noisy street, nor is it the home of ghosts.

It is an endless field of flowers.

In a school of greenery, there are countless flowers.

Wang Li suddenly remembered the magic that the ghost made for him, turning his room into a greenhouse. What he saw at this moment was many times more shocking than then.

The breeze floats, the fragrance of flowers overflows, and the tourists are drunk.

"It's always spring here."

Wang Li regained consciousness from afar because of the ghost's words.

Jin Ling took off Wang Li's coat, revealing his white wrists.

Jin Ling took out a silver bracelet from his pocket and tied it on Wang Li's hand.

"Dehua said, if you apologize, buy him the most expensive thing. This bracelet is not the most expensive, but I have cast a spell on it."

Wang Li immediately knew what the magic was.

Vines grew from his wrists with tiny pink flowers.

"It blooms whenever you miss me."

Jin Yu knelt on the ground on one knee and kissed Wang Li's hand.

"My king, may the rest of your life be spring forever."

The Messenger fully understood.

He is making love.

He is here. Farewell.

☆, a million years at a glance

The ghost took off the messenger's clothes one by one, very patiently.

Before X, the ghost wore an anklet on the messenger's right ankle.

He said it was a set with the bracelet.

Almost as soon as the ghost moved away, small flowers grew on the messenger's ankle.

The ghost saw it and smiled contentedly.

"The left hand is closer to the heart, and here—" the ghost held the messenger's right ankle, "is the place where I touched you for the first time. I want them to entangle you so that you won't forget me .”

The messenger lay on the grass and smelled the fragrance of the grass.

When the ghost said "this is a set", he suddenly thought of the word "fun toys" with a wicked sense of humor, but now, he just wanted to cry.

They still have so much to do.

Why did he reject ghosts again and again before?

He heard the ghost whispering in his ear that the three gods are real gods, and she has told her the way to kill Park Zhongyuan, that is, to draw out the sword and chop at Park Zhongyuan before he disappears.

You have to draw the sword for me, my "bride".

Also take care of my sister, I already know who she is.

Chi Enzhuo is the other omission, you idiot don't know it yet, don't take her away, you owe me, let's pay them.

When the ghost spoke in a low voice, the soft voice was like a feather passing over the tip of the heart, like reciting poetry, which was extremely seductive.

He kissed the Messenger's face, his eyes, eyelashes, nose, mouth, ears, and said these words.

This is the last thing he told the messenger.

Before the ghost's kiss went down, he propped himself up on his arms, looked down at the envoy obsessively, and said, "Ah envoy, you are so beautiful."

The messenger's tears soaked into his hair, he closed his eyes, another tear came out, and rolled down along the original trace.

He shook his head.

The ghost leaned over and kissed the messenger's tears dry.

Then, all the way down.

There was a small mole on the right collarbone of the messenger. The ghost bit his teeth and sucked it with his tongue, as if sucking a grape. The bone of the messenger was wrapped by the warm mouth of the ghost, making his whole body look like It became hot like a fire, and the messenger sighed comfortably.

When the ghost was kissing, the hand began to tease the small protrusion on the left side of the messenger, and the messenger could not help but whisper, like a whisper in a dream, someone called his name, and he gently agreed.

Every muscle of the ghost was tensely preparing, and this seductive moan made him even more hungry and thirsty.

His voice became hoarse, with q, yu, "Ashi, you turned pink."

Hearing these words, the envoy bit his lip in embarrassment, and was forced to retract his arms that were stretched by his side.

The ghost immediately pressed the messenger's hand, the desire in his eyes was not concealed at all, he felt that the beast in his body was awakening, but he tried his best to give the messenger a not too bad memory, so he whispered softly, "A messenger, I It's time for breakfast..."

The emissary's long and straight legs were lifted up by the ghost. For a moment, his brain was blank, unable to think at all, and only felt that he was willing to go to destruction in pleasure.

The vines grew wildly in love, entangled the bodies of the two of them, and the pink petals fell on the envoy's white jade-like chest, on his sunken neck, and on the envoy's hair scattered on the ground, making the envoy Even more breathtakingly beautiful.

His eyes were hazy and moist, like lilacs wet by rain.

The bridge of his nose is straight, but the tip of his nose is delicate, which is a perfect knife-carved sculpture.

His thin lips are tender and tender, and the peaks of his lips are raised up sexyly, and they are moving slightly, as if he is saying, kiss me...

The ghost had to restrain himself severely so as not to crush the leg of the messenger.

The ghost kissed him again, and when the messenger tilted his head, the peony flowers on the back of his neck entered into the ghost's eyes, and became more swaying and moving as the messenger's body stretched.

So the ghost kissed the flower, then picked him up, and did it again.

The messenger sits on the ghost's lap and holds his head.

The ghost gave him a doting smile while panting, and the messenger suddenly felt himself falling from the clouds.

There is more than sweat on the ghost's face.

This should have been the happiest moment in the world, but for them, it became the most painful and desperate moment.

The messenger was leaning against the ghost's arms, wearing his coat.

"Tomorrow night is the deadline Park Zhongyuan gave me." The messenger said.

"it is good."

The ghosts used to talk a lot and seemed very noisy, but now they always say one word.

it is good.

"I will draw my sword."

The ghost stroked the messenger's hair, smiled, and said, "Actually, it doesn't matter, you've been alone for so long..."

"Brother Yan..." the messenger called out.

"Ok?"

The messenger who had calmed down looked at the ghost and suddenly cried, "I will miss you."

will you miss Me.

The ghost kissed the forehead of the messenger, "I know."

He knew, but had to.

What was not done 900 years ago will still be done by him.

Possible