ghost wife married

Xing Han was busy with the general's funeral, had to apply again, and had to transport the general's body to the military dog ​​cemetery, hold a burial ceremony for the general, and did not return to the military area until the afternoon.

For the first time, he felt that his mental exhaustion was more exhausting than his physical exhaustion. The first thing he did when he returned to the dormitory was to lie down on the bed. Then, he walked to the playground as if he had entered a dream and then seemed to be awake.

The soldiers under him have lined up neatly waiting for his arrival.

Xing Han walked to the front of the team, stopped, and was about to speak when he heard someone shout: "Ahan."

He turned his head and saw Ling Yiran running towards him excitedly, he frowned slightly: "Why are you here?"

"I came to see you, are you happy?" Ling Yiran walked in front of him, raised his hand to hook his neck.

No, this person is not Ling Yiran. No matter how similar he looks, Xing Han still feels that this person is not Ling Yiran, so when the other party hugs his neck, he quickly grabs the outstretched hand, twists it hard, and then ruthlessly He kicked the opponent's knee hard: "Tell me, who are you? Why are you pretending to be Ling Yiran?"

"Ling Yiran" screamed, fell to the ground, shouted in pain, turned over with difficulty and looked at Xing Han and said, "I am Ling Yiran."

Xing Han affirmed: "You are not."

"I'm."

Xing Han stepped on his Adam's apple, and said with a sullen face, "If you don't say anything, don't blame me for being rude."

"I'm really Ling Yiran."

Xing Han's expression turned cold, and he raised his foot to give the opponent a fatal blow.

The other party yelled and disappeared before Xing Han's eyes.

Xing Han was startled, and then he woke up.

He looked at the simple dormitory, rubbed his forehead, and couldn't believe that he would dream of Ling Yiran, and it was a fake Ling Yiran.

"Why did you dream of him?" Xing Han took a deep breath, got up and went to the bathroom to wash his face.

At the same time, in the backyard of the Ling family's ancestral hall on the Xianke Mountain, there was a cry like a pig being killed.

"Ah-"

Ling Qin jumped up from Ling Yiran's bed: "It hurts, it hurts to death."

Ling Yiran frowned: "What did you do in Xing Han's dream?"

Originally, he was going to enter Xing Han's dream, but Ling Qin insisted on clamoring that he wanted to enter Xing Han's dream once, and asked him to come in after 10 minutes, but within 10 minutes, this guy woke up coming.

Ling Qin grinned and rubbed his knees, and then rubbed his throat: "How could you be hurt in reality even if you were beaten in a dream? It hurts so much."

"That's someone else's dream, not your dream, and you use your soul consciousness to drill into other people's dreams. If your soul consciousness is injured in the dream, after the soul consciousness returns to your body, you will also be injured in reality. , as a family of Taoists, you have no reason not to know about this matter."

Ling Qin rubbed his knees: "I've only heard of it, but haven't experienced it yet."

"Have you experienced it now?"

"I've experienced it, it's really painful, and I almost died in Xing Han's hands." Ling Qin smiled at Ling Yiran: "But, it's worth it."

Ling Yiran was curious: "What did you do in his dream?"

"I pretended to be you and approached him to see if he would recognize the wrong person, but I didn't expect him to recognize me at a glance. I was not only beaten to the ground by him, but also kicked hard by him a few times. Lieutenant Colonel Xing really deserves to be a soldier, and he was so alert in his dream, so he accepted it."

Ling Yiran smiled and said, "You deserve it."

Seeing him smiling so happily, Ling Qin joked, "Xiaozu, aren't you happy now?"

Ling Yiran was speechless: "Why should I be happy?"

"Lieutenant Colonel Xing didn't mistake me for you." Ling Qin pointed to his chest: "You touch your little conscience, is it because of this incident that you are happy?"

"..." Ling Yiran felt that he was quite happy.

"Lieutenant Colonel Xing is a nice person, and he is also very upright. Moreover, his appearance tells me that he is the kind of man who won't fall in love with others as long as he recognizes someone. Xiao Zu, don't miss such a good man." Ling Qin Patted him on the shoulder: "Now you can enter his dream and fall in love with him."

Ling Yiran gave him a white look: "He's already woken up, we can only wait for tomorrow."

He has a task to do at night, and he has no time to enter Xing Han's dream, so he can only wait for tomorrow's nap time, but the premise is that the other party has to take a nap.

Ling Qin sighed, "Looks like I'll have to wait for you two's wedding."

"Hehe." Ling Yiran smirked: "Even if I invite you to a wedding, do you dare to come? Do you dare to eat the food prepared by the ghost?"

Ling Qin choked for a moment, and asked curiously, "Xiao Zu, what was the ghost messenger's wedding banquet like?"

"You will know the day when I invite the wedding banquet. If there is such a day, otherwise you can only wait to attend my wedding banquet after you die."

Ling Qin: "..."

Because Ling Yiran still had to review, he didn't stay at the Ling's house too long, and went back to the underworld in the afternoon, and came to the Ling's house at noon the next day to enter Xing Han's dream again.

This time, he went into battle himself.