"There is no confirmed candidate yet."

The ghost also shook his head in a little confusion, and what he said was no different from the deceitful love words of a heartless man in the eyes of others, "In short, as long as she is beautiful and good-looking, let me see her and have the desire to marry her. "

The woman in red stirred up sparks with her hand holding the branch, she was silent for a long time, then she raised her head, squinted her eyes and asked, "What kind of thing can you call 'beautiful and eye-catching'?"

"for example?"

The woman in red raised her right hand, and the branch in her hand fell to the ground with a snap.

Although the corners of the eyes still have soft arcs, they vaguely give people a sense of majesty and intimidation. I don't know why there is such a feeling.It's just that the so-called lure should be lured by beauty.

The ghost hesitated to speak, but the woman in red said again, "For example——"

"Like you."

The ghost almost blurted out.

It seemed that Meng Lang was too frivolous. The moment he finished speaking, the ghost couldn't help complaining in his heart.

But after thinking about it carefully, the ghost felt that what he did was harmless. Although it was unavoidable to imply the meaning of molesting, what he said was from the bottom of his heart.

If the woman in red feels that she is too menglang and shows mercy everywhere, then she can go back to Minghe again and meet new peach blossoms. She is a ghost, after all, she has to be open-minded. The next destined person.

But it may take hundreds of years.

The ghost stopped his gaze on the cold and alluring face of the woman in red, her eyes were full of sincerity and sincerity, no matter how the woman's answer might run counter to his own intentions, there was no need to feel sad.

Gains and losses are fateful, why force it?

But to the ghost's surprise, the woman in red on the opposite side lowered her head and gave a chuckle with unknown meaning, as if she was in a slightly happy mood.

The ghost can see the long and thick eyelashes of the woman in red trembling up and down, like flying goose feathers or catkins, temporarily parked on the skin of the ghost's earlobe, making him feel slightly itchy—but a ghost that has lost its sense of touch should not feel itchy , so this is only a fabricated emotion in the heart.

"So? You want to marry me?"

The woman in red didn't wait for the ghost's reply, and immediately said another sentence, as if she was answering for the ghost, as if this way the ghost would have no room to veto or turn around, "Isn't it."

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