Vows are written as smoke and clouds, and they have tried their best to think
The love is as hot as fire, how to burn for a lifetime, it is not easy to continue
Lost love is your name, I miss you thousands of lovesickness
Love is like water passing eastward, and I am infatuated and wish I never met that day
I just hope to rely on each other, but I will see all the regrets and things in the world
Aging youth, love has not diminished its face and changes
Pray for a reunion on that day and express all my lovesickness
I hope I will no longer let me down, my infatuated attention, my people are kept by love
Ask when will you meet again?
Suddenly, Xiaoman felt that Ziwei was very similar to a flower, and she was foolishly loving a man who didn't love her, wasting her time and life
And what about her?...
"Cough cough--" A cough interrupted Xiaoman's contemplation
Xiaoman turned around and saw the ghost servant standing at the door.
"You are so brave, you dare to come here." The ghost servant walked in and said
"Why don't you dare?"
"Are you afraid to look at the curse written in blood in the room?"
"Haha, if this kind of thing is useful, there is no need for Lingyun Palace in this world." Xiaoman said with a faint smile.
The ghost servant trembled and stood there blankly, looking at Xiaoman as if it was so similar! They were completely the same person, and they never believed in fate, but only believed in themselves.
"You are very smart, Ziwei is very stupid." The ghost servant sighed and said.
"Yes, Sister Ziwei is so stupid. She is dead and everything is over. Why should she do this?"
"You don't understand Ziwei, she is very persistent, she is willing to act and does not know how to turn back. This is also the reason why the master never wants her. The master is not that he can't see her beauty or feel her goodness. The master is unwilling to be led by a woman. trip"
To Xiaoman, what the Ghost servant said seemed to be something in his words, and seemed to be warning her not to find a way to tie him up.
Xiaoman lowered his head and pondered for a moment, and said to the ghost servant: "In a sense, Ziwei is lucky. She can let go of everything and love. I am a person with deep hatred for the sea of blood. Love, for me, is a A luxury
Hearing this, the ghost servant's body shook, and his face changed drastically a few days ago. The scene of his conversation with his master quickly rang in his ears.
"Master, do you love her?"
"You said Xiaoman?"
"Yes"
"I think she is a talented person."
"Don't have a little selfishness?"
"Old ghost, I have endured too much in my life. Love is a luxury for me."