"Slave... I'm not afraid." In fact, she was scared to death. The master didn't even leave, so how could she sneak away? Just die. If the young lady hadn't saved her, she would have been killed by the perverted concierge king of Changle Houfu.
I'll die from 'playing' honestly.
The young lady killed Wang Laoshi for her and bore a blood debt. She was moved when she thought about it, and she could not ignore the young lady.
Feng Jingyun picked up the teacup and took a sip of the tea, "It's light in the mouth, slightly bitter, and astringent in the bitterness."
"Even if you are not afraid, it is still hard to imagine that you can still drink tea leisurely and calmly in the face of a real ghost." Che looked at her with a hint of appreciation in his eyes.
She held the pot and filled the tea cup for him to 80% full. The water in the cup was 70% full before. After he drank the tea, the tea was still not missing at all. His drinking of tea was just an action, smelling the taste, and
She will not actually reduce the food or water, she is just making an action, "Drinking tea is a state of mind. The beauty of tea is that you can taste a taste of life from it."
He looked at her with soft eyes, "It's a pity that I don't even know what life was like before I was alive."
"You couldn't gather your soul at the bottom of the Soul-Losing River. After that, you followed me and kept it in your purse for so long." She asked lightly, "How much do you know about today's things in the world?"
"When I was at the bottom of the Soul-Losing River, several, a dozen, or even dozens of people drowned every year. Although my soul had not yet gathered at that time and I was still conscious, I still heard about it from people who occasionally bathed in the river."
"Do you think you are from Qi Tianguo?" He is so handsome that it is difficult for heaven to tolerate it. He is really from Qi Tianguo. It makes no sense that there are no rumors about Qi Tianguo. However, several handsome young men with great reputations have died.
Or disappeared, but I always felt that it was not Che.
He shook his head.
"No?" she asked, "Still don't know? Probably the former."
"I subconsciously feel that I am not from Qi Tianguo."
"Even if you are a fierce ghost, you are still a ghost who will not hurt me." She looked carefully at his elegant features, "I feel like we are old friends who have known each other for many years."
Hearing the first half of the sentence, he still felt a little joy in his heart. After listening to the whole sentence, he felt a kind of bitterness rising from the bottom of his heart. Are they just friends? Suppressing the inexplicable pain in his heart, he smiled slightly and said, "Can
Staying with you and not having to be a lonely ghost wandering around, I'm already... content."
"Let's talk about world affairs, and let's talk about my experience of going to sea this time..."
His eyes were gentle and his expression was clear and peaceful. The two of them chatted, and Feng Jingyun felt that he was a good listener and a very knowledgeable... ghost. Even if he had no memory, what would he have been like in life if he had memory?
Excellent?
How could such an outstanding person be killed?
Drinking tea against the moon, the night breeze blows gently.
Life is pleasant.
Gradually, Jade's mind also changed, and she felt that even though Che was a fierce ghost, he was really not a scary ghost.
In the imperial palace, the Qiankun Palace where the emperor lived, the old emperor lay on the spacious dragon couch and groaned, while the imperial doctor was treating his injuries.
After a while, the imperial doctor finally fixed his broken leg bone with delicate wooden pieces and tied it up. "Your Majesty, you have to rest in bed for a few months."
The old emperor's teeth were chattering in pain, and he asked weakly in his old voice, "Can I... still stand up in the future?"
