Su Ruluo hesitated for a moment and decided to leave this matter alone. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"I want to invite you to watch the movie, the latest sci-fi film, "Independence Day 3" has been made. Liu Fangcheng didn't give up, tried again, and looked at her cautiously, his voice was quite small and fast, as if he was afraid that Su Ruluo would enter the house immediately.

The innocent ghost seemed to be a middle-aged woman, could it be—it was his mother, right? It kept greeting her with a gentle gesture, and Su Ruluo involuntarily raised a hand and shook it at it.

Liu Fangcheng thought he was shaking his hand at him, and pushed his glasses again: "I've bought all the tickets!" said as he took out two movie tickets from his jacket pocket, walked over and handed one to Su Ruluo.

Su Ruluo was a little embarrassed, and said that he was not available. How do you refuse? The ghost gestured to her, meaning to accept it.

She glanced at the ghost, looked at Liu Fangcheng, and didn't know how to refuse, only to see the ghost fly and change, and use her body to spell out a transparent big word: Okay.

"Okay?" Su Ruluo couldn't help blurting out.

"Ah, you agreed?!" Liu Fangcheng was very happy, and stuffed the movie ticket into her hand, "See you at the door of the theater tomorrow." ”

After speaking, Liu Fangcheng went back to the room. The ghost regained its form, made a triumphant gesture at her, and followed Liu Fangcheng back through the crack in the door.

"Huh?!" Su Ruluo really hated his mouth. She was thinking about a new question, is there a dumb soul in this world?

Just as he was about to muster up the courage to knock on the door and return the ticket to him, two more neighbors came over in the aisle, nodded to each other, and passed politely, but the two neighbors did not take the stairs, chatting leisurely while waiting for the elevator.

She was embarrassed to knock on a boy's door in front of others, forget it, and return it to him tomorrow morning.

She knew that since she saw the fairy soul in Jingli Mountain, her Heavenly Eye ability had broken through another layer, and at this time, coupled with the jade bracelet given to her by the little white dragon, the mortal spirit was not a problem. (This jade bracelet not only attracts pure souls, but also makes them hide.) ）

The little spirit beasts also said that the cells of the human body will change during the cultivation process, and they will become more and more pure, and there is a field around everyone's body, and the field around the kind person is the most attractive, so some people are very deterrent, and some people are very approachable, and different fields will bring different feelings to the people around them.

Her status as an intern, coupled with the changes in her body, coupled with her kind nature, is now basically the top half of the immortal cultivator.

Strong hope is a greater stimulant in life than any joy. At this time, Su Ruluo's heart was burning with infinite fighting spirit.

After taking a shower, I was finally able to lie down in bed and sleep. She wondered why she dreamed every day? After thinking about the agreement to give up her dreams, shouldn't she have given up all the dreams of her life? Could it be that all the dreams of this life have been used up in the past three years?!

The more she thought about it, the more she thought it was. Otherwise, how can you dream every day?

I'll go, this won't tire this girl to death?

She calculated the account again, a Yijin marrow washing pill, a mobile phone, and a master.

In the end, I still felt that I had gained much more than I had lost, how good it was, and there was another chance to ascend to immortality - so I closed my eyes with satisfaction.

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In the dream, Yun'er took her to a village, a remote classical village, but it was beautiful, really beautiful.

The village lay quietly in the mist like a Jiangnan woman.

Standing at the entrance of the village and looking at it, there is a stone path in the middle, on both sides are neat blue brick houses, the willows are planted at the door of every house, and the red lanterns are hung; there is a classical and elegant tall sign at the entrance of the village, on which are written the three big characters of 'Yaowang Pavilion'.

The village is not large, with thirty or forty households. There is a green hill in the distance behind the village, and the mountain is lush and cloudy.

Su Ruluo felt that this place was familiar, probably because she had watched too many TV series.

Putting on the mask, she thought about it, should she hang the letter on the big sign, or should she give it to the village chief? This fairy old man does this every time, and he doesn't make it clear.

I'm just going to wait here for a while, and given the first two experiences, she thinks the first person to show up is the one she's looking for. If no one shows up within 10 minutes, I'll hang the letter on the big sign and leave.

Su Ruluo noticed that there was no one on the street, and when he looked at the sky, it was a little cloudy, and the sun behind the clouds and mist was about three or four o'clock in the afternoon.

She ran from one end of the village to the other, and when she observed, almost all the courtyard walls were similar, and she couldn't tell that there was any distinction between high and low, let alone whether there was a place called the 'village committee'.

She tried knocking on the door of the house, tapping the knocker several times, but no one answered.

I took a few steps back, looked left and right, and there was still no one, and I wondered, why is there no sound in this village?

She made a move again, and ran around the roof, the fog getting thicker and thicker, and when she reached the last roof, she jumped down, and felt like she had jumped from the clouds.

The yards of these people's houses are also similar, almost every house has a well, a side house, and a poultry, and they are all very clean.

Walking around the roof, she didn't see anyone again!

It's so strange, since it was the fairy old man who asked me to deliver the letter, it shouldn't be a ghost town, and if it was, it should be particularly terrifying, but why didn't I feel afraid?

"Listen, the people of the Medicine King Pavilion, I am the postman of the Heavenly Court, and I am here to deliver the letter-" Su Ruluo opened his voice and shouted.

I shouted three times in a row, but no one answered.

Maybe it's because I'm wearing a mask?

Just as she was about to take off her mask, she stopped again, this Medicine King Pavilion wouldn't be a village where medicine was made, right? What if there is poison in the air?

So he flew up to the gate of the village entrance and put the letter in the most conspicuous place, but it was unstable several times, and the letter was too light, so what did you nail it with?

She was holding on to the wall of the gate with one hand, and fiddling with the letter with the other, when suddenly a gust of wind blew, and passed by her hand, and the gust of wind was very fast, not only fast but also very powerful, and it was taken away with a 'whoosh'.

Then a woman's voice came from the clouds: "The letter from the Medicine King Pavilion has been received, please go back-"

The voice sounded like he was wearing a mask.

Su Ruluo looked at the voice, the mist that had drifted without wind was like a dream, and it had just been passed through the middle by a strong wind, and the wisps were deformed in one direction, and then trembled slightly, she exhausted her eyes, but she didn't even see half a figure.

Master! It's a master again! Su Ruluo was not surprised, anyway, the letter was delivered, and he double-clicked to go home.

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Long Ruofei sat in the study of his home, tall and burly, wearing a white high-necked pullover sweater, very handsome; he held a glass of boiled water, standing in front of the window and looking at the starry sky, it was rare to see the stars tonight, a pair of starry eyes through the glass, seemed to hide infinite thoughts.

Eight years ago, he had a girlfriend with whom he used to stand side by side looking at the stars.

The more infatuated the man, the more nostalgic he is, in the past eight years, countless people have helped him propose marriage, and he has politely declined one by one, because he can't forget that person in his heart, she is still the only one in his heart. There is no one to take her place.

To this day, he still has a ginkgo biloba leaf that he picked up with her that fall.

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