Seeing that Gui Yuxi was a little moved, the sick ghost continued: "Man, it's a duplicitous pig's trotter, on the surface he is pure and cold, but in fact, it's ......."

Gui Yuxi's heart was itchy and arrogant by her desire to speak, and she asked casually: "Actually, what?" You don't know how to pretend to understand. ”

"I know a lot, I know a lot about men." The sick ghost said proudly: "Whether the prince hates you or likes you, I'll find out if I go and see." ”

Gui Yuxi glanced her up and down: "I'll tell you, if you dare to have other ideas, I will kill you and make you unable to reincarnate." ”

"Oh, I know, do you think I look like a bad ghost, I'm a good ghost full of justice and sunshine, I helped you because of our fate." Sick ghost road.

"Give you a talisman and you bring it to me, if you dare to hurt someone, hum, you will be gone." Gui Yuxi took out a talisman from his pocket.

The sick ghost rolled his eyes, took the talisman, and said, "You can feel that the prince's yang energy is so strong from a long distance, whoever dares to hurt him is not looking for death." ”

"Wait for the good news of the Lun family." The sick man walked through the wall.

Gui Yuxi broke a tree branch and drew circles on the ground, and said to himself: Now I have to rely on ghosts to help.

The night breeze carries the fragrance of gardenias into the garden.

The sick man walked down the wall.

She floated in the air and looked at Jun Moyan with a gloomy face.

Boom.

She suddenly regretted helping her little sister.

This prince is terrible.

It's even more terrible than the king of Yama.

The face was about to fall to the ground, and the face was terrible.

But for the sake of merit, for the sake of the young lady, she gritted her teeth and stood up.

She tilted her head for a moment, then watched his movements, listened to his sloquer for a while, and finally flew out.

Gui Yuxi was waiting outside very anxiously, pacing back and forth.

There's already a lot of stuff coming out of my head.

Will the sick ghost be addicted to the uncle's beauty and can't extricate himself, will the sick ghost run away halfway?

Just as she was thinking about it, the smell of medicine wafted out.

As soon as he turned around, he faced the pale face of the sick ghost.

"Why did it take so long?"

"Oh, this prince is really sullen, I've been observing it for a while."

"What did you observe?" Gui Yuxi asked nervously.

The sick ghost began to imitate Jun Moyan's movements.

"Are those tiny, green shoes yours?" The sick ghost asked.

Gui Yuxi nodded, she accidentally fell there.

The parody show of the sick ghost begins.

Scenario 1:

The sick ghost imitated Jun Moyan and glanced at the shoes on the ground with a straight face, kicked them away angrily, and after a while, stared at them tangled for a while, and then picked up Gui Yuxi's shoes upside down, threw them away at will, and then stood there and watched for a while, bent down and picked up the shoes, neatly, and put them in their original position as they were, and his brows stretched.

Scenario 2:

The sick ghost pretended to calm down and pretended to take a branch to write and draw, imitating Jun Moyan holding a pen and writing and painting on rice paper, writing and writing the names of all the small noodle melons, and Jun Moyan, who realized it later, saw that he wrote the three words of small noodle melons, and angrily threw the paper into a ball on the ground, and stepped on it a few times.

Scenario 3:

The sick ghost pretended to drink tea, smashed his fist on the ground, imitated Jun Moyan's deep tone, and said......