"That's it." I smiled, I said.

"Cut, who's going to marry you stinky rascal! You're beautiful! Ding Ling said, covering her little face and laughing.

Seeing her like this, I could only put on a bitter gourd face. It seems that the first marriage proposal was rejected.

"Are you angry?" Seeing that I was lying on the side and no longer talking, Ding Ling leaned over and asked me a little worriedly, I shook my head and said no, in fact, I also think that for a man like me who hangs up at some time, getting married or something is really a bit of a luxury.

Thinking of this, he was a little melancholy, stretched his incomparably sinful claws into Ding Ling's clothes, was silent, and soon fell asleep with this warm carcass in his arms.

When I woke up the next day, it was already more than ten o'clock in the morning, and after tossing for most of the night, I was obviously a little unbearable, I turned over and wanted to make love with the little girl next to me, but found that Ding Ling had left.

I looked around, the change of clothes had been folded and placed at the head of the bed, the messy room had also been cleaned up, Ding Ling's bag was not there, and the professional clothes that she didn't usually wear were also worn away, and a small note was sandwiched between a book at the head of the bed, revealing half of its length upright.

Don't ask, this girl must be preparing for this time to enter the mountain.

This busy man is really a workaholic.

Thinking of this, I stretched and rolled over and got out of bed, and when I opened the curtains, I found that it was cloudy outside, as if it was raining. The raindrops were not very big, and immediately left a layer of fog on the window, and he stretched out his hand to wipe the top of the window, and looked sleepily at the people downstairs who were hurrying by with umbrellas.

Thinking about it again, I want to run into the dangerous ravine again, and suddenly I am very nostalgic for this warm quilt, maybe I was young and tossed all kinds of trouble, and now, I am a little tired of it. Just holding his chin and sighing, the ghost ran in with a large string of rock sugar gourds, smiling, as if he was quite happy.

I asked her who bought it, but she smiled and refused to answer, judging from her expression, there was a chance that Ding Ling was so good to her.

Because it is summer, the icing on the outside of the hawthorn is easy to melt, so there is only one that sells rock sugar gourds in this neighborhood. That's an old woman, very kind, the sugar gourds she made are packed in paper bags and stored in the refrigerator, and by chance the ghost saw it, and since then this little girl has been inseparable from this kind of thing, if you want to say, her enthusiasm for rock sugar gourds Cheng dù has a fight with Mi'er's feelings for chicken rolls.

Ding Ling knew that ghosts liked these, so she bought a lot of them and put them in her refrigerator, but the ghosts were greedy, and they couldn't stop at all.

Fortunately, the ghost girl has always been a reasonable and good girl, although she is a little reluctant, but she is not noisy or noisy.

In fact, except for the occasional tantrum with me, this girl has always been very well-behaved. In fact, the ghost is not only beautiful, but also has a good personality, but this Nizi has been trapped in the iron building for a long time and is not very good at interacting with people, so she is not good at talking, she always gives people a very introverted illusion.

But I know better than anyone that this girl was born with a little black belly and a very stinky fart, which can be seen from the few experiences she secretly complained to me.

To say, the ghosts and ghosts are helpless now, at the beginning, they often showed a pitiful expression, but now it's okay, after a period of running-in, this Ding Ling sister who suddenly appeared between us has also become her favorite person, in addition to expressing dissatisfaction with our excessive intimacy, the relationship between the two is quite good.

For example, the sugar gourd in the hands of the ghost has always been given by no one, but Ding Ling can always get one when she is there, of course, in addition to her and me, but can you show me if this Nizi is in a good mood. If she's upset, she won't bother me if she says anything.

I love this Niko, really.

However, sometimes it's very distressing, just like Xiao Ai said, the ghost is a big girl after all, and she looks surprisingly beautiful, such a little girl who is not like a mortal lives at home, and the neighbors are all gossiping.

Besides, living together every day will inevitably cause some small embarrassment, although Ding Ling doesn't mind, but he always has to pay attention to it.

Sometimes, I even think that it would be nice to have someone like me who can maintain the current state of the ghost, and then I don't have to let her stay with me every day, which is also a relief for the ghost.

But no, as always, no.

When Jin Jiuye was alive, he once told me that in the mysterious race where the ghost's mother belonged, there was a spell that could save the ghost's condition, but that spell was monopolized by that mysterious clan, and the specific cultivation method was impossible for outsiders to know.

During the period of self-reliance, I also came into contact with a lot of colleagues, intentionally or unintentionally, to inquire about these situations, and those people also frequently shook their heads without any clue. This gave me a very fatal idea.

I wondered if I could go to the settlement of that mysterious race, and by the way, find out what the mysterious spell called "Water Scripture Note" was. If I can really get that booklet, even if the ghost is saved, it doesn't matter how powerful she is, as long as she can live like a normal person, if you can really do this, it will not be in vain Jin Jiuye's trust to me.

It is precisely because of this idea that I reluctantly agreed to Mr. Qiu's request to go into the mountain with Ding Ling and them, except for the bizarre experience I encountered last time I have always been very puzzled, I always feel that there are some things that I have not yet figured out.

For example, are those black and white impermanence hanging corpses floating back part of the mysterious clan that Old Man Chen said?

Who is the mother of the ghost?

Years ago, what did those Maoshan disciples find in the valley?

What about the huge corpse of the wind god Yuqiang we saw and the huge golden pagoda that fell in mid-air?

These things are like a mess in my heart, and when I think about it, I scratch my heart and feel all kinds of uncomfortable, besides, don't mention those, Jin Jiuye's body has not been found yet, as the only disciple of Jin Jiuye, I have to go to pay tribute.

With this level of awareness, I became calm, and while Xiao Nizi was not paying attention, I grabbed the ghost's little hand and bit a sugar gourd, and then ran to the bathroom like a smoke in this Nizi's indignant gaze.