Jing Rong didn't say a word, and raised his hand.

The wild-looking man waved his hand, lifted his foot, and sang, "You hurt me, but you laughed ......it off," and then pointed to the wound above, and looked at me, full of resentment.

I was stunned and looked at the knife on his foot, wasn't that the saber I had bought earlier, and then stuck in some giant who had come out of hell.

Don't......

glanced at his face again, it seemed to be a bit similar to the giant at that time, and couldn't help but be surprised: "You ......" The man on the sofa is the giant?

He nodded, then made a helpless gesture before finally pointing to his feet and sighing.

I glanced at Jing Rong helplessly, and saw that he didn't make a move, but there was a cold smile on the corner of his mouth. Turned around and ignored him.

But I can't ignore it, there is such a person sitting in the house, it doesn't matter how you think about it.

"What's wrong with him, didn't he talk well just now?"

I thought it was strange because he kept gesturing, but he didn't speak, and I didn't know what he was here for.

"The messenger of hell, suppressing the true body in the human world, will definitely have certain limitations. I think he probably has a bit of a language problem. ”

"But didn't he just speak?"

"That's self-talk."

"Is there a difference?"

"Yes, the messengers of hell are not allowed to communicate with ghosts in private except on official business, and neither can humans."

I seem to understand a little bit that this is for fear that they will talk to those ghosts more and do something favoritism. However, seeing him walk up in a hurry, he was still a little lame, and although he was in a hurry, he couldn't speak, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

I think it had something to do with the wound, but I didn't really like to be near him.

As soon as he approached me, he took a few steps back and said, "Don't come near me, or don't blame me for being rude." ”

After I finished speaking, I noticed that Jing Rong was smiling, but immediately turned his face to the side as if he didn't see it.

He must have known what this hellbringer was here to do, but he just wouldn't say it. He didn't say that I couldn't get him near yet, so we walked around the hall a few times, and the messenger of hell drank a lot of songs, and you laughed at the song you hurt me, but there was nothing else to say.

I was so anxious that he chased after me, so I picked up the sofa cushion and hit him straight at him. As a result, the Hellbringer, who seemed to be very strong, was knocked out by me with a couch cushion. This is too, I was afraid to look at him who fell to the ground, so I walked over embarrassedly, but I still walked three steps away from him and said, "Or, you talk to yourself?" ”

The Hellbringer froze, then sat up and gave me a thumbs up. Then he looked at the TV, where the plot of being cut was being played. Even he probably felt that there was no way to say anything else in this situation, so he stretched out his fingers and changed the table.

This TV station is playing the heroine confessing to the male protagonist, and he is talking to himself on the TV: "Girl, can you please pull up the weapon on my body?" ”

I glanced at Jing Rong, and he explained, "The messenger of hell is most afraid of those who do good deeds and have yin virtues, so he does not dare to touch the knife you have stuck in his body. ”

"Girl, you are a good-hearted person, you should not see me suffer for it, please do not damage the yin virtue, and do all the good things."

"What do you mean?" I can't understand the ancient text, is this my bruise?

He ...... It is threatening you, if you don't pull it out, it will damage your yin virtue. ”

"Huh? Is this what this sentence means? ”

Why do I feel like I'm being fooled?

But the messenger of hell actually stood up with a sigh of relief, pointed at Jing Rong and couldn't say a word for a long time, but he was so emotional that the blood flowed more. Then he seemed dizzy, and sat down on the couch in a moment, looking at me with very pitiful eyes, and shaking his head.

I don't think it's useful to pretend to be pitiful now.

"I didn't tell you about the last time you hurt Jing Rong, and now you're still threatening me? Hell's Messenger is amazing, isn't he? ”

He opened his mouth, but he seemed to be speechless, so he turned to the TV and said: "I don't mean to, you should help me through this difficulty, my heart is happy......"

"Can we talk to people?" I'm about to collapse, I've seen him talk to the TV before!

The messenger of hell was a little discouraged: "I, I am studying. ”

I understood this, and I looked at him with joy. Then I felt that my stomach was hungry, so I went into the kitchen to cook. All I can do now is put the rice in the pot and the imps cook.

But today, no matter how the little ghosts don't come out, I have no choice but to do it myself.

Jing Rong sat there reading a book, but he was not affected at all.

And the Hell Messenger was sitting there learning Mandarin, in fact, I think he can speak, and he has learned it very well in just a while. I learned all the love words and scolding words, and the corners of my mouth twitched when I listened to it.

Actually, it's not that I have a big heart, but the main thing is that I think he is injured, and there is such a powerful ghost as Jingrong by his side, and he doesn't have to worry about danger if he wants to do something. So I carefully prepared food for myself, and then when I was ready, I planned to eat.

But the messenger of hell limped over, staring at the plate of stir-fry I had made, looking greedy. As the host, I politely asked, "Do you want to eat?" ”

Inviting a messenger of hell to eat or something, is it considered a bribe?

He nodded his head and looked happy.

I glanced at Jing Rong and saw that he didn't express his opinion and let him take a seat, and then packed food for him.

The Hellbringer saluted me before eating, and then moved his chopsticks politely.

However, he doesn't seem to be very good at eating, so how can he swallow it?

I suddenly thought of the latest advertising slogan and had to tell him, "Chew it, don't swallow you." ”

The Hellbringer looked at the shape of my mouth, as if remembering something, and then nodded abruptly and chewed slowly. Suddenly, I wondered, "Don't ghosts need to eat, and neither do the hell messengers?" ”

"They're usually ghost eaters."

Jing Rong interjected, and I didn't hold back the sound of the porphyry and squirted out the food in my mouth. Fortunately, it was turned around, otherwise the two dishes on the table would have been reimbursed.

But I still coughed, this ghost is a human change, isn't eating ghosts eating people?

Jing Rong came over and patted me on the back and said, "You think too much." ”

"Woo, can I not want more?"

"Would you like to order takeout?"

"Yes, yes."

The Hellbringer didn't seem to keep up with us at all, and he ate him without damaging his mood at all. I didn't even ask why I didn't eat it, and the chopsticks were getting smoother and smoother.

I watched him eat while waiting for takeout, and asked Jingrong in a low voice, "Hasn't he eaten?" ”

"I ate it when I was raw, but now it's been too long, I'm afraid I've forgotten how to use it." Jing Rong put down the book in his hand and glanced at him, and suddenly said: "It's what happened when he was born, and he doesn't seem to remember much." ”

"How do you know?" I glanced at Jing Rong strangely, and always felt that there was something between them, but he didn't mention it.

There's an adulterous relationship, but it's a pity that my own father-in-law doesn't mention it, and the other one seems to be stupid, I can't ask at all!

Wait for the messenger of hell to finish his meal and continue his studies, and after I have finished eating, he can speak to the TV.

"The wounds on my body cannot be healed by themselves, please ask a good person to remove them for me, I am grateful."

"Okay, wouldn't you have said that earlier, but I won't heal wounds? There is no medicine at home. ”

"No, I don't." Still facing the TV.

I nodded and agreed to help him, although I hurt Jingrong, it seems that I hurt him more deeply. No wonder they sang the lyrics when they saw me. It seems that it has been a long time since I learned.

Seeing that I agreed, he lifted his big feet onto the couch and looked his face to the side.

The blood was strange, and it seemed to have shed a lot, so it was no wonder that the big men were dizzy. I stretched out my hand to hold his foot, but I saw that he suddenly retracted, I looked at him strangely, and Jing Rong laughed again.

"What's wrong?" Didn't you ask me to draw a knife for him, what's going on with this dodge?

"He was shy, and if a woman had spoken to him, he was ashamed...... Nothing? ”

Jing Rong put his head on the book and stopped making a sound.