It's a wonderful thing to meet, and many times Sang Wushi will think back to him, why he was named in the first place, maybe he felt that this person was useful, or maybe it was just because of ...... He made her happy.

At first, Sang Wushi thought he was easy to master, but it didn't seem to be the case...... The little imp was really not very obedient, and since that day, he seems to have "lived" in her courtyard, but he still hardly leaves his enchantment, and spends most of his time sleeping.

On this day, on a whim, Sang brought a large pot of golden oranges and put them on the stone table in the courtyard. Because the imp has a peculiarity, he does not eat, only fruits, especially oranges. So on this day, Sang Wushi made a decision-

She stood in the courtyard, took a big breath, and shouted very loudly: "Zi Mo!!" and then turned around, and sure enough, she saw the little ghost floating behind her with her ears covered, and her little palm covering her ears, looking very painful. Sang looked at him from time to time, smiling so unhappily, since the day she picked him up, she had another interest - teasing the little ghost. Although people are very arrogant, and too sleepy, too uncaring for people.

The little ghost let go of his little hand and gave her a very strange look, "I can hear you." ”

Sang Wushi walked to the table and sat down, hooked his lips and smiled: "No, your hearing is not sensitive enough, you have to shout for a long time every time, you see what good things I brought you." As he spoke, he gave him a pot full of oranges.

One, two, three.

Sure enough, the blue eyes that were full of tiredness at the last moment as if they were about to close at any time immediately woke up the moment they saw the oranges. Then the imp fell silent. Although he has never made a fuss.

Sang Wushi watched his eyes change from lazy to full of anticipation, and he was a little nervous and uneasy because of anticipation, and his heart was relieved. Finally, at the moment when the little white hand was slightly raised, she quickly got up and lifted a large pot of oranges on the table to the top of her head.

Finally, the little ghost's gaze moved from the orange to Sang Wushi's body, his original expression changed from innocent and cute to serious at this moment, and the look of "I want to see what tricks you do" made her a little unhappy.

Sang Wushi coughed lightly, a hint of cunning flashed in his eyes, and he smiled evilly: "Do you want it? If you want it, you can beg me, if you ask me, I will give it to you!" Then, he hurriedly added: "It's all for you!"

The imp frowned at her, then glanced at the kumquat above her head, and pursed his lips slightly, as if he was making a difficult decision. And the next moment, he, who was floating in the air, floated lightly on the chair under the tree, found a comfortable posture, and then looked at her with one hand on his cheek. may be because of the slightest sleepiness, those blue eyes are dyed with a layer of mist, which looks confusing, innocent and beautiful, and can't help but sink into it.

Probably because she was surprised by the little ghost's reaction, or because she was bewildered by his beauty, she unconsciously held a pot of oranges for a long time...... Suddenly, his arm was a little sore......

And at this moment, he suddenly spoke, and said something very bad, "Aren't you tired?" After speaking, he yawned, and there was a trace of worry in his sleepy eyes.

Sang Wushi twitched the corners of his eyes uncontrollably, glanced at the orange he was lifting, gritted his teeth and said, "You came to get it." ”

"You're going to let it go. ”

...... Uncle him. Sang looked at the sky speechlessly, this little ghost is a bit difficult to do. Discouraged, he put down the orange and handed it to him, "Give it, take it, take it." You have to be polite to me, little ghost, you know? You eat and live for nothing, I don't ask you to do anything. Sang Wushi always felt that he was deflated, but when he looked at that little face, he suddenly lost his anger again. "It's not because I'm tired of lifting, I'm too lazy to tease you, understand?" she insisted repeatedly.

The little ghost's eyes stayed on the orange she handed over, but he didn't take it, but thoughtfully. His expression is sometimes as innocent and cute as a child, and sometimes he seems to be an old man who looks down on all things, which is unpredictable.

"I said, little ghost, you don't look like a person in the demon clan, and you don't look like a person who helps the wind and immortals, you can't be a spirit, right?" Sang Wushi put his unpicked orange back on the table, and also sat aside and looked at him, "And you can't speak? I mean normal speech, not with the original god, don't you know?"

The little ghost raised his hand slightly, ignoring her words, and a gust of wind blew, and a kumquat fell into his hand.

...... I watched her tease him for a long time just now......

Sang Wushi accentuated his tone slightly, "Little ghost, let me tell you, I took you in, so you have to learn to be grateful to Dade You know? I'll be very angry if I tease me with spells again." She raised her fist as if threatening.

The little ghost's fingers moved slightly, and in an instant, the smooth golden orange had no skin, leaving only the orange and clear flesh in his hand, he broke off a petal and put it in his mouth elegantly, and looked at her lightly with blue eyes: "I have a name, didn't you name me?"

Sang Wushi was slightly stunned when he heard this, "Uh... Oh, too, it looks like I started it. She glanced at the little ghost, and yo, his expression was serious.

He took a small bite of the orange and continued to say calmly, "What's it called?"

She thought about it, "Zimo?"

When Zi Mo heard this, the corners of his mouth hooked slightly.

Sang Wushi was stunned for a moment, if he wasn't mistaken, he seemed to laugh just now, and it didn't seem to be.

In fact, at first she thought this little ghost was very suspicious, but it seems that after a period of observation, she found that he was not a threat to her for the time being. Moreover, she had been speculating about his race, and if he was just a spirit, she had heard that there was a ritual of signing a contract......

"What did I ask you just now, Zimo, are you a spirit clan?" Sang Wushi's smart golden eyes turned slightly, and he smiled so kindly.

And he didn't seem to quite understand her words, and tilted his head to look at her.

Sang Wushi's expression suddenly became serious, "Then if you want to live here all the time and want to eat my oranges, you have to recognize me as the master, the spirit clan doesn't have that kind of contract, yes, the contract!" her eyes stared at him who was slightly ignorant, and hinted madly.

The latter thought for a long time, looked at her quietly and said, "What is the contract?"

"No matter what it is, if you recognize me as your master, you can only follow me and have oranges to eat. "Well, she used all the coercion and temptation, but she also knew that this little ghost was not easy to fool.

But just when she thought there was no hope, Zimo suddenly put down her hand and looked at the other golden oranges on the table, with a rare and embarrassed look.

Sang Wushi raised his eyebrows and then tempted: "And there will be many, many delicious foods, you can have whatever you want." ”

"I promise you. Her unusually decisive answer surprised her, "Are you sure?" She was deeply suspicious, so easily deceived?

However, the next moment, Zi Mo's expression became very solemn, "But I have three conditions." ”

What is this tone so serious...... Sang Wushi frowned at him.

"First, I am the Spirit of your mouth, but you cannot tell anyone about my existence unless I want to. ”

Sang Wushi: ......

He sat up, "Second, you can't force me to do what I don't want to do, unless I want to. ”

...... Sang Wushi's smile gradually ......

Glancing at her, he said as if emotional: "Third, you can't let me go hungry." "Unmistakably the tone. "If you break any of these terms, the contract will be terminated, then, do you want to do this?" When he finished saying this, Zimo gently floated in front of her, his right hand raised slightly, and placed it in front of her forehead.

"Wait!" Sang interrupted by stepping back slightly. I always feel a little uneasy, and I can't tell where I am uneasy. She waved her hand quickly, and suddenly there was no expression on her face, "Forget it, don't engage in these polite things, we have made a verbal agreement, you can leave at any time if you don't want to, what are so many rules." ”

The young man's hand froze slightly, and then he moved his whole body back for some distance, his eyes a little dark and obscure.