ghost marriage

Ignoring his joke, Fu Changting suddenly reached out and grabbed his right hand that he hadn't retracted in time.

"You..." Han Yu was startled, struggling to free his hand.The Taoist's palm was scorching hot, so hot that it reminded him of the warmth on the medicine bottle.Ghostly and yin, just a little heat can fill the entire empty heart.

There was still no joy or anger in Fu Changting's eyes.He insisted on holding his hand, and brushed the other hand between his wrists, like the warm spring breeze blowing from the willow forest by the lake in March, blowing over the intertwined fingers of the two, brushing against the back of Han Ji's hand, and finally stroked He opened his sleeves and held Ghost's slender wrist.

Han Ji felt a burst of warmth in his wrist, and looked down, but it was the beaded chain that Fu Changting handed over through the curtain during the day, and it was dangling on his wrist.

Before he could ask a question, Fu Changting opened his mouth first: "It's good for your practice and helps you enter reincarnation early."

"I don't..." Refusing to blurt out, Han Ji pulled back hard, trying to free his hand, but in the end, the left hand that was pulling the bead chain was also caught by him.

Taoist's palms were tightly attached to the back of his hands, intertwined fingers crossed each other.Han Ji noticed that Fu Changting was looking directly at his severed finger, his heart skipped a beat, and he struggled harder: "Let go!"

Even at this moment, the normally well-behaved Taoist priest did not give in half a bit. He turned his palm over and firmly grasped the back of his hand, allowing his hand engraved with humiliation to appear straightforwardly in front of the two of them.

"You!" Han Yu blushed, gritted his teeth, and turned his head away, unwilling to see any disdain in his eyes.He has seen too many eyes like that.There is no need for this upright Taoist priest to repeat.

"Everything from yesterday is like death yesterday." Between the severed fingers, his eyes were clear, and it was still the selfless face that condemned evil spirits to death, and the corners of his eyes and brows were filled with indescribable tenderness and pity, "Reincarnation, too much in the world bitter."

When was the last time someone spoke to him like that?Such a look, such a tone, such a scorching palm, a few words, all the way from the ear to the bottom of my heart, just like the rouge box he just threw into the lake, there was a soft "dong", and countless words spread out. ripple.Sadness, grievance, sadness, anger, complex emotions that cannot be explained clearly were all awakened by his short sentence, gushing up from the deepest part of his heart, but they were all blocked in his throat.

You high-sounding Taoist priest, what do you know!How much can you experience?

For a long time, the ghost, who had always lowered his eyes, slowly raised his head, with a pair of eyes full of sarcasm on his delicate and handsome face: "I, no, willing, willing."