Mr. love

In the end, Liu Fuchen killed one of the mouse spirits in the coffin, and the other mouse spirit was wounded and escaped.

I took Liu Fuchen upstairs and went home, I thought it was over.

Unexpectedly, at three o'clock in the morning, five white-clothed ghosts crawled out of the toilet, all of them baring their teeth and claws.

But with a flick of Liu Fuchen's sleeve, the red sleeve became longer, directly harvesting five ghost heads.

Originally, I looked at Liu Fuchen as if he wanted to eat ghost heads in front of me, but Liu Fuchen took a look at me and put away his long nails, smiled shyly at me, grabbed five ghost heads by their hair, and dragged them into the living room at home.

I immediately took off the cover, ran to the bathroom and started throwing up.

After vomiting, I stood in front of the sink a little tired and washed my face with cold water.

After washing, he raised his head to look at the dark circles under his eyes, frowned and held his forehead, swallowing his sigh.

In the end, when he turned off the faucet and turned around, he saw Liu Fuchen standing at the door of the toilet with lowered eyebrows.

He put away all his nails, hid his hands in his wide sleeves, and his waist-length black hair stuck to his clothes softly.

There are no shoes on the feet, the feet are as small as women's feet, and the toenails are all round and pink.

The red dress covered her calves, revealing her fair and beautiful ankles.

I guess he should have seen me throw up, just like this.

"I'm going to bed, you sleep in the guest room." I lifted my legs and was about to step out of the toilet door.

But the clothes were pulled by him, with a lot of strength, it was not enough to tear the clothes.

"Husband, I won't eat at home anymore, don't be angry." Liu Fuchen startled me when he opened his mouth.

He actually... also, he is an ancient ghost.

"...You can call me Mr.." Anyway, I am also a novelist, so it is not an exaggeration to call me Mr.

I broke off his persistent fingers, then walked out of the toilet and entered my room with a blank expression, and closed the door and locked it to sleep.

Lying on the bed after turning off the lights, I couldn't fall asleep, looking at the ceiling above my head, thinking of Liu Fuchen's fingers made of ice, long and thin, cold and pale.

Thinking of the name Guimen again, I naturally classify Guimen as the school of raising ghosts or the school of cultivating with ghosts in supernatural novels.

After thinking about it, I gradually became sleepy, and my eyelids became more and more heavy.

But the ears heard the sound of the lock being unlocked outside, and all of a sudden the sleepiness disappeared.

I sat up abruptly, got out of bed and rushed to the door to open it, but I didn't see Liu Fuchen.

"Did you just open my door?" I walked to the guest room door angrily and asked.

"Sir, that's an auditory hallucination." Liu Fuchen's voice came from inside.

I was a little annoyed, "Don't sneak up on my bed, I don't want to sleep with you in my arms."

After I finished speaking, I went back to the room and closed the door to continue sleeping, this time it was not locked.

He has the ability to open the lock, so what's the point of me locking it.

At the end, when I was about to fall asleep, I heard Liu Fuchen's voice again.

"Sir, husband and wife are supposed to sleep together..." The tone was a bit aggrieved.

I really haven't seen any ghost marriage who wants to sleep together. Ghost marriage is nothing more than a formality, so do you want to cultivate a relationship?

I didn't mind him, closed my eyes and fell asleep slowly.

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in the bedroom.

Liu Fuchen was lying on the ceiling, face down, and his black hair was hanging down naturally.

There was only a cold look on Liu Fuchen's face, and there was a red light in his eyes.

The nails grew rapidly centimeter by centimeter, and there was a murderous look on his body.

"Sir, you don't like me at all." He bit his lower lip, and then said a cold affirmation.

The red sleeve lowered slowly, and when it was about to touch the man's neck, the red sleeve pulled away instantly as if it had been electrocuted.

Liu Fuchen finally returned to the guest room with red eyes, and buried herself in the quilt aggrieved.

Ghosts don't need to sleep, so Liu Fuchen stays at two o'clock and one line all night.

Hunt, go home.

He can only maintain his appearance if he has a strong ghostly aura, and he doesn't want to see the disgusting look in that person's eyes.

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the next day.

"300 million?" I looked at the bank text message, wondering if it was a fraudulent text message.

So I quickly checked the Nanyang Bank software and checked the balance.

Three hundred and fifteen thousand and sixty yuan.

I remembered the Weibo I saw before, and my eyes fell on Liu Fuchen who was playing with his hair.

"Sir, that is my dowry."

Weibo is not your ghost?I stared at Liu Fuchen suspiciously.

But he didn't seem to see it, instead he said with a low smile, "Sir, it's time to get ready for convincing."

"I'm going to Shaling Village today." I checked the village on my mobile phone. It's in Jixiang County, Chenjiang City, very close to my current Chazai City.

After I finished speaking, I started to pack my things, mobile phone, wallet, cigarettes, lighters, earphones, power bank, ID card and bank card.

There is also a short black umbrella.

When I was packing my things, Liu Fuchen floated over, and when he saw me packing the black umbrella into the travel bag, his eyebrows and eyes were crooked with a smile.

"Mr. do you know, I like the temperature of Mr.'s body very much."

I turned my head and glanced at him, and asked coldly, "How much is my temperature?"

"Mister hates..." Liu Fuchen secretly scratched my palm without my noticing.