"Why are you here again?"
"I came to see him and see if he was okay."
"You are not human."
"Yes, I'm not a human, but how many men haven't had a sweet dream of being seduced by a vixen?"
"You're annoying."
"Almost as annoying as you."
The white fox sat by the windowsill, holding a cigarette in her hand, wearing a very exaggerated nightclub dress from the last century, which looked very similar to the photos of Anita Mui.
The little girl was sitting at the desk in her bedroom with her homework book in front of her.
"She has to go to bed before ten o'clock. If you come, I have to come out to watch you and help her with her elementary school homework."
"I think you're enjoying it."
"You can see that?"
"Yes, I see. However, I have to remind you of one thing. I have heard that some ghost messengers will suffer from the assimilation of the host's consciousness and eventually turn themselves into mental patients."
What the white fox didn't know was that
There really was such a person in Tongcheng before. He was almost insane, and was finally saved in Boss Zhou's belly.
"You don't understand."
"I understand. You envy her life, long for her life, and even fantasize about whether you can live your life again in this way
In other words,
Did you lack the love of your parents in your previous life, and did you not have very good study conditions?"
Not many people know about these things.
The little girl glanced at the windowsill and didn't respond.
"I guessed it. It's obvious. You're dreaming. This isn't some 'rebirth' novel. This dream is too thin and not worth having."
"You came here late at night just to talk to me about psychology?"
"no."
"Why is that?"
"I'm afraid."
"Afraid?"
“I don’t know what I’m afraid of, I just got scared all of a sudden.
I used to come here occasionally, but I spent most of my time in that club. I can give him a membership card, and he can also come to my place to spend money. It's just over the highway, close to Yangzhou."
"I thank you for him."
"You're welcome. It's what I should do."
"You're getting off topic."
"I've strayed off topic. Where were we just now? Oh, right. I've been feeling a bit down lately. I've been feeling flustered all day long and can't even concentrate."
"Scare yourself?"
"I am a demon, and you are a ghost transformed from a human. Actually, to be honest, which demon didn't crawl out of the corpses of other animals after surviving a narrow escape from death
If I didn't have some quick wit or something called a sixth sense, I would have died countless times.
You humans always like to use the 'law of the jungle' to lament about things.
But I grew up in the old forest.
If I don’t trust my sixth sense, what should I trust?”
The little Lolita shook her head slightly, "So, why are you here?"
"I'm a little panicked, but I don't want to go back to the old forest. I want to find a nest nearby to hide for the time being."
"To the bookstore?"
"It can't be you here."
"Actually, I really don't recommend you go to the bookstore."
Because, if something was going to happen in Tongcheng, the bookstore would inevitably be involved.
Besides,
In the bookstore during the day,
Boss Zhou has already made it clear to his subordinates that something big might happen in a while, so Yueya and other foreign ghost messengers did not go back, but stayed in Tongcheng, ready to be summoned at any time.
"But I can't think of where to go. I'm so cute and adorable, so I should be popular, right
Whether it is making cute pets or rbq,
How many people can refuse? "
The little girl thought of the marten that the boss had just brought back to the bookstore today, put down her pencil, and said helplessly:
“There are quite a few animals in the store now.”
"It's just a monkey, how come there are more? Your boss doesn't seem to be interested in women, does he like love that transcends race
Otherwise, why do you always bring animals home? "
"If you want to go, you can go. I won't stop you."
"Aren't you going?"
"I'll wait for the call."
The implication is,
I'll go when you need my help.
"Well, maybe you are the smartest one." The white fox walked down from the windowsill, stood in front of a group of rag dolls, and teased them casually, "Stay away from trouble, and you have such a good excuse and reason.
But as I said last time, how can you do well in the mix and not get your clothes wet at all
Just like those princesses in the clubs’ KTVs who sell their smiles but not their bodies, they only stick to the last bit of their bottom line, but they also understand that it is impossible not to be taken advantage of by the customers.”
"I don't need you to tell me what to do."
"This is fate. It was determined when he forced you to be his subordinate."
"I know."
"No, you don't know. You are a ghost messenger. If you remove the word 'chauffeur', you are just a 'ghost'.
A ghost, obsessed with the warmth and coldness of a family in the world of the living, obsessed with a father, obsessed with a bad relationship,
I don’t need to give examples of similar tragic stories. Generally, you can tell that the ending will be extremely tragic after reading the beginning.
Most importantly, he is not Father G."
"You talk too much."
"Okay, okay, I won't bother you anymore. I'll go down and take a look at him, okay? I'll leave after I'm done and go to the bookstore to ask for someone to take me in."
The little girl lowered her head, picked up the pen and continued doing her homework.
The white fox walked towards the door, and its body changed from a human to a white fox, its fur was crystal clear and soft, and its fox eyes were full of spring water.
She went downstairs and into the living room.
The living room was empty, but it was filled with the aroma of broth.
In the kitchen, the hostess was still preparing a midnight snack, but this midnight snack was not light at all. She was cooking meat, and the aroma of meat filled the air.
The white fox shook his head, walked to the door of the study, and crawled in through the gap.
She saw the man sitting behind the desk looking at the case. He was very serious, with a slightly frown on his face. From time to time, he picked up a pen to write and draw and make notes.
Serious men are the most handsome.
The white fox has lived for a long time, and naturally, in her heart, she does not have any idea of male superiority and female inferiority. If any man dares to force her to say something like "wife is the head of the family" in front of her, she doesn't mind making that man inhuman for life.
But she is naturally good at appreciating and observing the so-called "beauty" of men.
The one in front of me,
Undoubtedly a very beautiful one.
His gentleness, his thoughtfulness, his temperament, his elegance,
It's a pity that the Qing Dynasty is no longer here.
Otherwise, let him be a poor scholar.
Come meet by the lake,
What a wonderful thing that would be.
The white fox watched quietly at the door. She didn't say anything. In fact, she knew that he should be unsure of her existence.
I watched it for a long time.
The white fox then reluctantly turned away.
Alcohol is a poison that penetrates the intestines, and lust is a sword hanging over your head.
The white fox shook its tail.
She was ready to leave.
She needs to seek shelter.
Things that are too gentle and beautiful are often fragile.
She came to the living room again.
I saw the hostess carrying a large bowl of broth and placing it on the coffee table.
But what was a bit surprising was that there were a few light side dishes next to the broth.
The hostess should be much better than before, but some habits that are almost ingrained in her bones seem impossible to change, for example, she likes to make broth.
Even if she cooked many other dishes, she would not feel satisfied without the broth, as if her obsessive-compulsive disorder was killing her.
And he would still happily drink soup and eat meat,
Is it acting or true feelings
Or maybe, it's acting that really reveals his true feelings
The white fox stood beside the coffee table, and the hostess knocked on the study door to call her husband out for a midnight snack.
In the soup pot, white steam rises.
Suddenly, a thought came to the White Fox's mind.
Since he likes to drink broth, since he likes to eat meat,
So,
Fox meat,
Is it okay
When I think of this,
The white fox immediately shook its head.
I was also a little scared.
Why do I have such a terrible thought
She wanted him to eat her.
But this is not the way to eat it.
at the same time,
I feel somewhat fortunate.
perhaps,
Is it because I don’t like it enough
The white fox walked out of the gate,
Walked out of the villa,
Walked out of the neighborhood,
Walked onto the road.
She slowly transformed from a white fox back into a woman, wearing a white down jacket, with a pure and charming look.
She knows how to perfectly display the beauty of women.
She enjoyed it, too.
This is not to flatter the men of the past.
Just to live up to the talent God gave me.
Although,
It seemed like God wanted to kill me with a bolt of lightning.
Walking and walking,
Baihu felt a little tired. She didn't want to take a taxi because her mind was a little confused. Emotions, love, desire, life, death, and many other things were constantly stewing in her mind.
This reminded her of when she was caught by an old hunter before she transformed. The old hunter didn't kill her or skin her, but invited her to eat with him, using a broken iron pot and a big stew.
She also drank, and finally both she and the old hunter were drunk.
When you wake up,
The old hunter is no longer with us.
A few years later,
She transformed herself into a human, and planned to go find him with the gold to repay him, because he was too old, an old man, and didn't want to repay her with his body.
The old hunter had died long ago.
She placed the gold in the hunter's hall.
later,
The hunter's three sons fought each other to grab the gold. One of them was disabled, one died, and the other was caught by the government.
After hearing these things,
She was confused for a long time.
perhaps,
If the old hunter were still alive, and were given a chance to choose again, he would probably peel off his own skin on that day.
Ha ha ha ha…
Walking and walking,
She sat down at a secluded bus stop.
The tail was exposed, swaying gently in the darkness behind him, and then moved down to his neck, as if he was wearing a scarf.
The white fox stroked its tail greedily.
She also likes and is addicted to this feeling.
only,
When her hand touched the horrible scar at the base of the tail,
The whole person suddenly trembled.
She recalled the time in the bathtub.
The tail is broken...
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