As soon as Ji Yongchuan saw her, he was about to cry again, just like a helpless parent seeing his own bear child making a fuss.
Unspeakably anxious.
He immediately drank coldly: "Are you angry, you are crying and mourning, please sing to me cheerfully, and then sing like a ghost, you later... hum."
I was going to talk about some particularly infiltrating punishments.
But thinking of Bai Weiwei, a cowardly woman, she threatened those ghosts with her eyes instead.
Hundred Ghosts: Ghost singing is not what is ghost calling? And they're all dead, where's the anger
Ji Yongchuan's black pupils all turned red, extremely terrifying, "Sing, do you want me to wait until next year's death anniversary?"
Bai Gui immediately raised his head, eyes, and hair and sang, "You are my little, little apple... Light up my life!"
While singing, he lifted his feet and raised his hands and shook his body cheerfully.
A few flimsy ghosts, jumping too magically, eyeballs, stumps of calves, and stumps are thrown everywhere.
Ji Yongchuan: ... why is it so unsightly.
System: … eyes my eyes!
Bai Weiwei: ... I have to read all the sins I have done while kneeling.
Hundred Ghosts: Come on, Huo Huo Huo hurt each other.
The cinema was gloomy, and the ghostly singing was cheerful and eerie.
The dancing postures are full of demons, both festive and terrifying.
Ji Yongchuan stared for a while before looking down at Bai Weiwei.
Within 0.01 seconds of Bai Weiwei's expression, her expression changed successfully, and her dead fish eyes lit up with curiosity.
The originally frightened expression turned into a cute innocence in an instant.
This is called a real face change.
When Ji Yongchuan saw her, he saw a gloomy movie under the yellow light.
Her face was a little crimson, and she was beautiful and lovely.
There was no fear in the clear eyes.
As if sensing that someone was looking at her, she couldn't help raising her head to meet his eyes, without the slightest transition, she showed a sweet smile.
"You are amazing, little brother."
Worship, simple and straightforward.
It just hits the heart.
Ji Yongchuan suddenly felt that the dancing of the demons was pretty good too.
[Ding, the male protagonist's favorability is 20.]
I finished watching Hundred Ghosts Little Apple.
Ji Yongchuan led Bai Weiwei to her house.
Bai Weiwei is like a little sparrow, chatting endlessly.
Ji Yongchuan was born from the land of chaos and ghosts. He was used to hearing tragic screams, and he also heard a lot of resentful screams.
But it was the first time that I felt that human nagging was so unbearable.
"Little brother, let me decorate the house. I heard that ghosts need to be worshipped. Where is your urn? I'll go and invite you back."
"Little brother, what color clothes do you like, I'll burn them for you."
"Little brother, is the ghost lonely? It's definitely not lonely anymore. You have me with you."
"Little brother..."
Ji Yongchuan pretended to be gentle and responded with a smile.
It's okay to cry and cry all the time, this nagging skill can nagging the dead.
I really want to strangle her now.
But when she died, she must also be a crybaby, a nagging ghost.
Wouldn't it be even more clinging to him then
Ji Yongchuan shuddered when he thought that Bai Weiwei would not let him go if she turned into a ghost.
At the door of the house, Bai Weiwei suddenly raised her head, "Little brother, you let those ghosts dance and sing to me, I haven't returned the gift yet."
Ji Yongchuan: Just give me more treasures from your family.
Of course, these words did not fit his pure and beautiful ghost design, he smiled lightly, just about to refuse.
She was already on tiptoe.
A flash of tenderness, with a touch of sweetness.
Ji Yongchuan stiffened.
Bai Weiwei smiled, "Gift for you."
Ji Yongchuan: Is this a gift
His face couldn't help but turn red, and his heart without a heartbeat was warm, and some strange feelings went around his chest, and he couldn't tell what it was.