Bai Weiwei held the flower with a happy face, "Thank you, little brother."
Ji Yongchuan frowned suddenly, "What is our relationship, why thank you."
Bai Weiwei: What's the matter? Is the relationship between the big show and the little show
She couldn't help squinting, her eyes were full of clear joy, and she replied sweetly, "Well, thank you, love you."
This is simply a foul.
Ji Yongchuan clenched his fists, those gentle pretences could no longer be used arbitrarily by her.
Lying is not an easy task.
Or Bai Weiwei is too easy to be deceived, any wild flowers on Huangquan Road can be laughed so happily.
That's why he has no sense of accomplishment.
Walking through Huangquan Road, they saw Naihe Bridge.
On the bridge, men and women walked separately.
Some ghosts are standing on the bridge, not knowing what they are looking at.
Bai Weiwei's face turned pale when she saw these ghosts, this is really scary.
Ji Yongchuan was used to it, "Do you know what the most famous scenery on Naihe Bridge is?"
Bai Weiwei's teeth are sore, "What scenery?"
Ji Yongchuan said calmly, "A ghost jumps into a river."
Bai Weiwei: "..."
No, she wants to complain about the ghost world tour group, what kind of scenery is this
Ji Yongchuan took her and walked to the Naihe Bridge. Under the Naihe Bridge, countless pale ghost hands of the Wangchuan River were desperately reaching up.
Seems to be looking for a scapegoat.
Bai Weiwei: Don't look at it, don't look at it, there are white radishes growing in the ground below, it's not scary at all if it's not a ghost hand.
They had just stepped onto the bridge, and a ghost in front of them suddenly screamed, "After waiting for you for so many years, you let Laozi pigeons and don't live anymore!"
After speaking, the ghost plopped and jumped into the river.
Ji Yongchuan said very calmly, "Look, you dance really well."
Bai Weiwei: "..."
Another ghost floated around them, "I said that waiting for you for three lives and three lives, one more day and one less day is not considered three lives and three lives."
There were also a few ghosts looking at Wangchuan River dementedly, "How long will it take for you to come back? How long will it take?"
Ji Yongchuan noticed the trembling of her fingers, only to realize that she was a little scared.
On the Internet, wouldn't she be happy if she brought her to the holy land of love
He immediately explained, "This is the Holy Land of Love."
Bai Weiwei: "Love Holy Land?"
Is this low's name originally another name for Naihe Bridge
The ghost world is too creative.
Ji Yongchuan: "Because there are many ghosts on the Naihe Bridge waiting for their lovers in their lifetimes, there is no saying that you and I will meet for a hundred years. Which one dies at the age of ninety-seven will wait three years on the Naihe Bridge."
Bai Weiwei's face was sluggish, her legs were soft and her heart palpitated in front of so many ghosts who died at the age of ninety-seven.
Ji Yongchuan is still trying his best to instill the concept of love in the ghost world, "So Naihe Bridge is the bridge of love. Many ghosts have waited for hundreds of years and thousands of years, and finally they can't wait for their lover, and they die in love again. What is this not a holy land of love?"
Can the Holy Land of Love and the Holy Land of Martyrdom be the same thing
Or is love a grave for lovers
That's why he built such a bridge of Naihe to scare ghosts
Bai Weiwei's face stiffened, "That little brother, will you also wait for me?"
Ji Yongchuan was taken aback, "Wait for you?"
Bai Weiwei looked up in fear, her eyes seemed a little sad, but the corners of her mouth raised a smile.
"If I die at the age of ninety-seven, will you wait for me for three years?"
Ji Yongchuan's empty chest was full of sourness. He opened his mouth several times and finally said, "I don't have to wait for you, I'm not always by your side."