[Douluo] I just want to be a disabled person

People have to pay something for their recklessness.

Before starting, Lao Ding never thought that they would collapse so quickly.

In a few breaths, as the black smoke obscured his vision, sword light accompanied by screams struck in all directions. They leave dazzling ravines on the bluestone slabs, along with fragile lives.

"Uncle Lin still insists on messing with old bones." He looked at the restless old man in his eyes and threw the black hammer in his left hand: "Don't blame me for being too harsh."

...Otherwise, grandma should blame me for not respecting the elderly and loving the young.

The smiling man thought so.

Different from the relaxed and comfortable feeling in him, the warrior who tried to challenge the dignity of his master was struggling to survive.

There were layers of wooden debris scattered across the field, exuding a stench and a rotten smell.

"Is it just this level?"

The short boots stepped on the branches, and the "click" sound completely suppressed the weak cry for help.

Old Ding was lying on the ground, staring blankly at the man who tilted his head and smiled under the blood moon.

Even though blood was flying all over the sky, the man who was roaring back and forth was still as neat as new.

——He was stained with sin and covered himself with hypocrisy.

"That's so sorry." The door master put his hand into a fist and put it to his mouth, coughed lightly, and waved to the servant who followed him respectfully: "Suixin, throw them out."

"Yes."

The slightly handsome man took a few steps forward with an expressionless face, grabbed the burdens on the ground and walked out step by step.

The first thing he cleaned up were those from the Tang Sect.

"What about things?"

Lao Ding didn't answer him, as if he didn't understand.

The door owner didn't seem angry, he grabbed his collar and slowly lowered his body.

Looking up, the half-crouching man's figure looks particularly tall and straight. The cyan pulse was uneven and attached to the skin, like ugly scars.

"I actually admire the courage of you guys."

The raised corners of his lips narrowed as he watched the thin door owner easily lift Old Ding from the ground, whose limbs had been cut open. He shook his arms impatiently, moved his feet... and stepped hard on the fingers of Sister Yu who was lying next to him.

"Ouch——"

The dying woman shrank back reflexively and tried her best to pull out the hand with broken joints, but it was to no avail.

A few low moans escaped her lips, which made Old Ding tremble.

The pain obscured the perception from her eyes, making her even more frightened due to blurred recognition.

——The man's eyes were like a manic sea, and the rolling blood swallowed everything up like a huge mouth.

"I originally wanted to let you go."

Old Ding listened with sarcasm flashing in his eyes, feeling pity for the victor's hypocrisy.

The door owner sighed in distress and pressed his feet harder. The woman's increasingly depressed screams added a bit of darkness to the night, and the noisy crows thought it was the opening song of the ball and sang in unison.

"thing!"

The door master repeated it again, his eyes intertwined with azure blue and blood red piercing people's hearts. At his feet, Sister Yu had completely fainted, and her breath was so weak that she could hardly hear it.

Old Ding moved his neck and pretended to be stupid: "No, I don't know, what are you talking about."

"You think I have a good temper? Ha!"

After casually throwing Old Ding into the newly cleared space, the man tilted his head and moved his wrist. The joints were pressed and made a clear crisp sound. Old Ding supported his body with one hand and stared at his every move with a heavy gaze.

It was clear that he was at the end of his rope, but there was no sign of despair on his face.

The black smoke condensed into eight sharp spears, and they roared wantonly behind the man.

One step, two steps...

The footsteps of death are getting closer.

The boss at this level seemed to understand the principle of "villains die from talking too much". After struggling for a while without receiving any reply, he quickly made the decision to "kill" him.

Old Ding swallowed silently, moistening his hoarse throat.

Through the floating clouds, he vaguely saw something quietly raising its head.

one two Three……

Following the beat, the back of the hand, which was sharp and thin and covered with a layer of wrinkled bark, poked out from behind the man like lightning. They approached silently, seizing the opportunity to restrain the wanton man skillfully.

His hands were hanging by his sides, and the branches were tied into ropes to tie the man tightly from his shoulders to his feet.

——Together with those nihilistic spears.

The door owner frowned when he saw this, and lightly hooked the fingers of his right hand. The next second, the hammer he threw flew obediently from a distance. Butler Tang, who had pretended to be defeated before, had no time to stop him, so he could only hatefully block Tang Suixin, who wanted to rush over to support after realizing something was wrong. Front.

The remaining servants who had long since turned into trees also struggled to get up from the ground and stretched out their hands towards their former master.

Upon seeing this, Old Ding's eyes flashed with joy. He quickly took out the small cage that was still emitting warmth from his back, and threw it out while the man was fighting with the others.

"Boom!"

Just like the Poké Ball round battle, the pocket-sized cage enlarged countless times the moment it touched the man. It falls from the sky and draws the earth as a prison.

After noticing the movement here, Butler Tang's mouth curved in a pleasant way: "Suixin, it seems that we are going to win this game."

"Uncle Lin, don't be too confident." The young man who held back a large group of trees in Wuyangyang by himself was not shaken by the scene in front of him. "It's not midnight yet, and the outcome has not yet been decided." It’s knowable.”

"Really?" Butler Tang raised a branch and slapped him hard, but his tone was completely opposite and gentle: "Then I... we'll see."

"...Then Uncle Lin is optimistic about it."

Tang Suixin raised the sword in his hand horizontally and nimbly dodged the continuous attacks from all around. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the object that the rickety man took out, and the tension that had just risen in his heart immediately faded a bit.

If it were anyone else, he might really need to worry, but if it was this...

Tang Suixin sighed silently and shed tears of sympathy for that naive fool who didn't know whether to live or die.

Young people... are still too naive!

Old Ding didn't know what he was thinking. He held the warm white jade hairpin in his hand and walked confidently towards the man leaning on the railing.

Although he was at a disadvantage, his calm attitude gave people another illusion.

——Longyou Shoal, still a god.

"Want to negotiate a deal? Mr. Tang."

The man glanced at the wooden fragments on the soles of his feet that he had ground into fine powder, and his attitude remained unhurried: "Oh? What kind of deal?"

Lao Ding's eyes drifted to the hairpin in his hand: "You let us leave, and I will return this to you, how about it?"

"Pfft!" The man let out a strange muffled laugh and gave him a meaningful look: "I'm being locked up here by you now. The battle over there is still at a stalemate. If you want to leave, you can go directly through the front door... But Do you still want to negotiate a deal with me?"

Is your brain broken?

The subtext is given a nakedly mocking effect.

Lao Ding smiled, with a very innocent feeling: "...So I have an unkind favor, sir. What do you think of it?"

"Let's talk about it first?" The door owner rubbed his fingers. The black smoke, which was particularly vicious in front of outsiders, now neatly shrank into a ball and rolled on his fingertips.

"Please die."

"Whoa!"

The whimsical conditions frightened the two people next to them so much that they couldn't help but look horrified. And those dead branches were so scared that they couldn't even control their hands and feet, and they kept falling down one by one while trembling.

——It seemed like he was laughing, but also like he was afraid.

Butler Tang, who was forced to commit the crime, didn't expect this humble guy to be so bold! Although it is true that the ultimate goal is this, but by stating the goal directly...does it really feel like you have lived too long?

But Tang Suixin felt even more absurd feelings in her heart. Although he has met many naive and arrogant outsiders over the years, such arrogance... is rare in the world.

Tang Suixin: "..."

Ah, does he really think he will win?

Do you know what the calm before the storm is? ! !

After glancing over there speechlessly, Tang Suixin and Butler Tang slowed down their movements slightly. The two of them exchanged an "indescribable" look, and invariably began to watch the movement not far away.

Butler Tang: Are you betting?

Tang Suixin (upright): What are you betting on?

Butler Tang: I will be the accomplice next time.

Tang Suixin: Get out!

……

The timid conspiracy ended in a regrettable outcome of uneven chips.

Meanwhile, on the other side.

Faced with Lao Ding's "outspokenness", the owner's reaction was very dull.

He sat on the ground leisurely, resting his head on one hand and raising his chin slowly, as if watching the show, "Please start the show."

"What gave you the illusion...that I would still want something dirty like that?"

Dirty?

After hearing this, Lao Ding couldn't help but lower his head and follow his line of sight, his face suddenly darkened.

Does this guy mean that he is dirty because he touched it?

"Ha ha……"

A low laugh made everything clear.

The door owner curled his lips noncommittally and reminded: "It's almost midnight, aren't you leaving yet?"

"If you don't leave...you won't be able to leave~"

The threats in his eyes made the two people who were watching the show happily immediately became obedient. Tang Suixin showed some flaws at the right time and was knocked to the ground skillfully.

"Break the hairpin!"

Butler Tang shouted sternly, with a bit of panic on his face.

Old Ding was hesitant when he heard the words, but after meeting the sarcastic gaze of the man opposite him, he made an impulse, and the white jade hairpin in his hand fell to the ground with a "clack".

!!!

Lao Ding, who had no idea of ​​"breaking it", hurriedly looked down and breathed a sigh of relief when he discovered that it had only been accidentally broken into pieces.

He bent down and was about to pick it up, but found that the white hosta was being dragged by a thin black mist and moving towards the other side.

Lao Ding: "..."

Didn’t you say you wouldn’t want it again? You should cover it up better! ! !

What about the ancestral "virtue and compromise" passed down by the bosses?

Old Ding, who had been tricked countless times, took a few steps forward and hesitated for a moment. Then, when the white hosta was about to be completely swallowed up, he couldn't help but stretched out his hand and tried to pull it back with brute force.

"Snapped!"

Upon seeing this, Mist immediately produced a hand and knocked off his arm.

"It's really unpleasant to have to be taken away from you every time..."

A cold male voice sounded in his ears, and Old Ding was a little confused.

every time? What's the meaning?

The fingers passed by the white jade hairpin.

The Qingjun man who took back the treasure had no intention of answering the question. He held the hairpin with one hand and waved it, and a ray of white light came out and condensed into a familiar yet unfamiliar shadow in the air.

"...Brother, why did you get yourself into such a mess again?" The woman in Xu Jie sighed helplessly, her eyes like autumn water quietly taking one person into her heart.

The door owner didn't say anything. He leaned against her side with his body attached to her, but carefully kept a distance - as if he was afraid of being disturbed.

Miss Tang glared at him coquettishly, turned to look at Lao Ding who couldn't help but took a few steps back, and nodded politely: "Hello, we meet again."

"Miss Tang..." Lao Ding put one hand on the gun at his waist and moved a few steps to the side without leaving a trace, putting some distance between him and Butler Tang who was approaching.

"It's almost time, sir." Miss Tang's eyes were full of sincerity, "Leave quickly, this is not the place you should stay."

Of course not here...

Lao Ding thought to himself with an expressionless face, but if the task could not be completed, leaving would be a dead end.

So, where does it matter where you die?

He smiled dejectedly and his eyes drifted involuntarily towards Butler Tang.

Now, the only one who can give some hope... is this "ally".

"You see, I am of no use." Although he had clearly committed an act of "treason," he never intended to proceed to the last step. Butler Tang didn't want to say anything more to the "idiot" next to him. Wouldn't he be honest and follow the path they gave him? You have to touch the untouchable... If you want to die, don't involve a weak and pitiful old man like him.

"Click!"

"Why are you talking so much nonsense?" The door owner, who was upset by this soft persuasion, stood up from the ground impatiently.

After Miss Tang appeared, his whole person became much more lively, and his face no longer had the obsessive and disgusting smile on his face.

...Although his attitude is still as bad as ever.

"Since you want to die, I will make it happen for you."

Thick leaves sprouted from the golden cage, and the dead things seemed to come to life in an instant, twisting and swaying wildly. Then, like domesticated pets, they docilely pressed against the man's hand, revealing a gap that could accommodate one person's passage.

what?

Lao Ding felt as if he had been tricked.

If he had been able to break free long ago, then...

An absurd conjecture gradually became clear in his mind. The rickety man who thought he had calculated everything moved his lips, and the muscles on his face showed funny postures. He cried and laughed and murmured: "You, you... "

The sect owner who took out the crossbow from nowhere didn't care about the thoughts of the man in front of him who was about to have a mental breakdown. He approached quietly, bent down and raised his arm.

At this time, the blindfolded moon in the sky finally broke away those annoying barriers.

With the faint light, Old Ding suddenly discovered a fact that he had accidentally ignored - the beautiful girl who had helped them a lot... was not a living person! ! !

This, how is this possible?

Old Ding's pupils shrank, and he didn't know whether he should be frustrated that his reasoning was overturned by the facts, or whether he should be worried about another non-human being...

The renovated cage became particularly gorgeous, with dark gold and azure intertwined, and the leaves were casually arranged in a messy shape.

It is a stunning work of art in itself.

...But no matter how ingenious and beautiful it is, in the end it is reduced to a foil.

The woman sitting in it, who looked like she was imprisoned, did not have the madness and collapse that those "canaries" should have in the impression.

She sat there quietly, as if the passing time was frozen in place.

It was a kind of stability that should not appear in "resurrection", and it attracted swarms of fire moths.

Lao Ding suddenly understood why he didn't think that Miss Tang was lying to him.

——This sudden realization dispelled some of the fear that had just spread in my heart.

"elder brother."

The gentle call stopped the beating body.

Miss Tang smiled apologetically at him: "'Finale' is actually just a simple game."

Her words completely confused Old Ding, who was already mentally unstable. When he was still at a loss because of the fact that "the NPC actually knew the copy" before him, he heard Miss Tang continue: "But you always seem to like to think too much." many."

She frowned in distress and pointed to the half-open door: "Go, your friends are waiting for you."

Old Ding looked subconsciously and saw dots of white light growing on the dark background.

"But……"

He couldn't help but retort, not wanting to admit that the actions he took here were the result of persecution paranoia.

"The work agreement we agreed to originally has no contract to explain to you idiots."

Unhappy that his sister was attracting too much attention, the black mist behind the door master surged and grabbed Old Ding's leg, and then mercilessly threw it out like trash.

The rough and direct action provoked a scolding that was neither gentle nor serious: "Brother! Be gentle."

"Why do you care so much?" The door owner confidently threw the other two "corpses" on the ground into the white light, and lowered his eyes with some annoyance: "They take up too much of your attention."

Those black pupils were faintly showing blood.

Miss Tang felt a sting in her heart and swallowed back the blame on her lips.

She contained the sadness in her heart and began to comfort the man in front of her.

The two people in their own world continued to be sticky. Tang Suixin and Butler Tang, who had been fed a mouthful of dog food, looked at each other in unison, smiled helplessly and began to clean up the mess.

The moon was so thick that it seemed to bleed. As he was swallowed up by the white light in front of him, Lao Ding heard the sound of "thunder" coming from behind him.

– with a woody crispness.

……

"woke up?"

When he opened his eyes again, he saw a man wearing sunglasses.

"Yes, President?"

Lao Ding was able to get through the many levels to the end, so he could pass the level mentally. Even after hearing those words that subverted his three views before, he was just confused, but he did not lose his mind.

But at this moment...looking at this man who had lost contact for a long time, the calm and strong man's eyes were red.

"Why are you crying!" The man in sunglasses patted his shoulder dumbfounded, "Shouldn't you be happy to be able to come out alive? Sister Ding and the others have been here for a while, and now they are waiting for you. Good boy, I will tell you what I thought at the time. Not bad, everything I like has come out... let that woman Nightingale talk nonsense, I will have to show off in front of her later."

The information element of this sentence was a bit too large. Before Lao Ding could process the brief introduction, he was pushed by the president to the waiting team.

Then, like a child just starting school, he was led around the space in front of him.

"..."

After some popular science, Lao Ding finally understood what Miss Tang's last words meant.

"Resurrection" is indeed a dangerous game, but those who enter that game...are already dead.

It is named "resurrection" because it can indeed bring people back - albeit in a different way.

Legend has it that a god created this game that was actually a "screening tool." Through rounds of training, wandering souls suitable for being sent to manage wasteland in another world are selected. Those who did not pass the screening disappeared from the game, dispersed into essence and returned to the beginning. Those who pass can continue to survive at the expense of "work".

The screening actually ends when the "final chapter" begins.

"Only those who have the courage to break through will know what kind of treasures are hidden behind it." The president explained to him, "Although there are many final chapters, in fact, as long as you choose to join, the copy has been completed."

"The NPCs in 'The Final Chapter' have all signed agreements with the gods, and generally they will not embarrass you."

Lao Ding: "..."

So the reason why he created the branch line of "Killing the Evil Ghost" is because he asked for trouble and made it more difficult for himself, right?

Haha, this truth is so happy:)

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Although I don't want to admit it, the fact seems to be... it's so sloppy that it's a bit disrespectful.

"...But, don't they say that people are reincarnated after death?"

Lao Ding was puzzled.

"Because in recent years, young people are unwilling to have children. The birth rate is too low..." The president smiled and waved his hand, "And the god said that it is a pity that some good talents among humans are let go like this. This is another To a certain extent, right?"

Lao Ding was speechless when he heard this, but after accepting it, he felt a little funny.

After leaving that world where suspicion and danger coexisted, everything... seemed to become better.

Old Ding, who had just signed the agreement because he chose to stay, let out a long sigh of relief. He looked at the young man opposite who was humming and in a happy mood, and for some reason suddenly remembered the confused copy of "The Finale".

Although it was a mistake, it did make people a little concerned.

"Can I ask..."

"Huh?" The man put away the agreement and gave him a look for the sake of free labor: "What?"

"What exactly happened in that story?"

"That?... Did you come out of World No. 013 before?" The young man who was dressed like a butterfly and looked easy to talk narrowed his eyes and said rudely: "You guys are really going to cause us trouble."

Thinking of the large sum of money that had been defrauded not long ago, the agent felt distressed and wanted to cry.

Agent (bitter): Good guy, is it easy for him to save some personal money? That sect master is really too sinister!

"...What do you want to know?" I didn't want to answer, but thinking about the pretty good labor force in front of me, the agent finally spoke reluctantly.

Lao Ding hesitated: "..."

It's not that it's hard to talk about, it's just that... there are a lot of questions, and he doesn't know which one is more appropriate to start with.

"That's a cliché story about revenge for a loved one. Why are you all so curious?" The agent's face showed an incomprehensible color. "Is that copy poisonous?"

There is nothing new at all, but the guys who come out are pursuing it tirelessly as if they are obsessed?

If this didn't confirm that there was no problem with the inspection mechanism, the agents would wonder if they had been tricked.

"Here!"

A tablet was thrown in front of Old Ding. He looked down and saw an interface similar to a "forum".

The agent curled his lips and said, "Everything you want to know is above. Communicate with others as much as possible. Things about the world of 013 are not a big secret. They have been made popular by this group of people for years. …”

When Lao Ding heard this, he responded blankly, but he didn't listen carefully to what the person opposite said about "getting along with colleagues." Instead, he concentrated on browsing the pink interface.

"..."

In fact, in a sense, the agent's generalization is absolutely correct.

——This is actually a story about revenge for a loved one.

But it's not cliché.

……

The sect owner and Miss Tang grew up in an era when troubled times were about to begin. Thanks to the savings of their ancestors and their own abilities, their lives are not difficult. Before misfortune struck, the much-condemned "unethical love" was buried deep in his heart.

——Although there are no amiable elders, it can actually be regarded as a harmonious and friendly family.

But accidents often seem to happen to these happy and happy creatures.

"Miss Tang...didn't go back?"

The agent glanced at him with a "rare and strange" expression: "Yes, W City fell, and she was shot twice when she rushed to the train station. When she returned to T City, she had become a cold corpse. If you want to go back, then it’s okay to go back.”

Is that so?

Old Ding blinked and suddenly remembered the gossip he had heard.

Suddenly, some doubts suddenly became clear.

[I never expected that we could be together, but in the end I still lost you. 】

[If there is a choice, then I hope we will never be separated again. 】

That wedding...

It is the future.

It is also an unattainable luxury.

"That's why I said there is nothing worthy of further discussion." The agent continued, "What follows is a revenge plot that can be called a cheating... cheating novel. What the hell, TV dramas don't shoot like this, it's too unfair It’s logical.”

Lao Ding silently retorted: "Because they need water to fill the gap of more than forty episodes."

But reality doesn't require it.

In the days without Miss Tang... the sect leader might have felt that every day was a torment.

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[The cold and dusty moon has fallen,

On that night of gunfire and revelry.

He returned to darkness again,

Together with those regular customers who died suddenly in the wing.

The chain in my hand jingled,

It is a sign that the vengeful Shura will go to the human world.

Don’t hesitate to use the chess pieces,

The initiators also paid a high price for their indiscretion.

White doves fly over the south bank of the river,

In the prosperous spring

——The brilliant flames burned away the sorrow,

Soak up the canary's last chant.

The dying old locust tree bears witness to the death of loyalty.

The once-proud family turned into loess blown away by the wind.

This is how the story should end.

And many years later,

The wandering evil spirit hides the treasure in his heart,

Excluding uninvited guests one after another. ]

This is really not a cheesy story.

Lao Ding felt a numbness in his body - from his left heart to his limbs.

Beautiful language implicitly carves a beautiful song.

It is not monotonous because there is coordination between left and right.

But it's still regrettable.

There was an indescribable sadness in my heart.

"Are they...all evil ghosts?"

The agent nodded: "Of course. I don't know how many people's blood was on my hands during my lifetime. Even if they commit suicide... their obsession and sin will not make them feel better."

Lao Ding: "What about Miss Tang?"

It was hard for him to believe that a being with such a peaceful mood could be a symbol of evil.

"she?"

A complex emotion appeared on the agent's face, including envy and a little puzzlement.

After a long silence, he slowly said: "She is a spirit."

灵？

Old Ding seemed to understand but not quite.

"She shouldn't exist." The agent threw him a book. "The spirits in this world are all born from nature. They are pure and clear, not stained by worldly dust. They hate sin the most in their lives. They are a kind of spirit that is more powerful than heaven. The snow on top should still be pure white.”

"Then why are you with..." Li Gui?

"I don't know!" The agent shrugged, "So she shouldn't exist."

"A person who died in vain due to sin became a spirit after death. To be honest, if it weren't for her man being too cruel... I would really want to capture her and study her carefully."

As he spoke, the agent smacked his lips: "This kind of miracle... is simply rare in the world!"

Lao Ding also understood more or less his confusion.

There is no hostility in a person who should be resentful... With such a tolerant attitude, is Miss Tang the reincarnation of the Virgin Mary?

Are there really people with such beautiful hearts in this world?

Lao Ding, who has always been afraid to speculate on others with the utmost malice, cannot believe that these are true.

"You think too much."

Listening to Old Ding's whisper, the agent interrupted his fantasy: "She's just lazy."

He is not a good person who "repays evil with kindness".

The agent who had once asked the same question to the real owner in boredom raised his chin: "Because I don't care, I never resent it, and I don't bother to resent it."

"That Miss Tang Lingyi Tang... the only person she cares about from beginning to end is her brother."

"Okay, the gossip is over." The agent waved impatiently, took the tablet and motioned for him to go out: "It's not like I don't have anything. I want to see what I want to see on the forum. I have to work, so you can go out."

Lao Ding, who was caught off guard and was "sent off", had no choice but to hand the things back to him.

The moment he missed it, he accidentally caught a glimpse of an unusual comment.

[Passenger 234: What... the whole story is about how the third master loves his sister, and the heroine doesn’t express anything. The poster’s story is not as well written as mine. It seems like it’s all one-way work! Tired, tired! ]

The negative words made Lao Ding, who had just listened to the story, feel a little uncomfortable.

He was about to reply, but saw that someone had already rushed him.

[Canary Saigao: Only seeing the surface is too shallow. I'm afraid I don't understand, some people... their mere existence is an incomparable proof. ]

Lao Ding smiled and replied "+1" below in a happy mood.

Then, he put away his things and strode towards the light.

He now somewhat understands why the "final chapter" is a harmless trial - perhaps it is to reawaken their love for all things in the world.

——Just like the incredible Miss Tang.

Break the shackles of the world and remain in the world because of "love".

It’s a mystery, but it’s even more of a miracle.

……

In the ancient house, the woman who was carefully tracing the white jade hairpin in her hand looked at the owner sitting by the window.

Seeing that there seemed to be some distress on his face, he couldn't help but ask: "What's wrong, brother? Who made you angry?"

"No." The door owner put the things in his hands aside and tried his best to hide the displeasure in his eyes: "It's nothing."

"I just heard some bad words."

The door owner stood up and walked to her side, gently pressing a kiss between her eyebrows.

Miss Tang shook his sleeves: "I don't want to listen anymore. I'll go out for a walk with my brother."

"it is good."

Miss Tang generously took his hand and said, "Uncle Lin said that he bought a batch of flowers from outside the country yesterday and planted them in the garden."

"It's said to be good for your health."

The door owner picked up the weaker woman by the waist, and his tone was full of love and affection: "Do you still have a headache at night?"

"It's just that I didn't have a good rest that time." Miss Tang leaned on his shoulder and rubbed her delicately: "Brother, don't worry too much."

The door owner didn't answer, and it wasn't until he passed the clumps of green bamboos across the courtyard that he said softly: "If...are you willing to agree?"

"My concubine."

The words in the middle are too vague and difficult to grasp.

But the corners of Miss Tang's mouth couldn't help but curve with pleasure.

She looked towards the distant sky where the morning light shone through, and replied firmly: "...Okay."

This is why Miss Tang lingers in the world.

Now that the rain has passed and the sky has cleared, it’s time to get married.

[Have you ever heard of any happy love stories? 】

【Have. 】

【oh? Can you tell me? 】

[There are spirits who live with ghosts, and there are ghosts who die because of spirits. 】