ghost

—I hope... the landlord won't go somewhere where I can't find him someday.

Fu Jin's tone was very light, as if he was just casually speaking, but the eyes he looked at Fang Xia were focused and deep, as if he was looking for a guarantee, a promise.

Fang Xia's heart trembled when he saw Fu Jin's eyes, and his heartbeat was a little out of order.Can he understand that as long as he doesn't leave and run around, Fu Jin won't have the idea of ​​changing the guard?

"I promise to take you with me wherever I go!" Fang Xia straightened her sitting posture and promised solemnly.

Although he and Fu Jin have always entered and exited at the same time, the ghost control technique does not limit the distance between the practitioner and the ghost. Fu Jin should have had a lot of experiences of being left alone in the Geng family.Fu Jin probably didn't like being left behind, after all, even in Geng's house, not many people could see him.Moreover, the Geng family's attitude towards ghosts is that people who can see them will not talk to Fu Jin - it must be a very lonely thing to be left behind.

Fu Jin lowered her eyes slightly, what Fang Xia said was not the promise he wanted the most, but - this promise sounded pretty good.

[good. ] Fu Jin nodded and accepted Fang Xia's promise.

Fu Jin nodded like that, as if they had made an agreement, which made Fang Xia inexplicably happy.After happily eating a large bowl of noodles, he asked the boss for two more cans of drinks before leaving the noodle shop with Fu Jin in a brisk mood.

Today is the second day of the May Day holiday, and Hou Chaoqing drove back to his hometown early in the morning.

The local scenic spot in City C is still full of tourists, and it is not easy for Fang Xia to travel with Fu Jin.Moreover, the drawings he had received were not yet finished. After discussing with Fu Jin, he decided to go for a walk in the small park in the Creative Park, and then went back to draw those few illustrations.

"After I get the draft fee and return the money for the mobile phone to Geng Shudan, what will I buy you with the remaining money?" Fang Xia stepped on the bluestone slab on the lawn and jumped two steps, turned around and looked at Fu Jin walked backwards, "Is there anything you want?"

[You paid back Geng Shudan's money, is there more? ] Fu Jin coordinated with Fang Xia's backward speed, and walked forward at a leisurely pace.

"I accepted the game poster, and the price was quite high."

As Fang Xia spoke, his gaze fell unconsciously on Fu Jin's shoulder, and then down, along his arm to his fingertips.Fu Jin was still wearing the same white shirt, but today the sleeves were not buttoned up, and the cuffs were rolled up twice, exposing a section of his arm.Fang Xia's eyes lingered on Fu Jin's small arm, swept over the wrist bony knot, and landed on that hand with sharp joints - he wanted to go over and hold that hand.

Fang Xia moved behind her back, turned her eyes away from Fu Jin's hand, coughed lightly, and continued, "I have a roommate named Huang Huang, who majored in animation. I was dragged to take classes with them, and I followed them for two years, and now I can barely accept some high-paying game posters."

Fang Xia was talking to Fu Jin about learning painting back then, but half of his mind was on what Hou Chaoqing said last night.

He thought, Hou Chaoqing was probably right, he really liked Fu Jin that way.He is possessive of Fu Jin, not to mention letting Fu Jin fall in love with someone else and get married, thinking that Fu Jin might go with other guards in the future, he can feel obvious sadness and anxiety - obviously at the beginning he was very interested in becoming Fu Jin The matter of Sumire's guardian was also somewhat reluctance.

Accepting a person actively and accepting that you want him to stay with you all the time is not explained by a simple increase in feelings, it should be a qualitative change in feelings.He had subconsciously wanted to deny it before, not because there was something missing in this relationship, but because he was uneasy and afraid of ushering in a change.

Fang Xia's eyes fell on Fu Jin's feet.

The sun was rising in the east, and the sun had already fallen, but there was no shadow left at Fu Jin's feet.

This uneasiness and fear stemmed from Fu Jin's identity as a ghost, not because he was afraid that he would hurt him, but because he was afraid that if Fu Jin wanted to leave him in the future, he would not be able to grab him, and he would not be able to find him when he looked around in a hurry.

The affection is not clear, and Mr. Timothy is three-pointed.

So, after a sudden epiphany, I don't know what to do.

Fang Xia can be bold in many things, but only when facing Fu Jin, he becomes as timid as a mouse.

Like, confess, pursue.

It sounds like a very simple and clear process, but facing Fu Jin, she couldn't help shrinking her hands and feet.

I figured out that I like Fu Jin, but it is obviously not a wise move to confess directly.Pursue first?Then how to pursue it so as not to arouse Fu Jin's disgust, and not make Fu Jin so angry that he directly changes the guard?

For a novice who has never even been to Novice Village, Fang Xia feels that the difficulty of fighting the world boss of Fu Jin is really unusual.

As Fang Xia thought about it, her gaze unconsciously drifted towards Fu Jin's face.But seeing Fu Jin's face turned cold suddenly, he suddenly quickened his pace and walked towards him.

Fang Xia's eyes widened, and she staggered in fright——wait, wait!What's wrong?Could it be that he accidentally uttered the words in his mind, and let Fu Jin hear them?

Just when Fang Xia was scared out of his wits by his own speculation, Fu Jin had already walked beside him, but Hanshuang's eyes did not fall on him, but on the building not far away, which was led by the stone path. On the small stone bridge.

Fang Xia stabilized her figure and turned around to look.

The Creative Park is a secluded place. Usually, people occasionally come here to wander around the park. However, during holidays, most of the business premises in the park are on vacation, so there are very few people in this small park.And now—on a small stone bridge not far away, there was a young man standing.

The man was wearing casual clothes, which was a popular style among young people nowadays. He had handsome features, but there was a scar on the tip of his eyebrows, which ruined the good impression that his face should have left on people.

[The evil ghost in the factory last night should be enslaved by this person. ] Fu Jin opened his mouth and explained to Fang Xia, [The aura belonging to those evil spirits still lingers on him. ]

Hearing Fu Jin's words, Fang Xia's eyes on the man on the bridge also turned cold.

"Fang Xia?" The man took the initiative to come over, completely ignoring Fang Xia's unfriendly expression, and introduced himself, "I am Zou Wumang from the Xuanyong Sect."

"The magician who manipulated the ghosts of the abandoned factory last night?" Fang Xia raised his chin slightly, and looked him from head to toe with his gaze.

"You even know this?" Zou Wumang showed surprise at first, and then smiled, "It seems that your ghost messenger is indeed not as powerful as usual."

"He's not my ghost." Fang Xia didn't like Fu Jin's position very much, and Fang Xia hated the attitude of saying "ghost" as if he was talking about a tool.

"Oh?" Zou Wumang glanced at Fu Jin with interested eyes.But because he doesn't have the ability to see ghosts, he only looked in a general direction, and the focal length didn't fall on Fu Jin. place, shall we sit down and talk?"

"Do you think we have a friendly relationship where we can sit down and talk?" Fang Xia took a step forward, staring at each other with an unkind expression.

Zou Wumang was taken aback for a moment, and then realized, "Are you still angry about what happened last night? It was just a joke..."

Before Zou Wumang could finish his sentence, a blow came from his jaw, and he reflexively leaned back to avoid Fang Xia's unexpected uppercut.

"Wait... um!"

Fang Xia didn't give Zou Wumang a chance to stop, and elbowed him sideways, hitting the opponent's abdomen mercilessly.Taking advantage of Zou Wumang's hand covering his stomach and bending down, Fang Xia hit his back with another elbow, and at the same time bent his knee and kicked him up.After these two blows, Zou Wumang's body completely lost his balance, and he fell to the ground, hugging his stomach and curling up into a ball.

"A joke?" Fang Xia looked at him condescendingly, "My friend was terrified and trapped in that abandoned factory for almost two hours. My friend's classmate, an innocent girl, was in a coma with Yin Qi on her upper body. For hours, you called all this misfortune a joke?"

Fang Xia kicked him on the thigh, heard him snort, and continued: "The people in the Xuanshu circle are amazing? Can you play with ordinary people at will? Who gave you the qualification?"

Zou Wumang shrunk back again, and put one hand into the inner pocket of his coat. As soon as his fingertips touched the talisman paper inside, he felt a gust of wind blowing from his exposed skin. Come out, don't dare to move anymore.

Almost forgot, Fang Xia was accompanied by a ghost.A fierce ghost who can walk under the sun without fear must have a lot of background, no matter what moves he makes, most likely he will not be able to be the opponent's opponent.

Zou Wumang huddled on the lawn without moving, not saying a word, and stopped trying to explain. Fang Xia kicked him twice and lost interest.

"If you don't drive evil spirits, you only have this strength? You're really weak." Fang Xia glanced at Zou Wumang with disgust, then turned to Fu Jin and said, "Fu Jin, we're going back."

Fu Jin glanced at the pavilion not far away, and followed Fang Xia who was walking towards the stone bridge.

Not long after Fang Xia and Fu Jin left, behind the pavilion not far away, the two came towards Zou Wumang, one behind the other.

These two people are Geng Lijie and Geng Chaolin.

"Zou Wumang of the Xuanyong sect?" Standing still beside Zou Wumang, he looked down at Zou Wumang who was shrinking on the ground.

Zou Wumang coughed twice, stretched his body, and lay flat on his back.During the stretching process, the wound was involved, and his expression twisted in pain, before he succeeded in lying down.

He tilted his head, looked from bottom to top, and fell on Geng Lijie's face. He twitched the corners of his mouth and gave a smile that was not much of a smile, "Geng Lijie from the Geng family? If I remember correctly, you entered the industry later than me. According to the rules in the circle, you have to call me senior."

Geng Lijie didn't answer his words, and said to himself: "You attacked ordinary people for no reason and broke the rules of the circle. Our Patriarch will finish the work in a while, and I want to go to your sect with you to ask for an explanation."

"An explanation?" Zou Wumang sneered, "Why? You aristocratic families really think that you are the rules of the Xuanshu circle? Don't think that we retail investors will always be suppressed by your aristocratic family, I want to see See how long you can be the rules."

Geng Lijie ignored Zou Wumang, took out his mobile phone, and checked the news of the day.

Fang Xia and Fu Jin went back to the apartment complex together, before they had time to enter the apartment building, they bumped into three acquaintances downstairs.

His senior, Yang Yichen, Yang Yichen's grandfather, Mr. Yang, and -- Geng Chongzhi, the head of the Geng family.

The author has something to say:

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Fang Xia, who didn't even have novice equipment before Novice Village, ran to the world-class boss.

Fang Xia (with a confused face): How to fight?

Author (cheek resting): Scratch it with your hands!

Fang Xia: WTF? !

Author (yawning): Don't worry, he won't hit you, he won't die.