Three Realms Dating Agency

The night was thick and there was no wind at all.At the end of the street came a graceful girl with dark clouds and long hair, and beautiful features.She walked completely silently, as light as a piece of paper.

She stopped in front of a shop, and stuck the whole thing on the door, every crevice revealed the sweet smell of a living person, and was also tainted with a gentle fragrance.

How sweet is her fiancé.

The girl danced, then got down on the ground, her whole body was flattened again and again, and finally became the thickness of a piece of paper, and easily slipped into the store along the crack of the door.After entering the door, the paper-like body trembled slightly and gradually became fuller.In just a few breaths, he is already like a living person.

There are no lights in the store, but there is a faint light inside.The closer she got, the more she smelled the fragrance. The girl rushed forward suddenly, and because of too much force, her thick long hair fell down with her scalp.

Snapped

The scalp was still wet with sticky blood.The long black hair squirmed slowly, and was grabbed by the girl and tied on her head again.Then it stuck to the ground, like a giant gecko, quickly approaching the bedroom.

She was quick and silent, and she was about to enter through the gap in the bedroom door, but the door was pulled open from the inside. She just raised her head, and her eyes were dark.It was as if the body had been burned by a raging fire, and the full body seemed to be leaking, and it turned back to the thickness of a piece of paper.

The dark cloud's long hair was furious, and the roots seemed to have consciousness, spreading upwards and trying to break the man's neck.

Lu Huaiqing stomped on the grieving ghost, and saw that she still dared to resist, so she put in a little more strength. She wanted to stomp the thing away, but suddenly remembered Wen Rong's previous teachings, and reluctantly gave up her intention to kill.

Red flashed in his dark eyes, and the body of the ghost's paper immediately burned, leaving only the hair relying on the ghost's hair curled up, wrapped around his scalp and lying at his feet.

Lu Huaiqing kicked him out of the bedroom, and carefully closed the bedroom door.

Layers of hair wrapped into a ball, stiff on the ground after being kicked out, not daring to move.

Lu Huaiqing said coldly, "Get out of here."

The hair spread slightly, and there was a sticky sound as it squirmed, "No! I want to be with my husband!"

Husband?Who is your husband?Lu Huaiqing raised her eyebrows, her phoenix eyes were slightly lowered, and her eyes were full of brilliance. She sneered and said, "You don't even look at what you are, and you dare to have such delusions."

He stretched out his hand to attract the crimson feather fan, and unfolded it with a shaking wrist. The seven rays of light on the fan made the room look like daytime.Under the light, the resentful ghost screamed piercingly, and his figure quickly dissipated.

Are you calling so loud to wake up Wen Rong?Lu Huaiqing was furious, and was about to turn over the fan when the bedroom door was pushed open.

Wen Rong was awakened by the screams of the resentful ghost, expecting that it was the Zhizha girl who came to look for him during the day, so she came out to check, but Lu Huaiqing had already come out.

"Why did you wake up?" Lu Huaiqing left the complaining ghost alone and walked to Wen Rong's side.

He obviously set up an enchantment outside the bedroom, and once the door was closed, there was a battle of immortals and demons outside, and there was no abnormality inside.

Wen Rong said: "Your door is not closed tightly."

Lu Huaiqing: "...how could it be." He obviously locked it tightly!

Wen Rong scratched Lu Huaiqing's chin and said, "Probably because I was too careful and didn't close it tightly."

Lu Huaiqing didn't have any objection to this pet-touching gesture, but enjoyed it very much. While enjoying it, she glared at the grieving ghost with her phoenix eyes. The poor grieving ghost had just been driven away by Xia Guang, and was stared at by Lu Huaiqing, and immediately let out a scream.

Bully Lu Huaiqing squinted her phoenix eyes, and said coldly, "If you dare to make any more noise, you will be knocked out of your wits."

Only then did Wen Rong devote some thought to the complaining ghost, and she almost couldn't recognize it at first glance.

It was the same in the beginning, when I saw her in the daytime, she was still a beautiful paper-tied beauty, but at night, there was only a clump of hair and a scalp, and even her face was gone, how could she recognize her?

"How did you do that?" The hair is the real body of the grieving ghost, but the paper is attached to the grievance, which cannot be damaged by ordinary methods. Even if it is burned, it may not be able to hurt the paper.

At that time in the paper shop, Wen Rong saw several blood debts from her when she saw the grieving ghost for the first time. It had already killed many people and stayed in the world for hundreds of years. Most of the celestial masters had no choice but to run away He is full of resentment and obsession.

Mentioning this, Lu Huaiqing pursed her lips reservedly, "But little ghost, just spend a few tricks to make her life worse than death." After speaking, she looked at Wen Rong expectantly.

Wen Rong acted as if she couldn't understand the praise-seeking eyes, and said sincerely: "She is already dead."

Lu Huaiqing begged for praise but was rejected instead, turned away from embarrassment and did not speak.

Wen Rong stopped teasing him when he saw it was good, and instead thought about where this ghost was going.When he left the paper-making shop today, he bought an old dice, and it just came in handy now.

"Husband——" the resentful ghost yelled sadly.

Wen Rong was taken aback, and quickly shook her head: "Don't call me husband, I'm not your husband. Your husband is waiting in line in the underworld." The grieving ghost was attached to the paper bundle, and was married back many times because of its exquisite workmanship. , for the disaster of the "husband" family, and now her husbands are waiting for her to settle accounts in the underworld.

Seeing that he was unmoved, the resentful ghost quickly changed his soft voice, "Your Majesty, let me go. From now on, I won't dare to do evil again." The voice was soft and sweet, quite charming.

Lu Huaiqing was displeased, her phoenix eyes drooped, she looked at the mess of hair at her feet, and said mockingly: "You don't even have a face and you want to act like a baby?"

The complaining ghost: "..." If she hadn't been afraid of Lu Huaiqing's supernatural power, she would have jumped up and beat Lu Huaiqing with her hair.Even female ghosts care about their appearance!

Unmoved, Wen Rong threw the dice and said, "Shoot!"

The small dice were old, and some of the corners were even cracked, but at this moment, Wen Rong threw it up, and it hung in the air, exuding a lustrous luster.A cold light shot out from the dice, shining on the grieving ghost.

The resentful ghost screamed immediately, the light was cold light, she had just been burned by the fire, she should feel comfortable at this moment, but in fact, after being illuminated by the light, all the resentment in her body began to dissipate.This is more uncomfortable than calling her out of her wits!

The long black hair began to squirm, trying to avoid the cold light.

Wen Rong flicked the dice, and the grieving ghost turned into a cloud of black air and was absorbed into the dice.Until all the black air was contained, the light of the dice suddenly disappeared and fell on Wen Rong's hand.

After cleaning up the grieving ghosts, Wen Rong rubbed the center of his brows, he was awakened in the middle of his sleep, and tried his best to deal with the grieving ghosts.

Lu Huaiqing focused all her attention on him, and when she saw his drooping brows and eyes showing fatigue, she hurriedly pushed him into the bedroom to rest.Wen Rong's hands were soft and her feet were soft, Lu Huaiqing almost pushed and hugged her to bed.

Touching the soft quilt, Wen Rong closed her eyes, curled up in the quilt and fell asleep.It was still early autumn, and his hands and feet were already cold.

The temperature has dropped recently, only a dozen degrees at night, and the bedroom attached to this small facade has no heating or air conditioning, and it is very cold.

Lu Huaiqing tucked up all the corners of the quilt to make sure it was airtight.He just reached into the quilt to feel it, and it was cold inside, with no heat at all.It took only a cup of tea for Wen Rong to leave the bed, and it was completely cold inside, or he didn't warm it at all.

The physical body of a mortal is too fragile, not to mention this body is even weaker.

Lu Huaiqing got on the bed lightly, and hugged Wen Rong tightly through the quilt.Fenghuang's body temperature was higher than that of ordinary people. Wen Rong was originally curled up in the quilt, but after feeling the warmth, she gradually loosened her frowning eyebrows, and even turned over to face Lu Huaiqing.

He was already gentle and handsome, and when he fell asleep, he completely put down his guard.Eyebrows are stretched, eyelashes cast a small row of fine shadows on the thin jade-like skin, and the corners of the blood-colored lips are slightly pursed, looking a little more childish.

Probably because he found the aura that made him nostalgic, Wen Rong was not disturbed by Lu Huaiqing at all, but slept more deeply, with a completely relaxed expression, and leaned into Lu Huaiqing's arms.The breath fell on Lu Huaiqing's neck, and the soft breath seemed to be breathing on Lu Huaiqing's heart.

Since returning to Wen Rong's side, although Lu Huaiqing has been sleeping on the same bed with him, they are in their original form, not human form, and he is afraid that Wen Rong will feel uncomfortable.Now accompanying Wen Rong in this posture, he was a little in a trance.

Lu Huaiqing stared at Wen Rong's side face, raised her body slightly, approached but hesitated, kept her posture stiff for a moment, and lay down carefully.

It doesn't matter, he has been waiting for a long time, and at this moment, what he wants is never just a skin-to-skin kiss.

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