It's because I was touched by a ghost

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Jiang Yan is a typical person who eats hard and eats soft, and it is easier to eat soft than hard, especially the little butterfly in front of him asked himself to demonstrate it with a very adoring voice, how could he not demonstrate it? .

He purposely put on a handsome pose, then reached out and summoned Wujin Spear, "Nine Banners."

The psychic butterfly let out a very ignorant "wow", which made Jiang Yan very satisfied.

Jiang Yan pulled a match from the necklace and told Yingdan to stay away from the Wujin gun so as not to accidentally injure it. spell.

Zhou Yu, I miss you so much.

With a "swish", orange light reflected on Jiang Yan and the psychic butterfly.

"A Yan?" Zhou Qu's voice came from the small fire, a little puzzled, as if he didn't expect Jiang Yan to strike a match so quickly.

It wasn't until he heard Zhou Qu's voice that Jiang Yan realized how he could waste a match just because of Yingdan's request. Besides, what did he say to Zhou Qu.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh'" Jiang Yan found this scene a little familiar, and why didn't this match go out.

After Jiang Yan said good evening, he didn't know what to say. He stared at the faint light on the match closely, hoping that it would be extinguished quickly, but Zhou Qu, who was staying in the temple and was working before the case, saw through Jiang Yan. In his mind, he sent away Wu Changsheng who was beside him, leaving only Baihe from Qiling Mountain by his side.

He smiled in a low voice, and then said, "A Yan misses me?"

"No, I'm here to show Yingdan how to send a message to you." Jiang Yan shook his head subconsciously, so he wouldn't admit it.

Zhou Qu on the opposite side frowned slightly. He stopped writing the letter to Jiang Yan, threw the pen aside casually, and said, "Yingdan? Is there someone else around Ah Yan?"

When he said the second half of the sentence, Jiang Yan could even hear the sense of grievance from Zhou Qu's words.

"No, Yingdan is a psychic butterfly sent to me by the Nine Palaces of the underworld." Jiang Yan was afraid that Zhou Qu would misunderstand, so he grabbed the little butterfly standing on his shoulder and told it to speak, "Hurry up and say you Where did it come from?"

The psychic butterfly was taken aback, but it couldn't get away from Jiang Yan's hand, so it had to obediently introduce itself to Zhou Qu, "Hello, my name is Yingdan, and I am the psychic butterfly that Jiudian gave to His Highness the Ghost King. Your Highness just gave me a name for Yingdan." As he spoke, he also emphasized that Jiang Yan had given him his name.

Jiang Yan was inexplicably guilty, and he didn't know if it was because of the fact that he gave Yingdan a name.

"A Yan gave me a name thousands of years ago, Zhou Jiren, it sounds much better than your name." It seems that this matter is something worth showing off.

"Who said that? Your Highness specially read a line of poetry and gave me my name from the poem." The psychic butterfly broke free from Jiang Yan's hand, purposely flew to the firelight and shouted triumphantly.

Jiang Yan was afraid that the psychic butterfly would be burned by the fire, so he quickly pinched Yingdan's wings with his index finger and thumb, and placed them on his shoulders.

Zhou Ju over there still refused to admit defeat. He glanced at Bai He, packed the written letter, and put it on Bai He's mouth, "Go to A Yan's side."

The white crane lowered its head and held the envelope with the gold border in its mouth, then spread its wings and flew out of the majestic temple, disappearing into the clouds.

He looked at the small fire in front of him, and continued, "Ji Ren is much better than your name. Ji Ren has his own appearance, which is not in line with the identity of the God Lord."

The psychic butterfly was a little surprised. It wanted to fly in front of the fire, but was held down by Jiang Yan.

Helpless, the psychic butterfly could only lie on Jiang Yan's shoulder and talk, "Are you His Royal Highness?"

"Ah."

"Wow. Your Highness, you are really powerful. You can even get the God Lord."

Jiang Yan couldn't see the face of the psychic butterfly, but from its tone, Jiang Yan could also know that the butterfly must be looking at him with admiration, but this butterfly girl, what is there to worship, and what is it called? Get it, we are serious free love, okay?

But Zhou Ju on the other end seemed very happy, and his smiling voice continued to come from the firelight, "It was indeed Ah Yan who confessed first."

Before Jiang Yan could speak, Zhou Ju said again: "A Yan, it's only been a day, I miss you so much, how about you?"

It’s okay if Zhou Ju didn’t mention this, Jiang Yan became angry when he mentioned it, and he didn’t care whether the psychic butterfly was beside him, he said: “Just go as soon as you go, just say no, what kind of communication tool are three matches? The mobile phone doesn’t work, even if it’s just three matches, it’s fine to leave it to me, what does it mean to knock on Fang Bai’s door in the early morning and ask him to hand it over to me?”

Zhou Ju explained: "I can't bear to say goodbye to you, I'm afraid I won't be willing to leave when I face you."

The two light words extinguished the fire in Jiang Yan's heart. He touched his nose and said, "Okay, I can barely forgive you. Then when will you come back?"

"A Yan misses me?"

"I've said everything, just ask, do you like to talk or not." Jiang Yan tilted his head, not looking at the inextinguishable match in his hand.

Zhou Yu smiled dotingly, and said, "Soon, I'll go back after I'm done."

"Then when you came back, did you go to Dongzhou or Xichuan?"

"I'll go back wherever Ah Yan is."

Zhou Qu's answer pleased Jiang Yan very much, and Jiang Yan hooked the corners of his mouth happily.

"Rest early." Jiang Yan fell in love for the first time and didn't know what to say. He glanced at the moonlight outside the window and thought that Zhou Ju hadn't rested yet, so he said dryly.

"You too." Looking at the firelight, Zhou Ju said gently to the figure flickering in the firelight.

Jiang Yan quickly blew out the match.

It was so embarrassing, he didn't know what to say to his boyfriend, so he lay down on the bed, turned on his phone and searched how to have a conversation with his boyfriend.

"Is there no topic between you and His Highness the Lord God?" The psychic butterfly who was still lying on Jiang Yan's shoulder asked without seeing.

"I'll just take a look." Jiang Yan couldn't figure out how a butterfly could know so much.

The psychic butterfly didn't believe Jiang Yan's nonsense, it left Jiang Yan's shoulder, flew to the screen of the mobile phone, looked at Jiang Yan, and said pretending to be old-fashioned: "When I was with Jiudian, Jiudian often told me Those stories between her and her male pets, the relationship, isn't it just hugging and kissing."

Jiang Yan was lying on the bed, looking at the psychic butterfly in front of him with a headache, and he was still a child when he heard the voice. He asked, "How old are you, why did the city king tell you this?"

"One hundred and one years old."

Jiang Yan nodded, living longer than himself, it's okay, knowing that hugging and kissing is fine, he continued to ask, "What about the topic, can't we just kiss and hug without chatting?"

The psychic butterfly didn't seem to like to stay in the same place for too long, it flew to the pillow, as if it felt comfortable, it just sat on it, and said innocently: "Jiudian said that she can talk to her male pets on the bed Exchange feelings."

The city king was sure she didn't teach the children badly. He decided to correct Yingdan's thoughts, but just as he was about to speak, he was stopped by a yawn. Only then did Jiang Yan remember that it was already early in the morning. Looking at the phone, at 02:30 in the morning, he met a female ghost last time without sleeping at this time. He didn't want to be unlucky again, and he didn't care about the psychic butterfly chattering in his ears. He covered the quilt and closed his eyes.

"Hey, hey, I haven't finished yet." The psychic butterfly was dissatisfied with Jiang Yan's attitude, and it lay next to Jiang Yan's ear and continued, "...you will have everything if you take the initiative next time. , as long as they take the initiative, they will always get what they want..."

In the end, Jiang Yan was so sleepy that he wondered why the little butterfly didn't sleep at night. He stretched out his hand and flicked the little butterfly far away from his ear, only to be clean.

But before he fell asleep completely, he remembered what Little Butterfly said, to take the initiative, and Zhao Yuan also said to take the initiative by himself, is it really useful to take the initiative, but Jiang Yan was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes and his brain was chaotic, so Thinking that the next time I see Zhou Yu, I must take the initiative, so I fell asleep.

[The author has something to say: Happy March [-] Goddess' Day, my dears, and I don't even know that I will pay for the novel after it is released. I will try my best to add more words to each chapter, so that you can read it with less reading coins. 】