Little Mr. is one hundred years old

"Ghost ah ah ah ah ah..."

Just as Qing Huan was screaming, her mouth was covered by a cold hand, and then her whole body was suppressed on the tomb——

"Uuuuuuu..."

Qing Huan's eyes widened and he kept struggling.

"fear me?"

Those silver eyes stared at Qing Huan from top to bottom, "Hee hee, am I that scary?"

Qing Huan looked at him and nodded vigorously—it was really scary.

"Hee hee hee hee..." He let go of his hand, "If I were a ghost... what are you?"

"I am..." Qing Huan thought for a while: "I am also a ghost...but..." Yes, I am also a ghost, why should I be afraid of him?

The "ghost" blinked at him, and the hideous scar on his face became more conspicuous: "See clearly, I'm not a ghost."

Qing Huan stared at him for a while: "You're not a ghost...then what are you?"

"Hee hee, guess what."

Although Qing Huan was frightened just now, but his mind was clever, and after thinking for a while, he came up with a guess: "Are you...M?"

With a smile on his face, he pulled Qing Huan up and faced him face to face: "Congratulations, you got the answer right."

Sitting cross-legged, Qing Huan looked M up and down: "So it's you..."

"Are you still afraid of me now?" M tilted his head to look at him.

Qing Huan bit her lip and asked, "I heard...we are friends?"

M propped his chin: "Who did you listen to?"

"Listen to...that bad vampire."

"King..." M laughed: "He was wrong, we are not friends."

Qing Huan's eyes widened: "He lied to me?"

"What did King say?"

"He just said, we have a good relationship, and you will definitely..." Qing Huan was a little discouraged now: "Help me come back to life."

"Yes, I will bring you back to life, I will." M smiled, his silver eyes full of determination.

"Didn't you say..." Qing Huan said cautiously, "Aren't we friends?"

M's head stretched forward, leaning close to Qing Huan's eyes, stroking Qing Huan's lips with her finger: "Peng or...do you think I will be satisfied?"

"What's the meaning……"

Qing Huan can feel that M and Chen Ziran are different. Although Chen Ziran looks cold, he is gentle in his bones and treats him very well...but M...he is smiling, but he doesn't know that he What are you thinking... and M's appearance... always makes him feel trembling..."

"Come on, I want you to see..."

"Look at what?"

"You'll know it when you see it."

Qing Huan was pulled up by M, and then she stared helplessly at the piece of her where they were sitting just now... No, it was the tombstone that rose up, and then revealed the pothole below, where was a... coffin.Although it is different from Chinese coffins, it can still be seen that it is the shape of a coffin...

Seeing the coffin float up, Qing Huan swallowed: "Do you want to open it?"

M glanced at Qing Huan, but did not answer.When the coffin fell on the ground, he squatted down and knelt on one knee, with a hint of reverence in his expression, and with a slight push, the lid of the coffin opened.

That ray of moonlight happened to shine on the inside of the coffin, and the white light gave off a very sacred feeling.

Qing Huan looked at the coffin, and there was a person lying in it—wearing a white suit, with red roses sprinkled on his body, his hands were clasped, his face was peaceful, his skin was slightly pale, but fair and transparent, as if he pressed his fingertips You can feel the soft touch that bounces back... It's like he just fell asleep, free from the outside world.

"He...he..." Qing Huan pointed at the person in the coffin, stammering and unable to speak—the person in the coffin looked exactly like him—"He...he was..."

M looked back at him, smiled and said, "He is you."

Qing Huan remembered that Chen Ziran said that she still has several souls... "Is he also a soul?"

M shook his head and waved to Qing Huan: "Come here."

Qing Huan hesitated for a while, then stepped over, followed M's movements and squatted down, away from the "person" in the coffin.

closer.

M took Qing Huan's hand to touch the "person" in the coffin: "Did you feel it?"

Qing Huan touched his hand...it was soft, not as hot as Chen Ziran's body, but it was very similar to...

Seeing Qing Huan's ignorant expression, M smiled and said, "Hee hee...he is your body, your physical body."

"Flesh body... ah ah ah..." Qing Huan exclaimed excitedly: "Then, does that mean I can, can be resurrected after I enter his body?!!!" Qing Huan couldn't believe it, I can really see my physical body again, and Bao Te is so good...

M smiled crookedly: "You...you can try it."

Gu Qinghuan didn't see the amusement in M's smile, and couldn't wait to rush towards the body in the coffin, and his body instantly merged with that body.

Subtle changes appeared on that picturesque face, and then slowly opened his eyes, those eyes shone brightly like jewels under the moonlight, the eyeballs rolled around, and then sat up, then The secondary body was stiff because it hadn't been used for a long time. He tried to stretch, and the bones made a rattling sound...

Qing Huan looked down at her body, with an unbelievable smile on her face, "I'm resurrected...I'm resurrected...I'm resurrected...M...Did you see it? I have my own body..."

"I see." M's slender fingers caressed the broken hair on Qing Huan's forehead, her cherished gaze was like admiring a favorite artwork.

"I, I'm going to find Chen Ziran...

Let Chen Ziran take a look at my body..." Qing Huan excitedly wanted to get up and get out of the coffin...

However, he just stood up and sat back down again...

With a sound of "clang", Qing Huan looked back strangely, only to find...that body was lying back...while he...was still sitting there.

Qing Huan was a little astonished, and turned to look at M: "M...how could this happen?"

M looked at Qing Huan's face, wrinkled and pitiful, as if she was about to cry...M was not surprised at all, and still smiled and said, "That's because your soul is not enough."

"It's not enough..." Qing Huan's mind turned happily: "Ah... I know... my other souls... just want other souls to be together, right?"

M nodded: "It's really smart." Then leaned over and pressed a kiss on Qing Huan's lips before he could react.

Qing Huan blinked, "You...kiss me..."

M smiled, and Qing Huan looked at him, the scar on his face was still so ferocious, but the way he looked at himself... At this moment, he was not as scared as he was at the beginning... M's hand pressed Qing Huan's chest, letting He lay down, and he felt that he was merged with that body again——M picked Qing Huan up from the coffin, body and soul together...he hugged Qing Huan, took firm steps, go outside...

Qing Huan opened her eyes wide and looked at M...they are not friends...what are they?But he still believes that M will really bring him back to life... Although... this person... is really weird...

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Ji Zhiqiu was in the kitchen, and Qing Huan was on the balcony watering the small potted plants—he had lived here for more than a month.He has gradually gotten used to this kind of life. Of course, this is also because he is with Ji Zhiqiu. Ji Zhiqiu treats him really well. It can be seen that he is not a gentle person by nature, but when he is with himself, He has always given the greatest tolerance and patience. It can be seen that his feelings for Bai Qinghuan... are very deep.

In the beginning, he really wanted to be resurrected, but now he gradually doesn't want to be so eager—probably because he is really living a good life, right?And sometimes he would think, if it is really like what Ji Zhiqiu said, it can be combined with other souls to form a complete soul, then...whether the current self does not exist...

There are many things that Ji Zhiqiu did not tell him, including what happened five years ago. Get away from it.

When he was thinking wildly, he suddenly heard a "bang" behind him, and there was a broken sound. He turned his head and saw a person who appeared at an unknown time... a person who looked exactly like himself... no, it should be a soul.

Is it... the one you saw last time?

He was wearing a retro white shirt, his spirit was cold, and the eyes that looked at him were so deep that it seemed that he wanted to see through himself completely.

"you……"

At this time, Ji Zhiqiu's voice came from inside——

"Qing Huan, what's wrong?"

Qing Huan paused for a moment, then turned her head and shouted to the inside: "It's okay... I accidentally knocked over the potted plant..."

"Oh," Ji Zhiqiu's voice was relaxed and casual: "We can eat later."

"it is good."

Qing Huan quietly closed the balcony door before saying to the "person", "You...why come here?"

He approached him, and there were two "persons" who looked exactly the same, but they had completely different temperaments, one was fierce and the other was peaceful.

"Do you want to..." The "person" said slowly, "Fit with me?"