Urban Tales of Demons and Spirits

Ah, his profile is really handsome. Bayi Chinese W? W㈠W㈧. ㈧8㈧1? Ｚ? W ?. QCQOM? I stared at Mr. Wen intently, seeing God.

Mr. Wen has a special breath on his body, which is said to be quiet and indifferent, and a little indifferent. Especially when he frowned slightly, thinking seriously ...

Just then, Mr. Wen actually spoke.

"It's disturbing." He smiled and looked up at me. "It's not polite to pretend to haven't seen it, right?"

He, he's watching me! I was so nervous that I fell straight from the tree.

Although I can no longer feel the pain in my body, this wolverine makes people want to find a place to drill down.

"No, I'm very sorry! I didn't do it on purpose!" I couldn't think of any other good way besides an apology.

But Mr. Wen did not make fun of me, instead a smile appeared, and his eyes turned to the chessboard again.

"You say, if Baizi walks like this, can he defeat defeat?" His slender fingers gripped the chess piece, rubbing it on the chessboard, as if talking to me, as if talking to himself.

"I don't know this or this." God knows how nervous I am. I can't even say a complete sentence. "I never play chess ..."

"Is that so?" Mr. Wen laughed, "then guess by luck."

"How can that be ..."

"The fun of it."

"So, let's go ..."

I looked at Mr. Wen's side face uneasily. I didn't expect him to go chess because of a joke of mine. Bai Zi enters, Hei Zi retreats, and finally it is time to retreat, Bai Zi wins.

"Unexpectedly, you unexpectedly have the talent for gaming." Mr. Wen said with a smile.

"Nothing, nothing!" I waved quickly, "I'm just talking nonsense!"

"What's your name?" Mr. Wen turned his head and looked at me tenderly.

Name ... Finished, I was asked the name!

That, name, name. Where do I remember my name!

"So, don't you remember?" Mr. Wen seemed thoughtful, leaning his head for a while and said, "How about Chu Bai?"

Baby white? What's going on ... Is this the name?

Mr. Wen, did he just give me a name?

"Just like white daisies in spring, pure and petite. How about it?" Mr. Wen said with interest.

Young white, young white.

I meditated the name thousands of times in my heart, and a warm current flowed slowly in my heart.

But at that time, because I was too shy, I didn't even hear what he said later, so I ran away with a brain.

What an ugly and humble existence I am, and that Mr. Wen actually gave me a name, he really ... must be the gentlest person in the world.

Since then, I don't know how long it has passed. I haven't been to Mr. Wen's house for a long time.

As long as I think about the day, my face will still be hot. So no matter what, you can't face that gentleman.

I wonder how he is doing now? Does one feel lonely? Is life okay?

One day, I wandered through the mountains as usual, and didn't return to my resting village until the evening.

However, before I entered, I was shocked by the scene in front of me.

The village was on fire everywhere, and the houses, farmland, and livestock were ruined. The corpses were all over the place, and many people were killed directly at the intersection.

There was blood everywhere, and the bright red color permeated the sight.

The surviving villagers all gathered at the entrance to the village. They were furious, and they were holding some farm tools such as hoes and iron forks in their hands, clamoring for not knowing what to say.

What are you doing ...

I looked up curiously, and then in the center of the crowd, I saw the Mr. Wen.

He is still handsome, even if he is sitting on the cold road.

There are strange runes and magic circles under his feet, and the angry villagers are shouting something.

"Except demon! Except demon!"

"It's been a long time since ghosts haunted our village!"

"Yes, there are female ghosts! Last time our little Nizi saw it with my own eyes!"

"It must be the female ghost!" The villagers raised their arms and shouted angrily. "Such an inhuman thing!"

"Master, seal her soon!"

"A female ghost, isn't it?" I saw Mr. Win's eyes narrowed, as if trying to determine something.

"Correct!"

"Female ghost!"

Then Mr. Wen nodded, and chanted something.

For a moment, I felt that I was suddenly entangled in something, and the painful feeling like suffocation struck like a tide. I struggled a few times, but still couldn't resist the power of the spell, and was taken into the air.

"Female ghost!"

"Come out, come out!"

The villagers around began to make a noise, and I somehow appeared in front of these humans. Some people yelled at me loudly, and others picked up the **** in their hands and waved at me, but it didn't hurt me who had no body already.

"This is the female ghost!"

"That's it, it killed my whole family!"

I struggled desperately, and opened my eyes reluctantly, and Mr. Wen's beautiful side face came into my sight.

"Are you the female ghost who has been entangled in the village?" Mr. Wen held out a finger, raised my chin, a smile in his eyes, and a lip in his lips. It looks very ordinary. "

The look and tone were the same as I've seen before. That share of power and beauty has not changed at any time.

——Yes, of course ...

"It's me." I struggled desperately, looking desperately at him, "Mr. Wen, it's me!"

——Mr. Wen ...

Mr. Wen frowned slightly, a strange expression came from his eyes.

"You? Who are you?"

——I don't remember me long ago.

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There was a dull pain in the body, and he opened his eyes barely, and his head hurt terribly. He reached out and waved wildly, only touching some of the tiles beside him.

By the way, I just met the eagle owl!

where am I? Am I still alive?

"Gu Yu, don't mess around."

This voice is Wen Jiubai. I looked up, and Wen Jiubai's face appeared in my vision.

I was held tightly in his arms.

"Are you hurt? Does it hurt? Why are you crying all the time?" From his expression, he looked really nervous. In order to take care of my posture, he had to kneel on his knees, all in a clean coat. Covered with lime.

Am I crying?

Yes, I'm crying. And the tears were almost out of control. After seeing Wen Jiubai's face, it was more like a dying dyke, and kept falling.

Sad feelings spread inside. But are these tears mine or young?