Ji Yanzhi turned his head silently, mourning for three seconds of his lost youth, bah, and blind titanium alloy dog ​​eyes.

At this time, seeing Ji Yanzhi's kindness to her, the hanged female ghost couldn't help but shrank her shoulders angrily, and then...then the scene of the washing utensils appeared, and the hanged female ghost's head was actually stuck. , Just stuck on the pillar called the neck at the shoulder.

As soon as he moved, Teme turned his direction.

Ji Yanzhi: "..."

Should he be afraid or should he be afraid! Anyway, what is the fear?

Ji Yanzhi dropped his hand on his eyelids and began to think about whether this was a serious question.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!"

The hanged female ghost wailed, showing that she really sprained her neck.

Ji Yanzhi: "..."

After a few seconds of silence, Ji Yanzhi patted the table and laughed.

Where does this big baby come from, it really makes people happy.

Ji Yanzhi smiled, laughing so much that tears almost flowed out. My stomach hurts!

"Dare to ask the girl's name?" Ji Yanzhi wiped his tears. Seeing that the big baby had pleased him, he finally found his conscience and said. "When did you die? Why does it appear over and over again?"

The hanged female ghost was holding her neck and crying. The head on her neck is lying softly and there is a danger of falling at any time.

This time the crying is no longer full of contrived gloom, but real sadness. Hanging a female ghost is still a bit self-aware, knowing that this time is ashamed, not ashamed and generous.

It’s just that Ji Yanzhi is too cruel. Even if the hanged female ghost who was evaluated as a “big baby” hangs too many times to cause cerebral hypoxic dementia, Ji Yanzhi’s rare expression eases and burns under the soft voice of inquiry. disturbed.

-Fuck! He asked my name and asked me how I died. He didn't want to find out where my bones were buried, so he would put my bones in ashes!

The more the girl ghost was hanged, the more she felt scared, and the whole ghost trembled violently.

"The slave house...name Cui Ji." Even if he guessed Ji Yanzhi's purpose, she didn't dare to hide it from the dead girl. In a pitiful tone, she bumped into herself and introduced herself. Others are okay, that's right, the name matches her current image, it's really hard to explain in a word.

After all, the ‘blood-stained’ demeanor made the female ghost hanged in red.

"This name." Ji Yanzhi considered his words and tried his best not to say too much: "It doesn't match you well on the outside."

The hanged female ghost held her head with her hands, her two bubble eyes gleaming and moved. "The son thinks so too. The Nu Family is like a flower, and Cui Ji's name is indeed no longer worthy of the Nu Family. The Nu Family thought about it, and decided to change her name to Hong Ji."

Ji Yanzhi: "...I have an idea. I will call you Xiaohong from now on."

Hanged the female ghost: "No, Nujia... Oh, Xie gave the name."

Ji Yanzhi's mouth curled up, and his mood became inexplicably happy.

"Xiaohong, have you found a problem?" Ji Yanzhi turned on the mouth-cannon function, and be sure to kill the ghost. "Every time you scare people, do you only spit out your tongue as a pig tongue? Don't you feel sick?"

Hong Ji: "..."

——I am no longer a human, but you are really a ghost!

"The son asked the Nujia's name, but he wanted to avenge the Nujia."

Hong Ji got more and more excited as she talked, even so excited that'Kacha' put her stuck head back in place.

Ji Yanzhi couldn't bear to look straight away. "Don't think too much, I just ask casually."

——Is he like such a kind person? Don't be kidding, he has time to help the ghosts revenge in the United States, he might as well concentrate on reading.

Ji Yanzhi's slander is even more truthful on the face. "Whether you are a man or a ghost, you must have a compelling number in your heart. Do you think you are worthy to let me run to a place all the way to revenge for you?"

Hong Ji wanted to nod subconsciously, but suddenly felt wrong.

This...Is this still a compassionate scholar who likes beautiful foxes, glamorous ghosts and red sleeves to add fragrance to the world, and writes a song and tearful love story for the world?

Hongji suddenly shed red tears and sobbed.

The cry was very sad, but Ji Yanzhi had no reaction. He only supported his cheek with one hand, his expression unclear.

At this time, Hong Ji felt that it was impossible to go on like this, but she didn't know which of the tendons was wrong, she found out the sack that impressed Ji Yanzhi, and began to show how to hang herself with the sack in front of Ji Yanzhi.

Ji Yanzhi: "..."

——I knew it would be like this.

Ji Yanzhi suppressed the urge to laugh, but met Hong Ji's sad and lingering eyes.

Ji Yanzhi: "...Do you want to force me to use a trick to destroy ghosts?"

Hong Ji immediately struck a spirit, and did not dare to perform convulsions.

"The son is spared."

Hong Ji received the torn sacks and began to cry.

What she said was that she was so pitiful, she was bullied by her aunt during her lifetime, and she was exposed to the corpse and the wilderness to become a lonely ghost after her death.

It's a pity that Ji Yanzhi's heart is like iron, and he will not be moved by Hong Ji's cries one after another.

Because Hong Ji cried so beautifully, Ji Yanzhi wouldn't believe it, and felt that the story was half-truth.

No, Hong Ji cried for a while, and found that Ji Yanzhi didn't move at all, she collected her tears very simply and neatly, and began to dance like "I died so miserably" while drifting outside. .

Ji Yanzhi sneered and continued to hold the "Book of Songs" that had been randomly thrown on the desk before quickly flipping through it.

Ji Yanzhi, who was addicted to his studies, didn’t know that because of his momentary'indulgence', Hong Ji, who was always on the verge of death, had turned on the nightly'singing opera' mode, and the preparations for Ji Yan every night When reading and reviewing homework at night, Hong Ji would show up with a torn sacks, and then she would start to convulsions and hang herself.

It's like "I died so miserably~~" It's a song that must be sung every night, it makes people get goosebumps, and I just want to go to sleep right away.

Often at this time, Ji Yanzhi, who has obtained the clone of the original owner and can contact the ghosts, has only two options. One was to turn to bed immediately, and the other was to ignore Hong Ji's convulsive funeral and continue to read his book.

Of the two options, Ji Yanzhi has a half-and-half chance of choosing.

It's not salted fish. Ji has become hardworking. It's mainly because he wants to participate in this year's autumn season. Since June, the naive cousin Zhu Wang next door has no longer recruited friends and friends to participate in various poetry meetings.

The original protagonist was not able to catch up with Zhu Wang on his talents.

This hurts Ji Yanzhi, a salted fish who is too lazy to stand up. He can't make too many changes, because diligence has become an inherent impression of his grandmother and birth mother, including his aunt, Zhu Wang and other relatives. Zhu Wang, who is sure to be able to be a protégé of the emperor, has made great efforts to study. Ji Yanzhi's cousin, who is generally less talented than Zhu Wang, has any face, and fell asleep early.

It is simply as watching dramas and cultivating sentiments. While reciting the Four Books and Five Classics, while watching Hong Ji, who is mentally ill, he can't remember the acrobatics of drama spirits and ghosts. Not to mention, I kneaded two pieces of rice paper and kneaded two pieces of rice paper into small paper balls, and stuffed them into my ears. I really couldn't feel the magic sound through my ears, I just watched the good show.

It's just that the dramas that Hong Ji can sing are just those few times over and over again. After a long time, Ji Yanzhi will be bored. And when Hong Ji performed acrobatics again, I asked Hong Ji to sort out the flaws.

"Xiaohong, aren't you tired like this? Every night you turn over and over again to make a tune. I feel tired if you are not tired..."

"I died terribly... I died terribly..."

With that said, Oh Huo, Hong Ji actually played a new trick.

She actually dragged her long tongue, using it as a mop, rubbing the floor while gradually approaching Ji Yanzhi. Ji Yanzhi's eyelids jumped, holding the scroll and raising her hand, she decisively flew Hong Ji away.

Really, the flesh can come into contact with ghosts, it's a tasteless golden finger. Classmate Hong Ji only rolled round in the air, and rolled to the corner with a five-body throwing posture. It was also because he used to pump Hong Ji very lightly, and he didn't think that it would be over with one move.

It is estimated that Hong Ji has a pit in his mind, and there is a pit in his mind, without actually feeling Ji Yanzhi's killing intent. This is not five-body cast, and soon after her cheek was printed on the ground, Hong Ji finally slowed down, resting her hands on the ground, climbing up very hard, and finally, with a pair of red eyes full of sadness, quietly staring at Ji Yanzhi .

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

The magic sound sounded again, this time even the rice paper **** in the ears could not be stopped.

Ji Yanzhi silently cast his sight on Hong Ji who was covering her face and howling.

The killing intent was so obvious that Hong Ji had a big jump and waved her hands again and again. "not me."

Even the slave family doesn’t claim to be a self-proclaimed one. Naturally it’s not Hong Ji. Ji Yanzhi suddenly remembered that there is a vixen named Huangfumei. What he likes most is to run to the window of the handsome little brother (who can read and read characters), he said. Beep crying.

The blue veins on Ji Yanzhi's forehead suddenly rioted. "Very well, I haven't eaten fox meat hot pot for a long time, so let's eat fox hot pot for supper tonight."

As a ten-thousand-year-old ghost who grew up in a big foodie, don't expect Ji Yanzhi to not eat spiritual creatures. In Ji Yanzhi's view, the difference between spiritual animals and non-spiritual animals is that they cannot be stewed in a pot. Huangfu Mei, to put it bluntly, it is actually a white fox that has just been able to transform and has seen too many human painting books.

Human, no, it's the fox-shaped look chubby, just like a fox, let alone cute.

Of course, the reason why Ji Yanzhi indulged her to come and look at the window after five steps away was mainly because she had a cousin who was a panda spirit. He is currently being fascinated by Huangfu, on his way to the town where Ji Yanzhi lives. Ji Yanzhi thinks that he can roll around in the near future, and his mood is exceptionally beautiful, just...

What a pity now!

Ji Yanzhi uttered a loud bang, rolled up his sleeves, tied Huang Fu Mei with a rope, and hung it under the begonia tree planted in the corner to ‘swing’.

Huangfu Mei: "..."