Chapter 297: What kind of ghost story is that good?

Chapter 297 What kind of ghost story is that, is it nice?

Dongfeng puts flowers and thousands of trees at night, and it blows down, and the stars are like rain.

BMW carved cars are all over the road. The sound of the phoenix flute moves, the light of the jade pot turns, and the fish and dragon dance all night.

Laughter and laughter in the sky above Luanyang City lasted for a long time.

Xu Shulou was exhausted all the way, hungry and full in the imperial capital, and fought wits and courage with his mother every day. When he relaxed for a while, fatigue swept over him like a tidal wave.

If it wasn't for a short break in the afternoon, the person would have collapsed by now.

He waited for the little girl to get tired before the two of them could return home,

But Xu Shulou underestimated Lu Jingzhi's combat effectiveness.

It is impossible to be tired, the more you visit, the happier you will be.

Energetic and enthusiastic.

Even people who don’t know her can see that this is a lively and happy little girl when they meet each other.

Many people by the river were setting up lanterns. Because of the cold weather, there was a thin layer of soft ice floating on the surface of the water, shining silver light illuminated by the candlelight, which was very beautiful.

Finding a less crowded place, Lu Jingzhi took out a candy and handed it to Xu Shulou, "It's sour and tastes like lemon."

After eating a piece of candy, when I looked up again, I saw Xu Shulou was holding the candy, his head was biting, and he seemed to be extremely sleepy.

"Are you sleepy?"

Xu Shulou woke up in a dream, the candy in his mouth was sour, he felt that if he hadn't closed his mouth, his saliva would have fallen out.

Rao can lose consciousness under this kind of stimulation.

One can imagine how tired he is.

"not sleepy."

Xu Shulou insisted.

In order to prove that what he said was true, his eyes widened on purpose.

It is moist, reflecting the light of thousands of candles.

"I saw that you seemed to be falling asleep just now," Lu Jingzhi said, "It's good if you're not sleepy. I thought you couldn't stay up all night tonight."

Xu Shulou's heart trembled.

Nothing was said.

The strange desire to win and lose always occurs regardless of the occasion.

The two guards who were close to each other looked at each other.

"Xiaobai?" Lu Jingzhi lowered his voice and touched him lightly, "Going home."

The young man bent his knees, put his hands on his knees to rest his chin, lowered his head, his black hair fell down softly, quietly.

Looking at it, she felt that he was lonely.

It is an atmosphere that can generate silent silence under the sky full of fireworks.

He is.

Xiao Shen is also like this.

Niang too.

Lu Jingzhi thought, Didu is not a good place.

A martial arts practitioner should be sharp.

Falling asleep in this cold wind was something Xu Shulou never dared to think about.

But now he does.

The whole body is shouting a word: Shame.

He turned his head awkwardly and stood up abruptly.

"Slow down, it's easy to start too fast..."

Xu Shulou's eyes went dark, and the lights and shadows in his field of vision shrank, and then slowly returned to their original state.

Lu Jingzhi also finished the second half of the sentence in a low voice, "... prone to cerebral ischemia."

Her hand was on Xu Shulou's shoulder, and he glanced at it to help him hold down the cloak that had just fallen off.

The guards were well prepared, and they carried a thick cloak with them.

"Go home." Lu Jingzhi stretched, "Go home and sleep."

"Aren't you up all night?"

After speaking, he wanted to bite his tongue off.

Rarely, the little girl was merciful, and didn't say much about what happened to him just falling asleep, she just said, "I have to go back, my sister can't sleep well if I don't go back. I told my sister a ghost story yesterday."

Xu Shulou: "..."

When approaching the door, Xu Shulou asked: "Then what kind of ghost story, is it good?"

(end of this chapter)

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