Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

"Okay! I won't talk nonsense to you. Tell him to come out! Now!"

"Uncle Song, I advise you not to be so pushy."

The gentle and beautiful girl said softly, "Those who push themselves too far will be punished."

He was born without raising a child and never fulfilled the responsibilities of a father.

Now she has proposed that she is willing to pay him alimony for the rest of his life so that he can enjoy his old age in peace. This is the most benevolent thing.

People who are too demanding and too greedy will really go to hell after death.

The little goblin tilted his head slightly, and the redness in his eyes flashed.

"What did you say!?"

Song Zhiqiang was instantly angered by her words and slapped his hand, "You little bitch, how dare you curse me!?"

He, who is not highly educated, is most taboo about this kind of thing.

Now that a little girl said it, he suddenly became furious.

"Shh-"

The girl with a bun put her finger gently on her lips and made a quiet gesture.

She smiled, half-squinted her eyes, looked at the hand frozen in mid-air and murmured,

"How can this be called a curse?"

"This is obviously the truth."

Souls that are greedy and devoid of human warmth are indeed the favorite food of the evil spirits in hell.

One bite at a time, swallow the food alive.

Weak souls cannot be reincarnated and suffer to death.

The more evil you do and the more morally corrupt you are, the more painful your death will be.

These are all facts.

The flower demon, which symbolized death, raised a bloodthirsty smile and raised her hand in front of him.

A red light flashed, as if something had penetrated into his body, and quickly disappeared.

Song Zhiqiang's eyes were dull and motionless, as if he had turned into a puppet.

When the iron door was closed again, he suddenly came to his senses and took a step back.

He didn't care when he was kicked in the sack, he just stood there, not knowing what he was doing.

The corridor suddenly became quiet and returned to its deserted appearance.

Song Zhiqiang stood outside the door, suddenly as if his spirit was floating in the air.

I can't concentrate and I don't know what to do.

I felt dizzy and felt like I was leaving this place.

His steps were swaying, as if he were floating, dragging the sack and walking slowly.

In the snow outside, a long line of footprints fell, farther and farther away.

Yun Si returned to the warm room.

Soon, he was embraced by a strong embrace.

The soft, fragrant curls rubbed against her ears, tickling her a little.

His head stretched out from behind and pressed against her cheek, and his warm voice seemed to come from the chest.

"Si Si drove him away, right?"

His hands held her waist tightly, as if his whole body was about to come over.

Yun Si shrank uncomfortably and hummed softly.

Just now Song Zhiqiang spoke in a loud voice, fearing that all the content of what he said was transmitted.

But her voice was so soft that he probably couldn't hear her.

I couldn't hear it, so I asked her the result.

He believed in her, unconditionally.

She nodded and said yes, and he didn't ask any more questions. He hugged her quietly from behind and didn't speak.

No illness, no mania, nothing, everything is fine.

His nose rubbed against her face, silently intimate, as always.

Even, a hand slowly touched the corner of her sweater.

"Si Si. Is that okay?"