Chapter 1333: Extra

The old monk kept talking all the way.
Yange feels he understands it.
However, it seemed like he didn't understand anything.
She nodded with a smile.
The next moment, the old monk suddenly asked her, "Wood, do you know your name?"
Yan Ge is funny.
This old monk talked to her so intimately, wouldn't it be possible, not even her name?
"Feng Yang," Yange said, "how?"
The old monk heard the words and walked slightly.
Looking at Yan Song's expression is hard to hide.
Yange subconsciously didn't want him to be sad, so he shook his hand: "You call me wood is also very nice."
The old monk heard the words, and she was really happy: "Wipe, now the labor and capital should scold you for two more sentences and then pluck your hair out, making you cry forever.
While she can't resist and remember it, you should bully her.
Then tell her as a joke in the future.
But look at the hand she was holding tight.
He really can't get this cruel.
Ugh! Forget it, he didn't care about the girls.
He said this and saw that the song didn't respond, so he asked fiercely, "Why don't you be afraid I'll pull out your hair?"
Yange looked at him with a smile: "You're not so bad."
The old monk was staring at her like this, and it really went down all over.
Hey, he's a man now. Wouldn't this wood look at him as a lover?
Creepy!
He was still Mariel and sent people to the palace.
Yange walked into the palace gate and looked back, seeing the old monk standing outside the palace gate, she had let go of her hand.
Her hands were empty, and she saw the old monk waving goodbye to her, and for some reason she suddenly felt uncomfortable.
But everything is different in the end. Although she is uncomfortable, she doesn't want to show sorrow, so she smiles and waves at the old monk: "Be good."
As soon as the old monk threw his sleeves, he turned and left.
The sound of the wooden fish gradually disappeared.
The old monk disappeared.
Yange is uncomfortable.
She didn't know why she was uncomfortable.
The road in front seemed to be lost.
Reaching for a touch, it was tears on his face.
She stared at the tears in her hands as if an emotion had been triggered.
Tears ceased.
She walked unknowingly, crying while walking.
She didn't know how long she had gone, and she found that someone was crying in front of her.
When a sad person meets a sad person, he has a destiny.
This humming cry is a man, sitting on the steps holding a dress, crying sad.
The falling petals of flowers and trees in the yard fell into the forest of his hair, and even one of them was still on his face, but he didn't mean to wipe it.
Yan Song was infected by his sadness, but he felt more sad.
Sitting next to the man, crying hummingly.
Crying and crying, the cry of the man could not be heard, only she was crying alone.
Yan Ge tilted his head and looked curiously.
It was found that the man was also holding her head tilted.
The man still had tears on his face, and looked at her so stupidly.
A look of doubt and ignorance.
Yange twitched and asked him, "What are you looking at?"
The man frowned: "You, what are you?"
Only then did Yange realize that the man only looked at her position, but his eyes did not focus on her face.
She remembered the words of the old monk.
At this moment, she was just a faint source of soul.
"I? I'm a ghost." Yange hesitated, defining his status at the moment: "It should be a ghost, how about you?"
The man froze. "I am human."
"Oh." Yan Ge realized with a look: "Hello, man."
"Hello, ghost."
This weird greeting greeted everyone with a laugh.
The sadness just disappeared naturally.
"My name is Feng Yang." Yange said, "You don't have to call me a ghost."
The man froze and looked back at where the song was. His voice was stagnant, and he said slowly, "Yangyang, my name is Ajiu, just call me Ajiu."
"Yangyang, how did you die? Why did you come to the palace?"
"How did you die? I don't know. It was the palace where the old monk took me. He said that my soul was weak, and there were powerful men in the palace who could protect my soul."
"Yangyang, what is the Mighty?"
"I don't know." Yange thought for a while: "I should refer to you, I'm close to you, I feel warm on your body, so I don't want to go anywhere."
"Old monk, who is it?"
"do not know."
I don't know, but it should be an old friend.