Chapter 12:

I am silent with Mo Qing for a long time.
There are countless thoughts in my heart. How long has he stayed in this library? Looking at me up? Still waiting for me to come over? In addition to reading this story, I should have no words that I can't help but whisper.
No matter what, the appearance of this clown is now not like the ordinary means can be fooled.
So I intend to use a very special means to show my uncommon acting skills. I took the look of the day, and I took a weak breath: "Ah, the door... the doorkeeper." Frightened, "When did you come?"
Like an illusion, the ink green eyebrows moved slightly. After a while, he moved his gaze and swept a circle on the bookshelf. The tone was plain and asked me: "The story of the resurrection of the corpse can be followed up. Then read."
I read and read: "There is no follow-up." I sighed. "Looking at many, it is a record of some weird stories that are endless. The method of attracting ghosts is nothing. I want to come to the world to say that ghosts and gods are also illusory. ""
When I finished this, I took a look at the ink, and saw him looking at a book on the shelf, indifferent:
"If the things of ghosts and gods are illusory, I will not use them if you stay..."
"Oh." I don't think I can play anymore. My temperament is too different from me. I can't imagine her courage. Under such threats, I can make other reactions besides crying. So I had to work on my own. I smiled at the blue-eyed smile. "Master, you can really make a joke. There are so many books here, it is obvious that there are quite a lot of people who have hit the ghosts in history. I guess there are all the same, but everyone can't see it. No more. I will look for something else."
I stood up and immediately left the sight of Mo Qing.
Even if I know that in this library, no matter where it is, as long as he wants to see it, he can see it.
But I can't see him, and my heart is a lot easier.
I am resentful of this broken body, to be able to do a little bit more, there is a skill like the North Mountain Lord, I will be able to dry the ink tonight!
I hid in the corner and took a book and went out to cover it. Covering it, I suddenly felt that I was really alive now. If you don’t have the money, you have to kill the ink, but you have to blame it.
I spend so much heart and soul to repay my soul, but it is not for the sake of such a living!
Dodging, can not solve the problem, I have to face the difficulties, use the present body, seduce to the blue, let him like this body like to know that even if you know that there is a road to shake, he does not dare to do it! This is the top measure.
If I can't reach that level, I will find out that I am a road sway, so I will fight with him. Anyway, I am a dead person. The worst is that I have been in the grave before. Drag on the back of the pad! no big deal!
My heart crossed and walked behind the back of the bookshelf, but seeing that Mo Qing was between the two bookshelves, he took a book and looked at it at will. I took a smile and walked over the past: "Is Master also interested in these books?"
"Yeah." He turned to look at me. "I want to find her more than anyone else."
Oh, I know.
I was quietly close to the ink blue, and my eyes were only staring at a book on the shoulder behind him: "Oh, this book is thick, like what is recorded." I said, Close to the ink green, standing in front of him, the palm of his hand against the contours of his ears, stretched out.
When the ink fell, he stared at me standing in front of him.
The sly body is half a head shorter than the ink green. My hand stretches over his shoulder and sticks to the ear, as if he is holding his neck, posture... oh oh.
I grabbed the thick book on the shelf, and the book was stuck tightly on it. I was happy in my heart, that is to be so tight! But my happiness can only be suppressed in my heart, but on the surface, I feel a helpless look that is irritating and grinning: "How can I not take it out?" I used the book to force, but my arm was gently rubbed in the ear.
If there is a seemingly untouchable touch, gently lick his slightly cold auricle. I don't know what he thinks, anyway, my arm has a little bit of itching.
Mo Qing didn't move, so I thought I was seduce quite successfully.
My purpose is to contact, contact, close contact, and then let him fall in love with this body.
The boring words of the folks made the heroine mourn and said that you fell in love with me. Ah, it’s not awkward, it’s not scary to just fall in love with your organs. What touches the love of the soul, that is illusory. I am cultivating the devil, not all these things, let's come to the real, love, love this . Intoxicated, infatuated, enjoying the joy of the senses, and then unable to extricate themselves.
When I further wanted to lean in his arms, the book on the bookshelf that was tight was loose at this time, as if it had been drawn into my hands.
The book came out.
Mo Qing said: "Go and see."
Integrity, seriousness, no mood swings.
I held the book, touched my nose, and reflected in my heart. Didn’t the master I found for Mo Qing was an old monk who cultivated immortals or an old monk who practiced Buddhism? Or is it that he has been soaring in the career of watching Shanmen for decades, and has since disappeared from the seven passions and five desires?
I took a step back with the book and planned to change my strategy, so I stared at him and stood for a while.
Mo Qing noticed my eyes and looked up at me. When I looked at each other, I smiled brightly: "Sure enough." He waited silently for my next sentence. "Master, your eyes are beautiful. It is the same as the star in the night sky."
Mo Qing heard a word.
I drew myself a small hook in my heart, and sure enough, my body didn't move, let's start with a word.
I took a step forward and made the sound a bit hoarse: "Master, I think I seem to be fascinated by your eyes..." I stepped forward, step by step, but at this moment, again An invisible barrier is in front of me.
My nose slammed up and pulled back. I touched the reddish nose. I was not very embarrassed and said to myself: "Oh, I almost can’t help myself..." I shyly lowered my head and was ashamed. I looked at Mo Qing, "Master..."
"咚", a book fell from the bookshelf, and it was on my head. I looked up and read the books on my head. Only when this book fell, I reacted to the badness of the ink. Looking back at him, I saw him reading his book in a quiet voice.
"Go on the side," he said.
Hey, isn’t it all seduce to blame God? How can this be a heartless mind? I walked aside, looking for a chair to sit down, looking up at the blue eyes, and at the moment I was jealous of him, I found out that he was also watching me.
The four eyes meet again. This time, he turned his eyes.
His eyelashes covered his eyes and made him feel peeping.
No matter what he thinks, I look down at the book, thinking about it, waiting for me to go back to the book, I wait for an opportunity to move... My mind is still not on the ground, but Muir feels a gust of wind.
I looked up again, there was no ink in the attic, and the wide open window brought in the wind from the thousands of cliffs outside.
Hey... gone?
I hold my chin and ponder, and he will leave now. If it is not urgent, it will be to avoid me.
I slammed the book and smiled. Ink and blue, I can't see it. You turned out to be a small boring thing. Being spoiled, being praised on the face is not moving, in fact, the heart has been quietly shivering, look at this shame to start to avoid.
Well, I tilted my legs in my chair, and I know which one he likes.
In the future, the right medicine, oh, I am afraid that I will not be able to cure you.
After reading the book in the library for a night, I completely gave up the idea of ​​finding a solution from here. It seems that the current situation of my peace and harmony has not changed. I can only give it to her during the day, and alternately give me this evening.
It seems that now, only to quickly burn paper money, give yourself a good time.
I went back to the drama Yuefeng. I really didn't see you in the small courtyard. I wanted to come to her and I should be a pangolin. I went to the dungeon to see Liu Yuling.
When I was free, I meditated in the house, and I adjusted the body to a mess. I had to adjust her body for a week, and I blinked. The distant hills had been polished. I sink my mind and let me go back when the sun rises.
I returned to the body of the soul, and I sat on the bed, a little surprised and touched my ears: "Hey, how do I feel, my five senses are much more sensitive."
"Do you think that you live in your body?" I urged you, "Don't light up, hurry to find someone to burn paper for me."
"I will go to Lingling to get to Lingling. I will come back to find someone to burn you later." She finished wearing her body and ran away.
I screamed and felt that it was a problem to give up my mind and let her go to save Liuling. And Liu Yuling is still a Jianxin doorman... When I was alive, because I lived too much, I had a festival with the top ten. And with the heart of the door, the knot is especially deep.
Spring is nearing the end, the sun is more burning than the winter, and the heavens and the earth will be more masculine. After a few days of tossing, my ghost body was also a little lacking, and I hid in the bed and closed my eyes and slept.
This sensation went straight to the dark, and in the evening, I heard it, I was awake.
It’s a tired face:
Today, I’ve gotten a dozen children to burn paper money for you. Your reputation is also awkward... I’ve traveled all the way to Shun’an Town, I’ve never heard your name don’t hide. of."
I grinned: "No, there is no place in Shun'an Town. You go to a faraway place. Sihezhou, Jiangcheng, where there are people, you give a share, burn paper and send something."
"You go there yourself." He said, he went down to the ground. "I didn't stop doing this late at night, I can't."
Oh, I still learn to resist now. I suspected that she was useless, and then slammed into the body, and her activities and activities of arms and legs, and then smashed, and blinked to Jiangcheng.
Jiangcheng is a free trade city that is at the junction of Xianmo. The people of the Immortal Road, mixed with the mix, the fish and dragon mixed, but also very lively. This is true during the day and night. Even sometimes the night is more lively than the day, Huajie Liuxiang, the restaurant inn, always crowded.
I bought a scented wax paper candle. On the Huaqiao Bridge, I really supported a stall and supported a piece of cloth. I wrote: "Thousands of mountains and waters are always in love, burning paper money can't work... burning money to send..."
I took my pen and held my chin, thinking about what to send to be more attractive. Suddenly a man’s laughter came from the side:
There are still people who don’t burn money. It’s amazing.

I turned around and saw that three men were standing there, all of them were short-sleeved, and the head of the head was short-haired and laughed very well. I glanced at him and asked him, "Would you like to experience it?"
The man saw me talking to him, and came to me with a big bow: "Well, who to burn to."

Dust Mountain, the road is swaying.

Every time, these six words are exported, and some people always change their faces. This time is no exception. The faces of the two men behind him, sinking down and staring at me. One person called the man: "Awu."
The man who was called Awu did not change his expression. Instead, he squatted in front of my booth and smashed a few long sums of money: "Ah, the road is swaying, the devil's head, but it is a pity that I died early. I appreciate her."
"Oh." I asked, "What do you appreciate her?"
He grinned and looked mad: "I heard that it is beautiful and difficult to tame."