The next morning, Long Junchen got up early. After washing up, he gently pushed open Wang Shi's door. Seeing that Wang Shi was still snoring, the clothes on his chest had been wet with saliva. Long Junchen saw that he was sleeping soundly, he didn't call him. It was probably this guy didn't fall asleep all night last night, and he fell asleep in a dawn. Long Junchen closed Wang Shi's door and got up to look at the girl.

The girl's door was hidden, and he opened it with a slight push. Long Junchen saw that the girl had woken up and stood by the window very delicately, looking out the window with complicated eyes.

In Yinhai City in late spring and early summer, there is a lot of rain, especially on Longmen Mountain, close to the mountainous area. The weather is like a naughty child, which is even more unpredictable. It was just a faint warm sun shining in spring. Now, a slight cold wind blows by, and raindrops gently slanted from the sky and hit the window ticking. The girl seemed to notice Long Junchen, turned to look at him, was slightly stunned, and then showed a sweet smile and asked, "Are you a god?"

Long Junchen raised his eyebrows slightly, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he said inexplicably: "Why do you say this, Miss?"

"I remember, I'm dead, and the person I can only see after death is not a god, what is it?" The girl turned her body, looked at Long Junchen, and then lowered her eyes darkly. Long Junchen couldn't help but feel silent, thinking that she was in a fairyland with this girl, but there seemed to be something strange in her words.

Long Junchen did not rush to tell the girl the truth that she was not dead, but instead bowed slightly and asked an irrelevant question first, "Dare you ask the girl's name?"

When the girl heard Long Junchen's words, she slowly raised her head and forced out a light smile. The smile was too stiff and was even worse than crying. "I'm dead, but I still care about those names? Alas, my name is He Linlin, from Maotai Village."

He Linlin smiled miserably, then looked out the window, and said a little disappointedly: "God is really open-minded. This fairyland is so similar to the place I was in my lifetime. Is it really taking care of me for the wronged death? Hahaha, I may have lived comfortably in this fairyland, but it only hurt my poor father, and he is the only one left in my life in the future. Alas."

He Linlin's eyes were a little wet as she spoke, and her eyes were scattered outside the window, and she was as desolate as Daiyu's burial flower.

Long Junchen took a deep breath, suppressed the urge to tell her the truth, changed the question and continued, "Why would Miss He die?"

He Linlin's body trembled slightly when she heard Long Junchen's words. In her rosy eyes, she seemed to feel a little wronged and unwilling. She sighed with a sigh, "Everything is fate, no matter how much you are, I only envy the joy of the world. I don't know why the troubles in the sky. I am a person with a miserable life."

He Linlin said, crying even harder, his voice was hoarse, and Long Junchen felt a little worried. He Linlin's slandering words made him feel a little uncomfortable. He stood up, brought a bowl of millet porridge from outside, and gently handed it to He Linlin. His eyes rolled, and he comforted half-true and half-falsely: "This is the Jingxin Soup in our fairy world, which can make you forget the pain in the world for the time being, drink a little."

I don’t know if He Linlin was indeed a little hungry, but she heard Long Junchen’s words and was about to get up and take the millet porridge from Long Junchen’s hand. She struggled for a while, but found that her body was really weak and she didn’t even have the strength to support herself in the bed. She smiled bitterly at Long Junchen, and Long Junchen said generously: “I’ll feed you.”

While saying that, he stirred the hot millet porridge, gently scooped a spoonful, blew a breath, and handed it to He Linlin's mouth. He Linlin's cherry lips slightly opened, took a sip, and blushed with embarrassment, "Are you still afraid of burning your mouth when you die?"

"The girl is weak, so you should pay more attention." Long Junchen did not answer He Linlin's question directly, and replied perfunctorily, continuing to feed millet porridge.

He Linlin looked at Long Junchen and smiled with a charming smile. She seemed to think that Long Junchen's words were very absurd. However, she was not confused about this issue. Instead, she remembered Long Junchen's previous question, licked her mouth, and said, "Since I have told you my name, I also want to ask, what do you call this handsome guy?"

"My name is Long Junchen, just call me Junchen." Long Junchen naturally stretched out his hand and shook He Linlin. The girl smiled and said with some self-deprecating words: "If I had known that I could meet such a handsome little guy in this fairyland, I would have shed less tears when I died. This might be a good thing for me!"

He Linlin said, blinking at Long Junchen charmingly, as if He Linlin was mistakenly thinking that she was dead, so she spoke quite unscrupulously. Long Junchen's heartbeat was faster and his whole face turned a little red.

He Linlin seemed to see that Long Junchen was thinking about something else, and smiled boldly, and her movements became more bold. She took Long Junchen's hand and smiled naturally, "When I am in the world, I always envy the mandarin ducks but not the immortals. I always long for a happy love, but when I really arrived at the fairyland, I felt that what is the best thing for the mandarin ducks on earth? This fairyland in heaven seems to be happier."

He Linlin's face was very close, and the gentle fragrance from her mouth squirted against Long Junchen's face, causing the latter's heart to beat for no reason. She didn't know where to look at her eyes, whether she was looking at her affectionate and beautiful eyes, or floating out the window, not responding directly.

"Hey, you guy, you are lustful but not brave. The look he looked at me just now. Why do you think you are pretending to be a good man? We have all experienced death. What else can you care about? After I died, I regretted not having drunkenness in my life. I still abide by the family rules that you are not allowed to fall in love before you were twenty years old. Now, I regretted death. I am all dead, and my first kiss is still there. It's a pity." He Linlin said while talking to herself. Although her body was still a little difficult to move, her jade arms had already surrounded Long Junchen's back like a water snake, pulling the latter into the gentle land.

Long Junchen coughed twice. To be honest, just like his current fever, if he can't control himself, he may be able to rectify the beauty in front of him on the spot, but he cannot do this. It's not because Long Junchen has the loyalty of loving only one person in his life. Long Junchen can say this to the outside world, but what he is worried about is that if he just dealt with her like this and told her the fact that she was not dead later, what should this girl can't accept it? Even if she accepts it, what if she depends on herself?

Long Junchen's hesitation had nothing to do with the so-called chaos and abandonment. He was just out of the man's desire to survive, and wanted to try his best to restrain the rising evil fire. He thought in his mind, if the girl Situ Lingling knew about it, he would not become a mandarin duck flying in the sky by then!

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The atmosphere in these chapters will be a little easier, but the next plot of fighting ghosts is really timid, hahaha...
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