Devilish Dream Boy Pampers Me to the Sky

Listening to Ling's screaming, Chu Ci raised his eyes and continued, "As for those little white flowers, do you know the biggest difference between me and them?"

Chu Ci raised his hand to pinch Lingma’s neck, and for a moment an indifferent expression filled the bottom of her eyes. Before Cha Bai could take a closer look, her emotions were obscured by the light in her eyes. Asylum, but I am asylum myself."

Under Ling's horrified gaze, Chu Ci smiled softly again, "Ah, you bully him so much, it makes me feel very unhappy."

Originally, she liked the clean and warm light, but she also liked to live in this simple way, watching everywhere, walking around the mountains and rivers, and living well.

She didn't want to bother if other people didn't come to provoke her.

But it’s not bad now. As for him, he may not be so innocent and warm. He always carries a dark and morbid mood on his body. Although Chabai never mentions it, Chu Ci can still feel it. Similarities, similar breath.

It's just that she didn't mention it, she didn't say anything.

But, her people, she can bully herself, not to others.

With his hand on Lingma’s neck, Chu Ci exhaled, as if with a little helplessness, he lowered his eyes and said in a low voice, "Don’t remind me with this attitude over and over again. What happened before."

Grandma Ling also struggled a few times, and finally the spirit body was directly crushed by Chu Ci and completely disappeared into the world.

The appearance of Chu Ci made Cha Bai a little dumbfounded, and he even forgot to remind Chu Ci to relax. When she reacted, Chu Ci had pinched the person's spiritual body to the point of collapse.

People's expressions are also particularly innocent, how can they not help being pinched.

Chabai: Ah...

Chu Ci rushed in front of Chabai and said, "The matter is resolved, no one sees it."

This probably means that no one sees me turning the sky, and I don’t round it up.

Tea white:...

Listen, listen, is this what people say?

Cha Bai was about to say something more, Chu Ci frowned slightly, and then the spirit body trembled for a few times, and his eyes went black again.

Pieces of memory poured in, it was the memory of the identity of this plane, the original owner Chu Ci, originally a saint of a certain nation, said that he could communicate the spiritual power between heaven and earth, but later natural disasters and man-made disasters. In the end, she was taken as a sacrificial saint by bleeding to the sky, begging for good weather.

But even so, it didn’t take long for that nation to have no trace of internal and external troubles, and there was a spiritual plant in the place where Chu Ci was buried. It was also because of the spiritual energy of Chu Ci that sought these things, like the spirit of the spiritual bird The kind of love, so it is to protect Chu Ci's body, keep her body in its original state, and repair her body little by little.

And when she came over, it was because the body had not been repaired yet, so in the nearby cemetery, she became a spiritual creature that was said to be a dead soul and not a dead soul.

After receiving the memory, Chu Ci slowly opened his eyes. The surroundings were dark, with the smell of mud, but the touch of her hand was not like when she was a ghost before, and now it is indeed able to touch the ground.

There was a spiritual grass with a faint ray of light hanging on her shoulders, as if guarding her.

Chu Ci paused, and looked at this small space, before finally raising his hand and pushing hard to push the top layer of soil and stones away.