LITTLE GOBLIN: Master, Don’t Come Here!

Zhong Qing saw Zhang Mingqiao had no reaction and looked towards him.

Just then, he saw the scholar looking at him blankly, with a hint of pain in his expression, which made Zhong Qing feel a little strange in his heart.

He was interested in himself, or in other words, he was interested in his skin, and Zhong Qing was aware of it.

It's just that she didn't intend to get into too much entanglement with the scholar, so she didn't respond and even pretended not to know about it.

If this is the case, then what is the reason for the dull feeling in my heart at this moment?

Zhang Mingqiao was not really in a daze, but thinking about a problem.

In other words, he was hesitating about a certain decision.

When he looked at Zhong Qing, the decision had been made.

"Miss Biluo," he called Zhongqing.

Zhong Qing stared at him.

Zhang Ming looked calm on the bridge, but he was a little panicked in his heart, and his hands hidden in his sleeves were clenched tightly.

"I like you." He looked into her eyes and said.

He looked at Zhongqing without blinking, waiting for her reaction.

Will she be shy? Will he get angry and think that he is offended, or... is it possible that he also has a little favorable impression of himself?

Zhang Mingqiao's heart was in turmoil.

However, the reality was beyond his expectation. The face opposite him still had a flat expression, as if what he just said was not the words he liked, but the moonlight was so beautiful tonight.

Zhang Mingqiao was disappointed in his heart, but he couldn't help but think, yes, this is the reaction that Miss Biluo would have.

It's just that this reaction made him feel a little uncomfortable after all.

When Zhong Qing saw his expression earlier, she had some vague anticipation of what he was going to say next.

So I wasn't very surprised when I heard what he said.

She put down the teacup in her hand and looked at Zhang Mingqiao: "Mr. Zhang, I told you on the first day that I am a ghost."

Zhang Mingqiao whispered: "I know."

Zhong Qing looked at him calmly: "Since you know it, you should also know that there is no result between humans and ghosts."

Zhang Mingqiao suddenly looked up at her: "Why?"

Zhongqing said: "Ghosts belong to Yin, and you mortals are alive because of the anger and yang energy in your body. Let alone being with ghosts, even if you stay together for a long time, it will be bad for your health."

Zhang Mingqiao moved his mouth: "I don't care."

Zhong Qing's voice turned cold: "You are the only bloodline left in the Zhang family. You don't care about your own life or death. What about your family's expectations for you? What about the earnest hopes of those who raised you?"

Zhang Mingqiao was startled for a moment, and then said: "These are not problems. People live in this world for only a few decades. If you can't make yourself happy, even if you live a long and prosperous life, what's the point?"

He looked at Zhong Qing: "I don't care about those concerns, I just want to ask Miss Biluo, do you have any feelings for me?"

Zhong Qing was stunned.

Zhang Mingqiao just looked at her and said softly: "As long as Miss Biluo is willing, I, Zhang Mingqiao, can let go of everything."

"No."

Zhong Qing replied.

She looked at the shocked and pained face of the person opposite her, her eyes cold and emotionless: "Ghost cultivators and mortals have nothing to do with each other. How can I, an immortal body, be tempted by you, a mortal?"

"Master Zhang, please don't have any delusions. Stay here for seven days and then leave."