Chapter 1109 Extra

The old monk has been rambling on all the way.

Yan Ge felt that he understood a little.

However, it seems that I don't understand anything.

She nodded with a smile.

The next moment, the old monk asked her suddenly: "Wu Mu, do you know your name?"

Yan Ge was amused.

The old monk talked to her so intimately, could it be that he didn't even know her name?

"Feng Yang." Yan Ge said, "What?"

Hearing this, the old monk paused slightly.

Looking at Yange, it was hard to hide the disappointment.

Yan Ge subconsciously didn't want him to be sad, so he shook his hand: "It's nice to call me Mu Mu."

The old monk was really happy when he heard the words: "Fuck, labor and management should scold you a few more words now and then pull out your hair, making you cry for nothing."

While she won't resist and won't remember this matter, she should be bullied and bullied.

Then tell her as a joke in the future.

But, looking at the hand that was held tightly by her.

He really couldn't be so cruel.

well! Forget it, he doesn't care about girls.

After he said this, seeing that Yange didn't respond, he asked viciously, "Why, aren't you afraid that I'll pull out your hair?"

Yan Ge looked at him with a smile: "You're not so bad."

When the old monk was stared at like this, goose bumps fell all over his body.

Damn, he is also a man now, this piece of wood is not looking at him as a lover, right?

Creepy!

He was still quick to send people to the palace.

Yan Ge walked into the palace gate, looked back, and saw the old monk standing outside the palace gate, and had already let go of her hand.

Her hands were empty, and she saw the old monk waving goodbye to her again, she didn't know why, and suddenly felt extremely uncomfortable.

But there is a difference in everything. Although she is uncomfortable, she doesn't want to express her sadness, so she can only smile and wave to the old monk: "Be good."

The old monk flicked his sleeves, turned around and left.

The sound of the wooden fish gradually disappeared.

The old monk also disappeared.

Yan Ge felt very uncomfortable.

She didn't know why she felt uncomfortable.

The road ahead seemed to be blurry.

He reached out to wipe it, but his face was full of tears.

She stared at the tears on her hands, as if an emotion had been aroused.

The tears just stopped.

She walked unconsciously, crying as she walked.

She didn't know how long she had walked, but she realized that someone was crying in front of her.

When a sad person meets a sad person, there is also a destiny.

The crying man was a man, sitting on the steps with a piece of clothing in his arms, crying very sadly.

The fallen petals of the flower trees in the yard fell into his hair, and one even got on his face, but he didn't intend to wipe it off.

Yan Ge was infected by his sadness, and felt even sadder.

He simply sat beside the man and cried too.

Crying and crying, the man's cry could no longer be heard, and she was the only one crying.

Yan Ge tilted his head curiously.

He found that the man was also looking at her with his head tilted.

There were still tears on the man's face, and he just looked at her so stupidly.

Confused and ignorant.

Yan Ge sobbed and asked him, "What are you looking at?"

The man frowned: "You, what are you?"

It was only then that Yan Ge realized that the man was only looking at her position, but he didn't focus on her face.

She remembered what the old monk said.

At this time, she is just a faint source of soul.

"Me? I'm a ghost." Yange hesitated, defining his current state: "It should be a ghost, what about you?"

The man froze for a moment, "I'm human."

"Oh." Yan Ge looked dazed: "Hello, man."

"Hello, ghost."

This weird greeting made one person and one ghost laugh out loud.

The sadness just now naturally dissipated.

"My name is Feng Yang." Yan Ge said, "You don't have to call me ghost."

The man froze for a moment, looked back at where Yan Ge was, and said slowly, "Yangyang, my name is Ajiu, you can just call me Ajiu."

"Yangyang, you are, how did you die? Why did you come to the palace?"

"How did I die? I don't know. The old monk took me to the palace. He said that my soul is weak, and there are powerful people in the palace who can protect my soul."

"Yangyang, the mighty one, what do you mean?"

"I don't know." Yan Ge thought for a while: "It should be you, I feel warm on you when I get close to you, and I don't want to go anywhere."

"Old monk, who is it?"

"have no idea."

I don't know, but it should be an old friend.

I don’t want to write about it anymore, I can actually guess it, and if I write it again, it will become a long plane...