Chapter 862： that's not love

"Tsk."

Yan Zhixu walked to the bench and sat down, cocked Erlang's legs and swayed casually, his red lips lightly parted, and a contemptuous sneer overflowed.

She leaned forward, resting her cheek with one hand, and casually raised her slender eyebrows.

"Love? Because I love her too much, do you want her to drown in water like you and become your ghost wife after death?"

Intonation assertion is not an interrogative sentence.

Hearing her analysis, Zhou Yizi was stunned, took two steps back, and whispered, "No... This is not love, he doesn't know what love is at all, it is selfish possessiveness."

This fearful reaction deeply stimulated Jiang Jun, who couldn't move, and clenched his hands tightly into fists.

"Why isn't this love?! I've been following you since you emerged and played on the field. I've watched all your big and small games, and I haven't missed a single one!"

"You are so dazzling when you are swimming, like a little sun. I wrote to you, sent gifts, and wanted to invite you to dinner, but all the gifts that were sent out were returned, and the news of inviting you was lost in the sea."

"I even worked as a sweeping staff in the national team's training hall for you, but you never paid attention to me."

"Soon I was found to be spying on you and was fired. Those people actually stopped me from liking you. What a bunch of hateful bitches."

"Later, I fell into the water and died in an accident, but I haven't married you yet. I'm not reconciled. You belong to me, and only I can be worthy of you."

...

Jiang Jun shook off all the past, as if he was caught in some kind of obsession, with a frantic expression and kept mumbling to himself.

"..."

The more Zhou Yizi listened, the more terrified she felt, the hairs on her body stood up, her pores were enlarged infinitely, and she could clearly hear her own breathing.

This person is a paranoid lunatic, a devil who will not give up until his goal is achieved.

"Okay, it's weird."

Yan Zhixu stood up from the bench, mobilized the spiritual power in his body, his fingertips overflowed, and condensed into a slender rope to bind Jiang Jun.

Under his screams, the rope kept shrinking and finally turned into a string of bells, and the ghost was bound and unable to escape.

She casually tied the bell to her wrist and looked at Zhou Yizi, who was stunned, "Let's go, visit his house."

Even if Zhou Yizi was killed as he wished, if no one presided over the ghost marriage for them, the two would not be able to become husband and wife.

It seems that someone is helping Jiang Jun behind his back, partnering with the dead ghost to harm others.

"Ah? Oh oh..."

The dazed Zhou Yizi came back to her senses, just about to ask her if she knew the address of Jiang's family, remembering her ability, she silently swallowed this sentence.

Yan Zhixu closed his eyes and muttered something in his mouth, "Looking for the root of the dead with the soul of the dead as a guide! Dharma door, open!"

A magical door appeared in the air. After the two passed through, they appeared in an antique building in the blink of an eye. The door was full of newly transplanted locust trees.

Walking into the house, a middle-aged couple was busy preparing dinner.

Incense was offered on the table in the living room, three-pillar incense was lit in the cauldron, and the house was filled with smoke.

There is also a picture of Jiang Jun's birthday with eight characters, and next to it is a photo of Zhou Yizi, with eight characters.

The whole house was decorated in red, and the word "Hi" was pasted on the walls, making it more and more permeable.

"It's quite complete."

Yan Zhixu looked around and made a serious comment.

"This is too..."

Zhou Yizi shivered, thinking for a while and couldn't come up with a suitable adjective, these things have completely refreshed her three views.

"Son, it's time to eat."

Mother Jiang prepared the food and brought it to the table, picked up Jiang Jun's photo, wiped it gently, and dropped a kiss on the photo.