Pick up a corpse to be reborn: Miss Ghost

Chapter 457 He Bo is married to God, have you considered whether He Bo wants it or not?

"He Bo's marriage and so on are all lies! Where are there so many He Bos? Are you too superstitious here? Alas, the life of a young girl like you was wasted in vain. Superstition has ruined your life."

Staring at Xinru's corpse with fixed eyebrows, he let out a long sigh.

"Who said there is no He Bo?"

Wearing a parasol, Su Xingzhi, who had just walked over from the other side of the river bed, heard Ning Mei's words, and immediately asked back with a half-smile.

Ning Mei let out an "uh", thought for a while and then said weakly: "Well, when we were in middle school, we learned an article "He Bo Marries", in which Ximen Leopard exposed such a deception."

"Who is Ximen Bao? A relative of Shen Gongbao?"

Huahu Fox interjected, she still knows Shen Gongbao.

He frowned and drew a black line: "Uh, there is a human official in the history of country Z."

The flower fox immediately pouted when he heard the words: "What, it turned out to be just a small human being. Then how can he conclude that there is no He Bo?"

Unexpectedly, even Yan Chixia, an authentic human being, nodded in agreement this time: "Yes, besides you can stand here, why can't there be Hebo?"

"..."

Ning Mei was refuted by them and had nothing to say, so she threw herself into Atletico Ma's arms angrily and begged for comfort.

"But then again, why are human beings always so self-righteous? When encountering floods or droughts, they think it's Hebo who wants to beg for a wife?
Did they consider He Bo's feelings when they did this?He gave it to He Bo all at once, and it was still a question of whether He Bo wanted it or not. "

The flower fox gets angry when he says this, and human beings just look at the sky and eat. When encountering natural disasters and man-made disasters, they just blame others and blame others there, always wanting to take their own faults out, and those spirits will bear the brunt of it.

"However, isn't that why human beings are interesting? Without their wishful thinking and self-righteousness, those gods and monsters would not be able to get so much money."

As Su Xingzhi said, he put away the parasol in his hand, and then used the tip of the umbrella to draw a pattern similar to a magic circle on the ground.

"My lord, what is this doing?"

If Ningmei remembers correctly, shouldn't they be an oriental fantasy story now?What kind of magic circle did you draw, my lord?
(End of this chapter)