MTL - Priceless Baby: 101 Bedside Stories-Chapter 1366 Big and small are telling ghost stories

Chapter 1366, Da Shao, telling ghost stories

Didn't you always want children, don't you change your mind?

In the heart of the night, I thought about how long his body can support. In the past few days, there was a little low-grade fever. Although it was not obvious, he did not show it. It was his weak performance.

In case he is dead.

What about her and her children?

"I heard that people are dead, there are ghosts."

Shen Qianshu, "..."

Old feudal superstitious parents are coming again? First, you have to be a good fight, then you have to start a demon? Shen Qianshu looked at him with a fog and looked at him with great gestures.

The Night Mausoleum is a pure science school, an atheist.

Reluctantly a Catholic, or a pure believer, domestic reincarnation, retribution of this set, he never believed, listening to him talking about ghosts mixed with such Taoism, she is still very surprised.

"I saw a master when I was a child. He said that people are dead. There are ghosts. Some people are dead. They are obsessed too deeply. They refuse to jump to death. If they refuse to go back to the reincarnation, they will become ghosts in the world. He I can see my family, my loved ones, my beloved ones, and everything I have experienced. I heard a story from a master. There is a pair of men and women who are deeply in love. I am going to talk about marriage. The man died in a car accident. The woman is dead. Heartbroken, a few years later, I met another beloved person and married him. The man’s ghost looked at her and fell in love with another person, stepping into the hall, painfully, and finally turned into a ghost. The girlfriend and her groom were swallowed up on the wedding night."

Shen Qianshu, "..."

The first time she listened to her boyfriend's story, she even said a ghost story.

For the first time, she listened to his boyfriend's breath and said a long story, it turned out to be a creepy story.

My husband is telling a ghost story.

He is looking at me deeply.

What does he want me to say? Online, urgent!

She has to brush out the curtain in her mind. Don’t look at me like this, is it scary?

"Is this story alright?" asked the night mausoleum.

"Not good!" Shen Qianshu said, this story is a sick story. Men are dead. After a few years, a woman meets another lover. It is a normal thing. After all, life is so long, you can’t get married. You have swallowed up people.

This is a horror story.

“Where is it?” Shen Qianshu couldn’t understand his thoughts at the moment, and he didn’t even think about the death of Lingling. She said, “There will be very few people who only talk about love once. Big data shows that most men and women have a lifetime. I have talked about three or more romances, I fell in love with a child when I fell in love with someone when I fell in love with a young person, and the meaning is different. Love is blessing, perfection, not possession, others are dead, It’s normal for a girlfriend to fall in love with someone else and marry someone else."

"His feelings are too extreme, of course, I think..." If the night tomb is dead, will she fall in love with others? Shen Qianshu thought, this is seven or eight years. When she was young, she was a man who fell in love with her. After a few years, she still felt his heart. In this life, she is afraid that she will not fall in love with others.

"Sir, why are you telling ghost stories?"

"This is not a ghost story."

This is obviously a ghost story.

Yuling said, "The man is also very hurt. He becomes a soul. Every day he follows the beloved, gives up the opportunity of reincarnation, just wants to accompany his favorite person. He would rather suffer the pain of tearing every day, not willing. Jumping the ghost door is for the person he loves, but she betrayed him. What is wrong with him?"

Shen Qianshu, "...What are you talking about?"

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Little Fairy: Isn't this a ghost story? I have a lot of books, don't lie to me.

Night Mausoleum: I read more.

Little fairy:...

On the tragedy of brain waves not at a frequency.

The girls will come back to the next chapter after an hour, I will have a meal!

(End of this chapter)