Chapter 20: Heart-wrenching, do ghosts not need human rights?

Chenxiang put Tang An down and also turned to look at Nezha.

He knew very well how many nights Nezha had spent by Tang An's side, so he very consciously took the female ghost to the other side, not wanting to be a lightbulb.

Nezha walked toward Tang An step by step; the wind blew and the trees moved, causing many leaves to fall.

In the middle of summer, where did the fallen leaves come from?

Of course, they were plucked by Chenxiang using magic!

Usually at times like this, shouldn't there be a full sense of atmosphere in TV dramas?

"Awake?"

Nezha looked at the person in front of him, familiar eyes, with a slight smile.

Tang An nodded, "My brief recovery of memory this time was just an instinctive self-protection reaction when my body was in danger."

"It is estimated that it will have to be dormant for another half a year; perhaps I won't be able to completely remember everything until the day I become an adult."

Nezha nodded and just looked at her quietly.

"What's wrong? Have I become even better looking?" Tang An teased him on purpose.

"Do you want to wake up?" Nezha asked this out of the blue.

Tang An shrugged, "Whether I wake up or not, it's still me; it's just two reactions of missing memory and not missing memory. There's no such thing as wanting or not wanting to wake up."

Nezha walked close to Tang An, standing almost pressed against her.

"Does it still hurt?"

"What?"

"If you wake up and recover all your memories, will the pain in your heart decrease?"

Tang An smiled lightly, "Pass through every barrier, everything is already in the past, so why should I be stuck in the past."

"Haven't you heard a saying? An unhappy childhood takes a lifetime to heal. But a happy childhood can heal a lifetime."

"Don't worry, whether I wake up or not, I won't be sad anymore."

"Hmm." Nezha still looked at Tang An infatuatedly, staring at her lips moving as she spoke.

"Hiss~" Tang An took a step back, "Young man, your thoughts are very dangerous."

"How dangerous?" Nezha chased a step forward.

Tang An took another step back and pointed at Nezha: "I, I, I... I am your master."

Nezha followed closely and chased another step, and reached out to restrain Tang An's waist.

He leaned down and pressed forward, and Tang An bent her waist backward.

Oh my god! Thank goodness she was young and had a good waist, otherwise her old waist would have broken!

"Master?" Nezha raised his eyebrows, his eyes full of unconcealable aggression. "Don't you know that in many TV dramas and novels, 'Master' is a very dangerous profession?"

Tang An's mouth opened slightly, and she blinked her eyes looking at the handsome face magnified in front of her, inexplicably feeling her face heat up.

"Is, is that so?" Her voice was trembling slightly.

Nezha deliberately leaned close to Tang An's ear, with a bewitching voice, and softly called out, "Mas, ter."

Oh my god, oh my god!

Tang An pushed Nezha away, turned around and covered her face, then covered her heart; she felt like a little deer was about to die inside, and her face was so hot she could fry an egg.

No, who did he learn this from? Who exactly did he learn this set of tricks from!

A dignified God of Slaughter actually learned seductive means?

Nezha wrapped his arms around Tang An's waist from behind, "Master, what are you hiding from?"

"Ah!!!"

Since when did the title of "Master" become so... so...

"You, don't come over here."

Tang An quickly broke free from Nezha's restraint, "I, I, I, I..."

"Ptoo!" Tang An patted her own mouth, "Let's talk about business first."

"Oh?" Nezha looked at Tang An with a half-smile, "Does Master feel that me calling you Master is not serious?"

"..."

Tang An took a deep breath, "Don't you know whether you are calling it seriously or not?"

"I..."

Tang An manually muted Nezha, "Alright, that's enough, if you keep flirting, it'll get greasy."

She raised her hand and cast an Immobilization Spell on Nezha, not letting him flirt randomly or blindly.

"And you, it's been a long time, your front teeth are about to catch a cold, roll over here." Tang An was naturally talking about Chenxiang.

Chenxiang threw away the melon seeds in his hand, looking innocent and kind, and came over happily.

"Godmother, I'm here, Godmother, tell me."

Tang An reached out and grabbed Chenxiang's ear, "Not bad, little Chenxiang, daring to secretly tear down the umbrella to retaliate while I hadn't recovered my memory?"

Chenxiang's smile disappeared in a second, and then instantly turned into a dog-like smile.

"Hehehehe..."

"Godmother, that must be you remembering wrong, there's no such thing."

"Oh, is that so?"

Chenxiang swallowed nervously, "Right! Yes! It must be."

Tang An hugged Chenxiang's shoulder, and a 1.83-meter tall guy bent his body lower and lower.

"Good, son."

"Hehehehehehe..." Chenxiang was sweating profusely, "It's mainly because my Godmother is good; I am a good child cultivated by my Godmother."

Tang An told him to stand straight and tidied up his school uniform.

"Good son, Godmother doesn't have time to deal with you this time."

"But you'd better pray that you are obedient and sensible for this half a year and don't cause trouble. And when I recover my memory, give me a big surprise."

"Otherwise. Hehe..."

Chenxiang knelt down directly, "Godmother, I was wrong..."

He was having a blast playing, but he didn't expect that after a few years, retribution was waiting here.

"And Guanyin, Guanyin is even more ruthless than me; she tears it openly."

Mentioning Guanyin, Tang An's smile was clearly more playful.

"Can't run, none of you can run."

"Ah?" Chenxiang sat on the ground, three big words pressed on his head. "Done! For! It!"

"Alright, I'll take this female ghost back as a laborer. Leave the matter to you to investigate, find out who found a female ghost behind the scenes to wade into the water."

"After you find out, you don't need to tell me, just deal with it directly."

This little matter was no longer enough for Tang An to take to heart.

Chenxiang kept hammering Tang An's back and kneading her shoulders, fawning over her.

"Godmother, don't worry, I guarantee I'll find out tomorrow and vent your anger for you."

Tang An tapped his brow. "Little Chenxiang, Godmother is looking forward to seeing you next time."

"Hehehehehehe..."

Chenxiang's laugh was uglier than crying.

Tang An teleported away and only released Nezha's Immobilization Spell after returning to the dormitory.

Then she found a Peacock Feather Fan she had used before from the Wealth Gathering Ring and handed it to the female ghost.

"Do, do what?"

What grade of magic treasure is this in front of her? If she touches it, her soul will be scattered, okay?

"Oh, forgot, forgot you are too weak."

??????

Do you have to insult a ghost like that?

Tang An found another ordinary fan and handed it to the female ghost, "I can spare your life, but from today on, you are responsible for being a mobile air conditioner for me."

"Don't worry, I will use magic to protect you, so the scorching sun won't hurt you at all."

"But if your work as a mobile air conditioner is not up to par, the consequences will be another matter."

The female ghost nodded obediently, picked up the fan, and started fanning "clatter clatter."

Tang An lay back on the upper bunk contentedly and continued to sleep.

Early the next morning.

"Achoo!"

"Achoo!"

"Ah..."

Tang An sneezed several times in a row and took a tissue to blow her nose; it was all clear snot.

"The newly installed air conditioner is really easy to use, it blew me into a cold."

"No, I have to call my mom in a while and ask her to send a thicker quilt."

Tang An muttered to herself with a heavy nasal voice, but when she got out of bed, she almost fell down directly.

"Ah~"

"My waist, my legs, ah, my heart..."

"No, what exactly did I do last night? Did I dream of boxing all night? And had tachycardia?" ===== CHAPTER 21 =====