Chapter 1664 The Spirit Behind the Little Celestial Master (7)

The female ghost has been running along her back all the time.

Bai Weiwei's mind went blank, and she remembered her yellow talisman, and then she took out a yellow talisman to stick on the female ghost's face.

I don't know where the scream came from.

Startled Bai Weiwei, the yellow talisman actually stuck to her hair, but not to the ghost's face.

Hair suddenly burned.

A violent force appeared in the yellow talisman, burning a yellow flame.

The female ghost screamed terribly, she couldn't bear to live, her pale face was bleeding from all the orifices.

Bai Weiwei's foot trembled, and she fell down the stairs.

She hit the wall of the stairwell, feeling dizzy.

"Are you OK."

A nice low voice sounded.

Bai Weiwei pursed her lips, "No, it's fine."

After finishing speaking, she raised her head belatedly, but saw a pair of feet wearing black cloth shoes, and the cloth shoes were floating five centimeters above the ground.

Then she looked up and saw Yu Moqian's handsome face.

He casually fiddled with the pen with his fingers, not wearing his school uniform again.

Instead, restore it to its original state.

He was wearing a dark blue men's gown, with a beautiful Hetian jade pendant hanging around his waist.

The long black hair was braided and fell behind his head, following his floating body, and flicking it from time to time.

The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and his dark, dull eyes carried a deadly delicacy.

If it wasn't for his feet off the ground.

Bai Weiwei would feel that the young man in front of her was good-looking and full of aura.

It seems to have come out of the paintings of the Republic of China.

Bai Weiwei tried to hypnotize herself, this is the target of the attack, the target of the attack.

I ran away now, but I still have to come back later.

So Bai Weiwei stretched out her trembling hand, and gently grabbed his trousers.

Then she raised her eyes, and there was a sincere plea in her watery eyes.

"You, can you save me?"

The girl's voice, as clear as spring water, seemed a bit out of place in this dirty place.

The power of the yellow talisman is limited.

After the female ghost's hair was burned, the flame disappeared.

The corridor returned to the darkness, the looming moonlight.

There was a strange sense of solidification on the boy's expression.

With a calm voice, he said in a provocative tone, "Oh, let me save you?"

The ghost head jumped down from the stairs.

The whites of her eyes were all bloodshot, as if soaked in blood.

She was provoked by Bai Weiwei, full of resentful anger, "I want you to die, I want you to die."

Bai Weiwei was frightened, and immediately stretched out her hands to tightly hug those floating feet.

Both are ghosts.

Choose a good-looking hugging thigh.

Death also dies in the hands of good-looking ghosts.

After Bai Weiwei hugged his legs, she felt shivering, it was frighteningly cold.

But Yu Moqian tilted his head strangely when she rushed over and hugged his legs, as if he was very puzzled.

The remaining hair of the female ghost was like spikes, piercing through the handrail of the stairs, and piercing directly to Bai Weiwei's head.

Bai Weiwei watched in horror as the long hair came attacking her. She was so frightened that she immediately closed her eyes, tightly hugging Yu Moqian's leg, rubbing her face against his dark blue robe.

Yu Moqian looked down at her like a poor little animal, trembling with fright.

With a calm face, he stretched out his fingertips to lightly touch her hair.

The female ghost's hair had already attacked, but the boy calmly raised his hand and grabbed the long hair.

Severe pain appeared on the female ghost's face.