Chapter 1689 The Spirit Behind the Little Celestial Master (32)

The bodies of eight people.

No, it is ten.

Including the female ghost and the proprietress of this hotel.

This is a ghost hotel.

Yu Moqian came to the door with Bai Weiwei on his back, and the female ghost in the corridor rolled around in the golden net with a hideous face.

Bai Weiwei shrank back when she saw the ghost.

She buried her head in his back and said cautiously, "Brother Yu, don't you want to send this ghost away?"

Yu Moqian said: "She has committed a lot of crimes, she doesn't need to be saved, just destroy her on the spot."

Then he put Bai Weiwei down, and put the mahogany sword in her hand.

"Kill her."

Bai Weiwei: "..."

Seeing her dumbfounded look, Yu Moqian finally couldn't help pinching her face with his hands, and said loudly, "Why are you so cowardly, you're just a brat, just a bunch of obsessions, go hack her to death."

Bai Weiwei: "I'm afraid..."

Yu Moqian raised his eyebrows, "There is nothing to be afraid of, this golden net is still formed by your yang energy."

Bai Weiwei hesitated, "Why don't I give you a little more yang energy, so you can kill me."

Yu Moqian was speechless, and fell into this virtue.

What can he say?

Bai Weiwei hugged the sword, seeing that ghost seemed to be crawling over again, she couldn't help but take a few steps back.

Then she heard Yu Moqian sigh faintly.

"I have never taught such a timid student."

After finishing speaking, Yu Moqian reached out and patted her on the head.

Bai Weiwei frowned and raised her head, a cold lip was already pressed against her soft lips.

She froze for a moment, her eyelashes trembled, and they swept over Yu Moqian's close eyelids.

Her breathing was messy by herself, she only felt her lips were cold, but she didn't dare to move.

Yu Moqian closed his eyes and kissed for a while, then backed away and opened his eyes, then turned his head and said coldly, "By Yang Qi."

Bai Weiwei: "..."

Although I know that Yu Moqian's personality is unlikely to take advantage of her.

But this gesture of borrowing yang energy is too ambiguous.

Bai Weiwei saw that his body was tense and his back was facing her.

She couldn't help asking, "Do you want to borrow some more?"

Yu Moqian coughed lightly, then covered his lips with his hand, and said in a muffled voice, "No need."

After finishing speaking, Yu Mo moved to the front of the golden net.

The female ghost seemed to know that she was going to die.

She immediately pulled her face tightly with both hands, and there were bloody and indistinct traces.

"I haven't found him, I haven't found the heartbreaker, so I can't leave."

Yu Moqian: "You don't need to leave, just disappear right away."

After speaking, he stretched out his hand to grab the net, and when he pulled it, the female ghost in the net began to shatter.

A shrill voice sounded.

"Why stop me, why?"

Yu Moqian turned his back to Bai Weiwei, his eyes were full of bewitching mist, showing a hint of darkness to the extreme coldness.

A strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"When you die, you should disappear, instead of clinging to the world. It is a foreign object that does not belong to this world, so it should be cut off and destroyed."

His voice was terribly cold.

The strength of the fingers also pulled the net cruelly and slowly.

The net turned into a sharp blade, bit by bit lingering the female ghost's soul.

In the end, the female ghost roared resentfully and disappeared in the quiet and dilapidated corridor.

The golden net also disappeared.

Bai Weiwei held the mahogany sword in her arms, and saw him squatting on the ground without moving.

Isn't the ghost killed?

What is he still looking at?

A trace of vigilance flashed in Bai Weiwei's eyes, but thinking that the target of this attack was very gentle, she walked over boldly.

"Brother Yu?"