Chapter 1702 The Spirit Behind the Little Celestial Master (47)

Bai Weiwei glanced at the red Ferrari, and this handsome and wealthy upstart.

Then she pointed to his hair, "It's too long."

This long hair is simply out of the mainstream.

Yu Moqian reached out and touched his long hair, "But I'm used to it."

His hair has always been so long, and he hasn't changed his hairstyle for a hundred years.

Bai Weiwei tried to reach out and touched the back of his hand, it was really hot.

Anyone can see that Yu Moqian is a human being.

The current ghost is so awesome.

But Yu Moqian looked down at her hand, and then he couldn't help holding it back, fingers intertwined with the same temperature.

He couldn't help pursing his lips and smiling.

Although this body was painted and could not last long, it gave him an illusion.

The distance between him and her has gone further.

Bai Weiwei reached out and tugged at his long hair, Yu Mo tilted his head and it fell off.

head off...

Yu Moqian immediately reached out to hold his head, put it back on, and with a click, it was intact again.

Bai Weiwei: "..."

Yu Moqian: "This is a body formed by borrowing pen and ink. The neck is very fragile, and it will break if you pull it."

Bai Weiwei froze for a long time before stammering, "You can use some better ink."

Yu Moqian rolled his eyes with a smile, "Well, okay, next time use some good ink."

Bai Weiwei: If you come a few more times, she will be scared to death.

Yu Moqian opened the car door, "I'll take you to the hotel."

After all, if the Fuze in his account is not used, it is also rotten there.

It was rare to have Bai Weiwei use it for him, and he felt very happy.

Bai Weiwei looked at this flamboyant red Ferrari, she hadn't ridden in a famous car for a long time.

She happily got into the car, and there was something wrong with this soft feeling...

But it's still a car.

Yu Moqian stood innocently outside the car door and looked at Bai Weiwei.

Bai Weiwei was touching her seat belt, "Why don't you drive?"

Yu Moqian was a little embarrassed and scratched his face with his fingers, then choked out, "I don't know how to drive."

Riding would be fine.

Vintage cars were also driven.

But this... really won't.

Bai Weiwei: "..."

Well, Old Antique, don't make things difficult for him.

Bai Weiwei rolled up her sleeves, "Let me drive, you come up."

Yu Moqian's smile suddenly brightened.

He got into the car immediately, and Bai Weiwei sat in the driver's seat and touched the steering wheel. She hadn't driven such an expensive car for a long time, and she enjoyed it a few times.

Yu Moqian was sitting, with big black eyes, because of the glossy paint, they were no different from ordinary people.

Even clearer and brighter.

Bai Weiwei drove the car out.

He smiled at her.

It seems to draw a car for her to play with, and he feels happy when she is happy,

Bai Weiwei drove the car, it was raining.

She didn't pay attention at first, after all, the car didn't have a convertible.

But she suddenly felt that the rain was splashing on her face, and her hair was hit by the rain.

Bai Weiwei was at a loss for a moment, wondering, did the rain splash in from the window?

She looked up to see the Ferrari melting away in the rain.

Bai Weiwei: "..."

Silent, more silent.

Then she found that the steering wheel in her hand was gone.

The brakes are gone, too, and so is the gas pedal.

She sat in the void, drenched in rain, and moved forward quickly.

Most of the car has melted away, and two of the wheels have disappeared.

Bai Weiwei felt that she was so close to death in a car accident.

And it will definitely become a headless koan after death.