Chapter 1708 The Spirit Behind the Little Celestial Master (55)

Yu Moqian felt that his self-cultivation was still very good, otherwise he wouldn't be able to get along with so many ghosts for so long, and he wasn't crazy yet.

But for the first time, he felt a ghostly energy welling up in his body, and a wave of anxiety pulled him, making him feel bad.

He glanced at those little fresh meats, no matter how ugly they looked.

Bai Weiwei pointed to the prettiest one and said to him: "Look at this beautiful short hair, beautiful eyes and bridge of nose."

Yu Moqian felt that her aesthetics might have been impacted.

He was aggrieved for a long time before he said, "It's not pretty."

Bai Weiwei pointed at another one, "What about this one?"

Yu Moqian's tone turned bad, "Ugly, neither male nor female."

Bai Weiwei frowned, "Then this one?"

Yu Moqian sat cross-legged in the air, turned around suddenly, and began to draw the body without talking to Bai Weiwei.

He is angry.

I don't even know what I'm angry about.

It must be because she feels that her aesthetics is not good, so what kind of man did she choose.

Each one is uglier than a ghost.

How can a man look so tender, so white, and so sissy.

Yu Moqian was painting his own body, and as he was painting, he suddenly felt that he was also very tender, very white, and very sissy.

He died at a young age, especially young.

All the symbols of male maturity are fixed in age before they appear.

Even though he was tall, he was not as strong as a grown man.

Instead, it is more slender and thin.

Not to mention the waist-length hair.

Yu Moqian was painting and painting, wanting to make himself more mature.

But it doesn't look like me when I'm mature.

When she thought of Bai Weiwei looking at his face, she was thinking of other men.

He suffocated a bad breath in his empty chest.

In the end, he wiped off his long hair and drew short hair like a little fresh meat.

This is not so girly at all.

Yu Moqian was like a puffed-up frog, wanting to modify it but unwilling.

Suddenly a pair of hands stretched out from behind his shoulders, and a warm body pressed against his back.

Bai Weiwei deliberately chose the tip of his ear to breathe out, "The painting is so beautiful, where is the handsome guy from, this is it."

Yu Moqian almost fell from midair to the ground.

The eyes are going to be crooked.

He was bored for a while before he said, "Okay."

After finishing the painting, Yu Moqian's eyes froze, his index finger and ring finger merged, and a cold blue light appeared.

into the drawn body.

This is ghost energy, which can strengthen the effect of ink.

It will not melt when exposed to water or fire.

Yu Moqian noticed that Bai Weiwei was still holding on and didn't let go.

He lowered his eyes and didn't say a word, letting her pick her up.

The empty chest, those grievances gradually disappeared, and instead a soft sweetness surged up.

The silk penetrates to the bone, and the teeth are greasy.

[Ding, the male lead has fifty favorability points. 】

One person, one ghost, is still a weird and warm way of getting along.

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On the day when Huangdaomen announces the successor, besides the family members, there are also some people in the circle to attend.

Master Shu, the head of Tiandaomen, also came.

Because this time the Huangdaomen not only announced the heir, but the treasure of the Huangdaomen's town gate, the ghost and gossip map, will also be shown to the people of the same way.

Huangdao Sect and Tiandao Sect are regarded as this kind of sect, which has been passed down for hundreds of years and has not been dispersed until now.

Even if the road number of Huangdaomen is a bit cheap.

There are also many people who cheat and deceive.

But there are still some things left by the ancestors.

Of course it can't be compared with Tiandaomen.