Chapter 1748 The Spirit Behind the Little Celestial Master (97)

Bai Weiwei only felt that Yu Moqian's kiss had become normal again.

No sticky feeling.

She nodded, and when she closed her eyes, she said softly, "I'll wait for you here, come back early."

Yu Moqian's gentle expression froze for a moment, she knew she was going out?

Bai Weiwei pulled up the quilt, "I'm asleep."

She covered her face with the quilt, revealing a pair of black eyes, and a few strands of hair curled up, making her look cute and cute.

Yu Moqian nodded, "I will be back soon, don't leave this room."

Bai Weiwei yawned, "Understood, long-winded old man."

One hundred years old.

Too old to be old.

Yu Moqian was a little helpless, saying that it was really difficult for him to take over due to his age.

After all, the age difference is really big.

Yu Moqian raised his hand to open the ghost path and entered directly.

After a while, he seemed to think of something, leaned out from the door of the ghost way, and took out a large handful of Bana flowers.

"give you."

He put the flowers beside her pillow, and then went back with a blushing face.

The ghost door closed silently and disappeared into the room.

And the reminder of favorability also sounded.

[Ding, the hero's favorability is ninety. 】

Bai Weiwei looked at the Bana flower beside her ear, and finally said, "Tongzi, I'm so sweet."

The system chewed the maltose, its teeth stuck to the sugar, and it mumbled, "It's so sweet."

——

Yu Sanqian had a sullen face.

"Can't find it?"

Several disciples trembled and did not dare to speak.

Yu Sanqian got up, stood with his hands behind his back, and said with a sullen face: "Yu Moqian is dead, and Bai Weiwei must have no protection. How could the Yu family's ghost hunting technique fail?"

The body of pure yang is the best human being to find.

Because this kind of person's body is like a little sun in the eyes of ghosts.

You can see it wherever you hide.

But Bai Weiwei seemed to be suppressed by something, none of the rays of the little sun disappeared into the sea of ​​people, and she couldn't find it at all.

The disciple said: "It's true that we can't find it, Master Uncle. Our team even used divination, but a huge force made it impossible for us to continue."

All methods of finding people have been exhausted.

Bai Weiwei seemed to have an enchantment around her.

There was no trace of breath at all.

Yu Sanqian held back his breath and waved his hand, "Go down."

Now is not the time to punish them, the most important thing for him is to find Bai Weiwei.

So the more disciples the better.

The younger brother who thought he would be punished felt relieved and immediately resigned.

Seeing that everyone had retreated, Yu Sanqian picked up the cup on the table and smashed it on the ground.

Suffering day and night torn apart by unjust souls, she obviously found the best pure Yang body.

People are lost.

Yu Sanqian frowned, could it be... Yu Moqian is still there?

Impossible, he was lost before his eyes.

But Bai Weiwei's hiding method is really too advanced.

The more Yu Sanqian thought about it, the more afraid he became, and he immediately walked into the treasure house of Yu's family.

Various precious things are placed in the treasure house, and a bronze mirror as tall as a person appears.

The ancient mirror of prophecy.

This mirror serves two purposes.

One is to evoke the deepest greed in people's hearts, and the other is to prophesy.

The more powerful the person who opens it, the greater the effect of the ancient mirror.

Yu Sanqian's ability can only open the ancient mirror to prophesy for one minute.

And it's not necessarily accurate.

Fortunately, the ancient mirror can limit the problem, so he opened the ancient mirror seriously with a special technique, and then asked: "Bai Weiwei's whereabouts, Yu Moqian's life and death."