Quick Transmigration System: Male God, Come Here

  Chapter 1671 The spirit behind the little celestial master (14)

  Bai Weiwei left his lips and found that they were standing on the street, and the dilapidated teaching building was not far away.

   It looks like an ordinary, unpopular dilapidated building.

  Bai Weiwei held his hand tightly, and said softly, "Follow me closely, there are many roads here, and you will get lost."

  Yu Moqian felt the heat of the sun.

   And the boiling vitality in her body.

  The streets after a hundred years will be different from before, at least there will be more people.

   But there are more demons and ghosts.

  People's desires are full of desires, and there is a miasma everywhere.

  Yu Moqian glanced at the people who passed by, many of them were haunted by black air.

   These are the people who will be unlucky in the near future.

   is also Li Gui's favorite haunt.

  The purer and purer the human soul, the more ghosts will circle around it.

  Bai Weiwei has a special constitution, and her yang energy is full, unless it is a special place.

   Otherwise, it would not be easy to see ghosts on weekdays.

  He floated and followed her forward.

  Bai Weiwei suddenly thought of something, rushed to a store and bought a black umbrella.

   Then shade him from the sun.

  Yu Moqian looked at the black umbrella, and saw Bai Weiwei's pure almond eyes staring straight at him.

   At first I was so afraid of him, but now I am slowly getting used to it.

  He smiled: "You take me out, I will fulfill my promise, and take you to propose marriage."

  Bai Weiwei: Marriage proposal—marriage—become Yu Moqian’s substitute—repressed instead of him—get along with a bunch of ghosts hahaha.

   She refuses.

  Of course she couldn't refuse clearly, she could only tentatively say: "Nowadays people have to fall in love first, and wait until they get to know each other well and feel that the time has come before they can propose marriage."

  Yu Moqian also teased her.

   After all, people and ghosts go their own way.

  Even if he was a former ghost catcher, he is just an ominous ghost wandering in this world at this moment.

  If you really go to the Emperor's Daomen to propose marriage, it is not certain whether the Emperor's Daomen can destroy him.

  But it is certain that the little celestial master will be cleared.

  He stretched out his hand and touched the handle of the umbrella, a warm temperature emerged from his fingertips.

   It is the yang energy coming from her hand holding the umbrella.

  He was finally sure that the yang energy on her covered his ghost energy.

   and concealed it from the underworld, and brought him into the underworld.

  This kind of belt comes out, and it even really resembles a human belt.

  Because of the things she touched, as long as the yang energy still remained, he could touch them.

  So just by her side, he can come out of that place that suppresses him and wander around.

  Yu Moqian looked down at her, under the disheveled bangs, a pair of dark and dull eyes showed a hint of a smile.

   It's really rare, with the same physique as him.

   Even purer talent than him.

  He suddenly said softly: "There are ghosts."

  Bai Weiwei was startled, and hurriedly looked around in fear, "Where, where?"

  In broad daylight, ghosts are so arrogant that they come out and wander around?

  Yu Moqian tapped the back of her hand with his nearly transparent fingertips, and then pointed to a tall building ahead.

  Bai Weiwei followed him and looked up.

   found that the front is a tall building of radio and television stations.

   At the highest point of the dozens of-storey building, on the edge of the dangerous balcony, a white figure stood upright.

  Bai Weiwei's eyes are not near-sighted, so she can clearly see that figure standing in the air.

  Her long hair covered her entire face, and she was wearing a blood-stained white dress, dripping with blood.

  Suddenly, she seemed to have noticed Bai Weiwei's gaze, a gust of cold wind blew by, the black hair on her face fluttered, and a pair of resentful eyes fixedly stared at Bai Weiwei.

  Bai Weiwei: "..."

  (end of this chapter)