Chapter 1639 The Spirit of the Little Heavenly Master (7)

The female ghost has been following her back and followed her.

Bai Weiwei’s brain was blank, and she remembered her own yellow charm, and then she took out a yellow note to be attached to the female ghost’s face.

I don't know where the screams came from.

Scared Bai Weiwei jumped, Huang Fu actually stuck to the hair, not attached to the ghost face.

The hair suddenly burned up.

Huang Fu appeared a violent force, burning a yellow flame.

The female ghost screamed violently, and she did not want to live. The pale face suddenly blew.

Bai Weiwei’s foot trembled and the whole person fell from the stairs.

She hit the wall of the stairwell and her head was a little dizzy.

"Are you OK."

A nice, low voice sounded.

Bai Weiwei licked her lips. "No, nothing."

After she finished, she later realized that she was looking up, but she saw a pair of feet, wearing black cloth shoes, and the shoes floated five centimeters from the ground.

Then she looked up and saw the face of Yu Junxiu.

He casually used his fingers to play with the pen and did not wear the student sportswear.

It is to restore the original look.

A blue gown with a beautiful waist and a beautiful Hetian jade.

The long black hair is braided into a scorpion and falls behind his head, followed by his floating body, and squats from time to time.

His mouth is slightly raised, black eyes have no bright eyes, with a kind of deadly exquisiteness.

If it is not his feet off the ground.

Bai Weiwei will feel the boy in front of him, good-looking and full of aura.

It seems to come out of the paintings of the Republic of China.

Bai Weiwei strives to hypnotize himself. This is the target of Raiders and the target of Raiders.

I ran now and I still have to come back later.

So Bai Weiwei stretched out his hand and gently grabbed his pants.

Then she looked up, and in the watery eyes, there was a sincere pleading.

"You, can you save me?"

The girl's voice, as clear as spring water, seems to be out of place in this dirty place.

The power of Huang Fu is limited.

After the female ghost was burned, the flame disappeared.

In the corridor, I returned to the darkness, in the looming moonlight.

Juvenile expression, some strange coagulation.

His voice was flat and he said in a tone of screaming ears: "Oh, let me save you?"

The female ghost jumped down the stairs.

Her eyes are all bloodshot, like blood.

She was stimulated by Bai Weiwei, full of resentment and anger. "I want you to die, you want to die."

Bai Weiwei was scared and immediately reached out and hugged the floating feet.

Both are ghosts.

Choose a thigh with a high face value.

Death also died in the hands of good-looking ghosts.

After Bai Weiwei hugged his legs, he felt a sigh, cold and scary.

However, when Yu Moqian rushed over and hugged his legs, he seemed strangely confused.

The remaining hair of the female ghost, such as a spike, passed through the stair railing and plunged directly onto the head of Bai Weiwei.

Bai Weiwei was shocked by the long hair attack. She was scared to close her eyes immediately, holding the legs of Yu Moqian, his face glaring at his blue shirt.

Yu Mo moved to look down at her like a poor little animal, scared and shivering.

His face was calm, and his fingertips were just about to touch her hairpin.

The female ghost's hair has been attacked, but the teenager calmly raised his hand and grabbed his long hair.

The ghost face of the female ghost appeared severe pain.

(End of this chapter)