"So what if I was the one who killed you?" Luo Qingchen sneered and said, "You couldn't kill me when you were a human, let alone an ugly ghost now."
"咻咻咻-" At this moment, the entire Yizhuang began to shake violently.
Luo Qingchen's purpose was to anger Feng Ling'er, and she succeeded.
Waves of green smoke filled the surroundings, and a withered hand stretched out from the coffin.
Luo Qingchen squinted her eyes, not feeling scared at all, just a little nauseous.
"It's natural for evil spirits to kill people—"
As soon as Feng Ling'er finished speaking, Luo Qingchen felt a sense of oppression.
She was extremely fast and stretched out her dark hand to take her life.
Luo Qingchen stood on the same spot, not moving at all.
She was waiting, waiting with danger for the boy to appear.
Until the moment Feng Ling'er rushed in front of her.
She felt her body light up and fell into a warm embrace.
Ding—the favorability is increased by ten, and the task completion rate is 60%.
How long... I haven't hugged her.
In fact, he missed her hug, her breath, and her clear water eyes more than anyone else!
But as a destiny master, sometimes he can't do whatever he wants.
Just because he knew too much, he was no longer qualified to be near her.
But what he didn't expect was... that she would come to such a dangerous place alone late at night.
Didn't she already guess that Feng Ling'er had turned into a ghost
Why, why come again.
Luo Qingchen did not look back, but the familiar embrace made her know that the person protecting her must be Mo Ye.
"It seems that my desperate risk paid off!" Luo Qingchen pursed her lips proudly, turned her eyes and said, "You still showed up."
"What are you doing stupidly?" He frowned, his back felt cold, and he said in a reproachful tone: "It's very dangerous, you know!"
He never thought she would put herself in such danger by letting him show up...
"Mo Ye, Mo Ye, Mo Ye..." Feng Ling'er heard his voice, and her original ethereal and sharp voice became soft.
Although it still sounded uncomfortable, I could feel that she was shouting these two words with all her emotions.
"It's me—" But Mo Ye's voice was very cold.
Even colder than this Yi Zhuang full of ghosts.
"Why did you save her? Look at me... what I have become..." Feng Ling'er raised her hand and touched her face, then she gritted her teeth and said, "Everything has changed." It's her, it's her who deserves to die. Mo Ye, avenge me, avenge me—"
Feng Ling'er was very excited, and the temperature in the entire Yi Village had dropped to below zero.
Luo Qingchen frowned and was ready to fight at any time.
"What reason does she have to kill you?" Mo Ye said with cold eyes, "There is no deep hatred between her and you."
"How could it not be—" Feng Ling'er roared: "She is jealous of me! Jealous that you treat me well, jealous that you make me wine, jealous that you love me but not her! Mo Ye, don't be deceived by her."
"She never had to be jealous that I brewed wine for you." Mo Ye looked at Feng Ling'er coldly and said, "Because it's not ordinary wine at all."
"What?" Feng Ling'er was stunned for a moment, her eyes falling down with a hint of fear.
The next second, Mo Ye said without any emotion: "Because it was poisoned wine. She was not the one who killed you, but me." (To be continued)