After asking, the mirror rippling, rippling... His figure appeared in the mirror, and behind him, there was still a person standing.
Yu Sanqian thought at first that it was Gu Jing's prophecy.
But prophecy takes a while, not so fast.
When Yu Sanqian responded, his chest was cold, a peach wood sword pierced through his chest, and blood spurted out.
Yu Moqian stood quietly behind him, the peach wood sword in his hand, the spikes on the sword were as red as blood.
When he came in just now, he saw his peach wood sword placed on the wall. When he raised his hand, the peach wood sword automatically returned to his palm.
When Yu Sanqian opened the ancient mirror.
Yu Moqian came silently behind him, beating people down and nagging a bunch of your damn nonsense.
Yu Moqian didn't like this, he saw Yu Sanqian stab him to death.
Yu Sanqian stretched out his hand, wanting to take his own weapon.
Yu Moqian moved his fingers, and the man's body under his feet changed.
A terrifying black qi appeared on Yu Sanqian's body, bound within his body, and the ghosts that kept his body active tore at his flesh and blood.
Yu Moqian looked down at him coldly, and moved his fingers again.
Yu Sanqian finally saw what Yu Moqian's fingers had.
it's hair...
Yu Sanqian vomited blood and looked down, and saw the long hair sewn in his body, which was torn out by Yu Moqian.
Haunted by wronged souls, Ling Chi was torn apart before he died.
And Yu Moqian didn't even give him any chance to beg for mercy, he sealed his mouth, and just watched him die tragically.
Yu Sanqian's body turned into a tattered mass and began to disappear.
A century-old body can't stand such torment.
Yu Moqian took out the talisman paper with no expression on his face, and after throwing it away, the little ghost appeared and carried away the remaining corpses.
Since then, there will be no Yu Sanqian in this world.
There is no enemy who threatens Bai Weiwei.
Yu Moqian breathed a sigh of relief and looked up casually, only to see Gu Jing restarting.
Yu Sanqian died, and the ancient mirror was closed again.
But it may be that he sensed the existence of Yu Moqian and restarted.
Yu Moqian knew what this thing was for, he had used it, but the ancient mirror of complex prophecy was useless at all.
He was too lazy to use it.
The pattern of water waves appeared in the mirror, and the folds of the water pattern began to calm down, and then a strange picture appeared.
A cold cage, placed in a gorgeous and comfortable room.
A teenage girl curled up in a cage, her hands around her knees and her head bowed quietly.
Yu Moqian could see clearly at a glance that it was Bai Weiwei.
She seemed to be asleep, her sleeping face was cute and quiet, she seemed to sense that someone was looking at her, her thick eyelashes flicked and slowly opened.
Yu Moqian knew that Gu Jing had the ability to evoke the evil thoughts that people desire most.
He was going to take a few steps back, not looking in the mirror.
Make the mirror effect useless.
But when Bai Weiwei opened his eyes, he lost all the power to escape.
Her eyes were neither innocent nor sly.
Instead, it is lazy and blurred, with a captivating brilliance.
She tilted her head, stretched out her fingers, and gently placed it on her lips, but she didn't look pretty.
But hook people.
Yu Moqian knew that he had evil thoughts and attachments, but he didn't know that he was so filthy.
He breathed heavily, but saw her standing in the cage, looking down at his body, and then she slowly took off her clothes.
Yu Moqian took a step back, his pupils trembled, he looked down at the ground and did not dare to look up.
But his eyes were a scarlet color.