"Hahaha, I think it's a lonely ghost, it's just a wild dog jumping off the wall," the girl lowered her eyes slightly, her red color was covered into a strange red line, and Wei Chaoying's angry laughter from behind her made her pick the corners of her lips.

"You let go of Princess Miyue, otherwise, we will ......" The voice of the Taixue disciple stopped abruptly, because the person who was a few steps away in front of him finally moved, Princess Miyue seemed to be injected with a spell, screaming wildly, and the terrible and painful voice made people's hairs tremble, but from their perspective, the princess was nothing unusual except for being tied to her wrist.

"You...... What happened to the princess? Let go! ”

The girl with her back to her was ragged, and there was a circle of blood under her feet, not only did she not answer, but laughed gloomily, a sharp feeling that made people goosebumps, as if cutting the souls of the people present, the closest disciple through the silhouette cast on the wall, roughly distinguished, and suddenly shook off the touch of the person next to her like crazy:

"Hell! Ghosts! ”

Yan Jiuqi felt the sharp pain from the depths of her soul, she stretched out her hand, ignoring the resistance of the girl in front of her, and attached Mi Yue's fair and smooth face, her eyes were already red, and she asked softly:

"You say, am I like a ghost now?"

Yan Jiuqi smiled softly, before she had the light on her back, her face was hidden in the dark by the light, and she couldn't see her expression clearly, but now she was getting up, a large wound burned by the flames, covering half of her face, except for the part mixed with blood, Mi Yue's body trembled, and she only saw those terrifying eyes.

The red eyes are demonic, and the eyes are terrifying, making her whole person like Shura, which is very terrifying.

Miyue's pupils contracted suddenly, and the next second she was choked by the girl's thin neck, she whimpered and shook her head, looking at the burned face of the person in front of her, as if the saliva in her mouth stuck to her lips and tongue, "Huh...... Miss Yanjiu......"

"Huh? Princess Miyue, are you still satisfied with your masterpiece? The smile on the corner of her lips did not change, as if she was unaware of the wound on her face, and looked at the tearful girl very honestly, Mi Yue only felt that the cold sweat behind her back was wet and dry, dry and wet.

The soul conversation between the two seemed to others to be nothing more than a turn.

Wei Chaoying saw that someone had been frightened away, his eyes glanced at Princess Miyue delicately, and he had a new plan in his heart, so he carried a golden spiritual technique behind him, took advantage of the lack of eyes behind the person in front of him, rushed forward a few steps, and in the blink of an eye, he arrived behind the person, and shouted:

"Let go of Miyue!"

A ball of light grabbed people's hearts, and Wei Chaoying's fortune condensed it into a short dagger, but in the blink of an eye, it pushed forward and stabbed the girl's filthy back.

"Ahh

Princess Miyue.

Before the corners of Wei Chaoying's mouth were raised, he was startled by the girl's face that suddenly covered in front of him, and he took several steps back, blocked by the disciples who were not far away.

Mi Yue looked at the dagger in her heart in disbelief, her face was distorted, a burst of spiritual light dissipated, her lively eyes instantly lost their brilliance, and she only stared at Wei Chaoying.

Wei ...... Wei Chaoying...... Kill ...... Princess Miyue ......"