"Or before you try my fire?"

Fang Xiaoyue hurriedly waved her hand, no need, no need, hehe, I'll go, let's go. ”

After speaking, he left without looking back.

This coward.

Wen Yiren snorted softly and sat down on the single sofa next to the bed.

After a long time, Yang Meimei opened her eyes suddenly, her pupils looked hollow, and she stared at Wen Yiren without blinking.

Wen Yiren frowned slightly, "Meimei, are you awake?" ”

Yang Meimei was still staring at her, suddenly cracking her mouth, her smile was distorted, and she said in a sinister manner, "See you again." ”

“？？？”

Wen Yiren blinked, "Are you the male ghost?" ”

"Woman, you are a psychic, giggle, the spirit of a psychic must be more fragrant."

'Yangmeimei' sat up and licked her lips.

Wen Yiren looked at her very calmly.

Her movements were a little stiff, she crawled out of bed mechanically, and walked towards Wen Yiren with an extraordinarily twisted step, "Giggles, Sister Yiren, I'm Meimei, you can accompany me to find a good place!" ”

'Yangmeimei' stretched out her hand towards Wen Yiren and stood straight in front of Wen Yiren.

Her eyes looked terrifying, and her voice was also cool.

"Meimei, if you still want to live, use your willpower to drive that ugly male ghost out of me immediately!"

Wen Yiren was a little angry.

This male ghost is neurotic, and he wants to use Yang Meimei's identity to deceive her?

"Wen Yiren," Yang Meimei looked at Wen Yiren fiercely, twisted her neck, and smiled even more weirdly, "Do you want to save this woman named Yang Meimei, otherwise exchange your life, your soul is so fragrant!" ”

"You have a crush on my soul?"

'Yang Meimei' licked her lower lip, moved her arm, twisted her stiff neck again, and made a 'click' sound.

The voice was very harsh, and Rao was gentle and pleasant, and he couldn't help but stand up with his hairs standing up when he heard it.

"Well, give me your soul and give her back to you!"

'Yang Meimei' walked forward to Wen Yiren in one step, and reached out to pinch Wen Yiren's neck.

Wen Yiren's eyes suddenly cold, and he turned to the door.

I was about to open the door, but the door seemed to be integrated with the wall, and it couldn't be opened.

"You can't get out, no one but me can open that door."

"Really?"

Wen Yiren suddenly hooked her lips and smiled.

"It's worthy of being a psychic, you're quite bold, you're really not afraid of me at all?"

Wen Yiren sneered, "It's just a ghost, what's there to be afraid of." ”

"Giggles, it's so arrogant, come on, don't struggle, you give me your soul, your friend will be able to live, I will be one with your soul, I can continue to live forever ......"

"As a man, you are so interested in women's spirits, can't you marry a daughter-in-law during your lifetime?"

Wen Yiren suddenly spoke.

'Yang Meimei' was obviously stunned, "I had countless wives and concubines before my death, how could I not marry a daughter-in-law, giggles, but I haven't seen such a beautiful woman as you, come on, give me your soul, give it to me, and you can live forever." ”

Wen Yiren was very disgusted, "If I don't give it to you, I can live forever, now, immediately, leave Meimei's body, otherwise I will let your soul fly away immediately." ”

"It's so arrogant, are you Oriental women so arrogant?"

Wen Yiren was a little impatient, her body moved, and a dark blue flame floated in her palm, and she flew into Yangmeimei's body without warning.