"Tingting, don't worry, I will definitely protect you." Qiusheng, Wencai, Wu Qizhe, and Tingting in the courtyard all stood behind Uncle Jiu.

Wencai didn't come over, Tingting leaned on Wu Qizhe's right side, while Qiusheng was standing next to Tingting with a cheeky face, patting his chest and reassuring at the moment.

Tingting glanced at him and grabbed Wu Qizhe's arm.

That attachment look, there is an urge to make Qiusheng cry instantly.

Woo woo, how can you turn a blind eye to me.

Qiusheng looked at the two people in front of him with jealousy, and his eyes widened.

Wen Cai snickered beside him, he was completely dead to Tingting, so he didn't feel too much in his heart, so that his junior brother Qiusheng slammed into the muzzle of the gun and hit the wall, which seemed very interesting to him.

It feels really good to base your happiness on Qiusheng's pain and see Qiusheng return home like yourself.

Next to him, Wu Qizhe felt that Tingting's hand holding his arm was slightly tight, so he patted the other party's small hand, signaling that the other party did not need to be nervous.

A trace of nervousness flashed on Tingting's face, she knew that she was about to face her own grandfather, but the other party had already recognized her, and even wanted to kill her, thinking of these has been miserable.

Looking at Wu Qizhe's eyes, with a faint smile, her bright and crystalline eyes immediately became radiant, as long as Brother Wu was there, she believed that all difficulties would be solved.

It can be seen that Tingting at this moment is not only not afraid, but even slightly happy!

If it weren't for all these twists and turns, how could her relationship with Wu Qizhe grow by leaps and bounds in a short period of time!?

The night gradually began to get cooler.

I don't know how long later, in the courtyard, a gust of wind suddenly blew.

The cold breath, as if it could freeze the air, swept the entire courtyard in an instant, the glutinous rice that fell on the ground was blown away, and the branches and leaves of the trees fell to the ground from time to time.

Qiusheng and Wencai, who were standing on the side, shivered instantly.

"It's cold." Tingting subconsciously hugged Wu Qizhe's arm.

Wu Qizhe's gaze moved away from Tingting, which seemed a little wrong, not like a zombie.

"The wind is gusting, everyone be careful!" Uncle Nine also felt strange and reminded loudly.

On the side of the road, the low-pressing lawn, as if something was moving on it, was completely flattened.

Uncle Nine held the peachwood sword in one hand and Si Nan in the other, and stepped forward from behind the altar.

The cold wind was stronger than before, bringing a biting chill.

The red gossip division went south, the pointer was constantly shaking, pointing in all directions, and for a while it seemed that he didn't find the right route, and Uncle Nine moved forward step by step, coming to the middle of the courtyard.

Wu Qizhe, who was standing at the door, felt more and more cold.

Wrong!

Wu Qizhe pulled out his arm, pushed Tingting to the side, dodged sideways, and instantly got out of place.

Syllable!

A robbing wind swept through the space and hit the wooden window behind him, making a crisp tearing sound.

Flying sawdust broke a large gap in the wooden window.

The rotating hands were fixed in the direction facing the cracks in the wooden window. Uncle Nine rushed over, and the wooden sword in his hand passed through Qiusheng and slapped into the air at once.

"Ahh

There was a scream, accompanied by the sound of the peachwood sword touching the real thing, and a blue figure appeared in front of everyone for the first time.

One, woman?

Or more accurately, a female ghost!

Mature and charming face, big eyes, slightly upturned nose, slightly rounded chin, very white, more than ordinary women's whiteness, a little similar to the sickly pale, but there is a sad and mournful beauty.

The loose clothes make it impossible to see the figure wrapped in it, but just looking at the face, I feel very tempting.

Unexpectedly, she was still a beautiful female ghost.

When Qiusheng and Wencai saw the appearance of the female ghost, they were stunned for a moment, and then their hearts began to ripple.

Xiaoyu!

The moment Wu Qizhe saw Xiaoyu's appearance, he already recognized the other party.

It's just, what is she doing here, is she here to find herself?

Why do you want to hurt someone.

At this time, Uncle Jiu's peachwood sword had already slapped on Xiao Yu's arm, and the peachwood sword that applied the Maoshan technique was the natural nemesis of the ghosts, and Xiao Yu was slapped on the concrete floor at once, rolling several times, and his plain coat was already stained with dust.

The cuffs of the arms were shattered.

Uncle Nine held a peachwood sword, mercilessly, jumped up in a few steps, and had already slashed towards Xiaoyu's waist.

Xiao Yu couldn't dodge, and his back was concentrated by Uncle Jiu's peachwood sword, and he was holding the concrete floor with both hands, trying to get up, but he seemed to have more than enough strength to do so.

"Ahh

The screams rang out again,

A puff of white smoke rose from Xiaoyu's back.

The peachwood sword that casts the spell does not hurt the soul small.

Uncle Jiu's peachwood sword took advantage of the situation, Xiaoyu's entire body was picked up in the air, and then fell heavily to the ground, and then Uncle Jiu's peachwood sword was interspersed with several runes, directly stabbing Xiaoyu's chest.

If it is stabbed this time, it will definitely cause the entire spirit body to be severely damaged, and in serious cases, it may even be scattered.

Wu Qizhe's eyes froze, and an invisible ripple had broken out of the air.

In the air, the ripples directly hit the peachwood sword that was about to stab at Xiaoyu, and the not-so-strong ripples just missed the peachwood sword of the ninth uncle.

This sword pierced the air.

As soon as the sword missed, Uncle Nine subconsciously looked at Wu Qizhe, he didn't believe that the two apprentices had the courage to stop him.

Wu Qizhe didn't run away, nor did he intend to hide it, he walked straight to Xiaoyu and looked at Uncle Jiu.

"Don't hurt her, Uncle Nine."

"Brother Qizhe!" Tingting shouted worriedly.

Wu Qizhe glanced at Tingting and signaled that the other party should not worry.

Xiao Yu supported the ground with both hands, looking at Wu Qizhe and Xiao Yu's eyebrows, her eyes could not hide her grief and sadness, and her face was extremely pale.

"What are you going to do, don't follow her, she's a ghost!" Uncle Nine warned sternly.

"I know." Wu Qizhe pushed away the tip of Uncle Jiu's sword pointing at Xiao Yu, squatted down, and held Xiao Yu's hand.

The cold hand, without a trace of temperature, was colder than last night, holding it in his hand, as if holding a piece of thousand-year-old ice, cold to the bone.

It's like Xiaoyu's heart at this moment!

It's cold, except for the cold, it's cold.

The biting chill, the bone-piercing pain, the next second he held Xiaoyu's hand, Wu Qizhe lost consciousness in a short time.

The slightly constricted brows gradually loosened, Wu Qizhe looked at Xiaoyu's sad and bitter face, and said, "I'll help you up." ”

"You, why did you save me."

Seeing Wu Qizhe holding his hand, the coldness on his hand was deliberately caused by her, but why didn't the other party let go.

Why did he hold it tightly, not going to let go.

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