The cool skirt flutters gently in the wind.

The bare arms and fair skin are fascinating.

However, for Yuan Yiyi, with a strong aroma, everything is not so wonderful.

The coquettish makeup, the bold costumes, the flattering smile, everything, made her a little unbearable.

Crisp as a crying voice, willing to be a caged bird, the voice was soft, and he said coquettishly to a middle-aged man with a big belly.

"Official, you haven't come to see anyone for a long time!"

Yuan Yiyi frowned and grinned, looking at the young beauty, and his whole body was attached to the middle-aged man.

Yuan Yiyi stroked his forehead one by one, and was hesitating to enter the chaotic but lively building, still waiting for the rabbit by the door.

A snow-white figure appeared around the corner at this time, and looked around cautiously.

Determine the direction, the pace is steady, the posture is generous, and the direction of Yuan Yiyi is firmly walking.

A familiarity and warmth that slipped through the bottom of my heart.

The white shadow is different from the two shadows in the underworld, exuding a complex temperament of indifference and warmth, and it doesn't need words to give Yuan Yiyi a deep sense of oppression.

The snow-white robe, spotless, even with a glimmer of golden light, like a fairy.

Yuan Yiyi inexplicably felt a feeling of respect and liking in his heart, and wanted to continue to pursue, but that faint feeling dissipated instantly.

White shadow's eyes searched the sides of the street, as if looking for something.

There is no superfluous emotion in those good-looking black eyes.

A serious look, it looks two points cute.

Now, though, that's not the point.

Obviously, the humans didn't notice his figure, and Yuan Yiyi guessed his identity one by one.

Humans can't see him, but he can come and go freely in the human world.

Judging by his movements and postures, he should be looking for the soul of a human being.

In this way, he should also be the shadow of the underworld.

Although this shadow has a more upright face, a slender and prominent body, and a light and calm temperament, there is no black and white impermanence, and the two guys look obscene.

However, the souls collected by the demon are all picked up from the underworld.

According to normal circumstances, the soul is not owned by the demons, but by the underworld.

The human soul, whether good or bad, should go to the underworld, accept the cause and effect of a lifetime, and then go through the six realms of reincarnation.

Because of this, the demon always quietly collects magic balls, trying not to alarm the shadow of the underworld.

In case it is discovered by the shadow of the underworld, it is inevitable that there will be a vicious battle.

Yuan Yiyi looked at the colorful smiles in front of him, as well as the obscene men on the top of his bald heads, disgusted in his heart, and hesitated to leave.

The white robe was getting closer and closer, and I could almost see the star-like eyes.

Time was running out, Yuan Yiyi frowned and thought quickly.

Although the demon has a gentle temperament, it has always been the same, and if you can't find the magic ball, you can't return to the demon race.

It's hard to find a human man who is about to die and is suitable for cultivating magic balls, and he can't just give up.

Yuan Yiyi looked at the splendid but depraved buildings, and then looked at the shadows in the distance, and no longer thought about it.

Gritting his teeth, holding his breath, he pulled the pocket on his waist a little nervously, and swept between the colorful dresses.

The fragrant breath seemed to be stained on the long green robe, and Yuan Yi floated quickly, his eyes quickly swept over the hall.

There was a screen in the hall, and dancers with faces worthy of beauty danced seductively behind the gauze screen.

There was no human man emitting a green light in the hall, and it seemed that he was in a room somewhere.

There are two rows of spiral staircases on both sides of the building, and the wooden staircase is crowded with spectators with misty eyes and a lewd and obscene temperament.

Yuan Yiyi cautiously looked behind him, but did not see the chic shadow.

Come to think of it, the shadow of the underworld would not have entered this building by such a coincidence.

Yuan Yiyi felt an inexplicable sense of loss in his heart, and quickly floated into the air.

Looking from the ground floor, the room was surrounded by a railing, and the door to the room was closed even in the crisp daytime.

Yuan Yiyi lifted his figure one by one, and floated directly from the third floor to the fourth floor in the middle of the hall.

Like a ghost, it floated through the rooms, looking carefully.

Xianjun stood by the door and paused slightly.

The whole street was devoid of the breath of the soul, and it was likely that the breath was hidden in the place where the humans gathered.

Xianjun frowned slightly, looking at the gorgeous but corrupt building, his face was a little ugly.

But for some reason, there is an inexplicable feeling in my heart.

There is some kind of power that is pulling the Immortal Monarch, making his steps move unconsciously.

You should have entered the building and had a look, maybe you might find anything special.

The white figure, slowing down, carefully shuttled through the crowd.

Although he knew that humans could not detect him, nor could they touch him.

However, for Xianjun, even the attachment of dust is unbearable, let alone witnessing this kind of skin and flesh transaction that cannot be put on the table.

An emerald green figure, exuding a fresh and bright temperament, is completely different from the aura revealed by humans.

When the white shadow entered the building, he saw a highly floating figure on the fourth floor.

The figure was somewhat familiar, with a warm feeling, which made Bai Ying can't help but want to get closer.

Perhaps, this soul loss incident will soon be recognized.

Bai Ying noticed that Yuan Yi looked around, and quickly floated to the door of a room.

Guessing her true purpose, she hid in a dark corner, observing Yuan Yiyi's every move.

In a corner room on the fourth floor, there was a burst of coquettish laughter.

"Guest officer~, the slave family peels the grape skin for you, you can eat more. ”

"Guest officer~, drink more wine. ”

An obscene and rough voice sounded, full of teasing.

"Oops~! What the beauty says is what, not to mention white wine, it is crane top red, and it is all drunk correctly. Here, beauty, one more drink. ”

Looking in from the window, you can't see the human figures and specific movements, but you can clearly see a green light floating above the human man's head.

Catalyzed by beauty and wine, the green light became more and more intense and deep.

Right now, Yuan Yiyi passed through the door in an instant and floated straight into the room.

The Immortal Monarch concealed his aura and followed closely.

Four figures appeared in the room, but the middle-aged man and the beautiful woman were still teasing each other as if no one was around because they couldn't see it.

Yuan Yiyi floated into the room one by one, watching the beautiful woman sitting on the man's lap, the man touching the woman's thigh, and the woman kept caressing the man's ugly face, and in an instant the whole face became red, and the temperature of the mask seemed to be higher.

Yuan Yiyi was shy and stunned, a little panicked, and turned his body suddenly.

A deep figure, I don't know when, stood behind him.

The handsome face became clearer and more profound, and the white robe exuded an air of nobility and integrity.

Yuan Yiyi hadn't collected his soul yet, so he was caught and froze in place, not knowing what to continue to do.

It's over, it's over, it's the shadow of the underworld.

Si Di looked solemn and did not speak to Yuan Yiyi, who was wearing a mask.

The first to look at the lewd and angry man, his face was dark and yellow, with a white of indulgence.

The coarse linen shirt, which matches the appearance of the body on the long scroll, should be the human to be found today.