Ghost King’s Sacrificial Little Bride (69)
Ji Yongchuan stood outside the Taoist Temple, some people with incense came near, that strong human qi forced him to retreat a few steps back.
He glanced down at his hand, it had become vaguely transparent.
Was he already weakened to this point?
Even his form was going to start dissipating.
Suddenly he raised his head, his eyes incomparably indifferent. Bai Wen stood at the gate of the Temple, and also coldly looked at him.
Bai Wen stepped out with an unchanged expression. He took out a fine gold mesh, shook it, then checked the distance position. As if casting a net to catch a fish, he threw it directly at Ji Yongchuan’s head.
Ji Yongchuan’s face changed a bit, and withdrew a few steps, but he wasn’t as swift as the net.
Soon he was enveloped by the net, bound to the net unable to escape.
Ji Yongchuan sat in the net, tolerant and calm, with no sense of panic.
“You don’t have to rush to kill me, I’ll die tomorrow.”
Bai Wen sneered: “I really hadn’t seen it, a resentful ghost that dug out their own heart, yet also dared to come blindly dangling in front of me.”
Without his heart, all his strength was lost.
This kind of ghost, Bai Wen could destroy with a wave of his hand.
Ji Yongchuan’s inky hair fell to the ground, but his spirit was tranquil, “I’m waiting for someone.”
Bai Wen pulled out his peach wood sword, “Waiting for someone, and waiting for death is almost the same.”
Ji Yongchuan was just about to say something, but saw Bai Weiwei quickly running from the Temple.
Under the sunshine, her long flying hair was filled with broken gold, and her clear eyes were full of his shadow.
Ji Yongchuan’s expression softened, he stretched out his fingers, eager to touch her.
However when his fingertips touched the net its pure yang of the power burnt his fingers.
His demeanor dimmed and he couldn’t help but pull back his hand.
Now he was already so weak that he couldn’t stand beside her anymore.
Bai Weiwei hurriedly ran, “Uncle, how could you bully him?”
Bai Wen’s face was frigid, “It really is ‘a grown girl can’t be kept at home’, you with an evil spirit, not considering your own Bai family identity.”
Bai Weiwei: “Later my surname will be Ji, not Bai.”
Bai Wen felt as though he had taken a critical hit.
When Ji Yongchuan heard this sentence, he gazed up at her with red eyes brimming with soft light.
He gave a stunning smile, perhaps, dying for her was the best thing he had ever done.
【Ding, the male lead’s favorability is at 88.】
An auspicious number.
Bai Weiwei crouched down, pulled on the net, and frowned, “This…… is somewhat heavy.”
Bai Wen would really like to chop Bai Weiwei with the peach wood sword in his hand.
This is your niece, this is your big girl that can’t be kept at home, keeping her here, keeping her from leaving, only keeps her as a vengeful niece.
After ten million repetitions of ‘don’t slaughter her’.
Bai Wen finally convinced himself, then he used a wind control technique, so that the ghost in the net became particularly light.
Bai Weiwei dragged the net lightly, she happily waved: “Uncle goodbye.”
Bai Wen: “Roll.”
Bai Weiwei dragged Ji Yongchuan to the ghost realm.
The passage to the ghost realm was opened by Bai Wen. It was his private, distinguished, exclusive channel. Unobstructed, and free of ghosts.
Ji Yongchuan was pulled all the way by Bai Weiwei.
He pursed his lips and was silent for most of the day, but finally couldn’t help asking, “Weiwei, where are you going?”
Bai Weiwei smiled, “I told my uncle, you’re going to die, so I’ll take you back to the ghost realm. This way if you die you’ll return to your homeland.”
Ji Yongchuan quietly sat in the net, and sighed: “You don’t have to tie me up for that.”
Bai Weiwei’s steps halted. The smile at the corner of her mouth disappeared, she looked at him sidelong with a few strands of faint sadness in her eyes.
“It’s all right, the net’s effective for less than a day, you’ll be out soon.”