Quick Wear: The paranoid beauty grabs the waist and spoils her

The densely packed human figures and stone snakes surrounding her exploded one by one like fireworks, and soon her vision around her became clear. Nan Xiang met Xia Yu'an, who was spinning the green umbrella left and right.

All I heard was Xia Yu'an's red lips opening slightly: "I hate it most when people release snakes around me. Haha."

After saying that, Nan Xiang saw Xia Yu'an pick up the folded green umbrella and throw it forward, hitting Fu Yang who was laughing crazily.

After the hit, Xia Yu'an waved her hand and the green umbrella automatically returned to her hand.

The scarlet blood stains on the umbrella tip disappeared instantly, as if they had been cleaned away.

The green umbrella is intact, and the color seems to be darker.

All this happened in a flash, and neither the old Taoist priest nor Fu Yang had time to react.

All that was seen was a large wet spot on Fu Yang's chest under his gray suit. He spat out a large mouthful of blood, his eyes were dazed, and his feet were kneeling straight on the ground. A large area of ​​the ground was covered with bright red blood.

The bloodstains flowed slowly and quietly seeped into the bluestone floor without anyone noticing.

"dad!"

Suddenly, a heart-wrenching female voice was heard.

I saw a petite white figure rushing out from the corridor, squatting on the ground and hugging Fu Yang with both hands.

It was Fu Yuanyuan.

Fu Yuanyuan's hair was a little messy, her eyes were tearful, and she was very flustered. She kept shouting, "Dad, Dad, Dad."

"Yuan, Yuan." A glimmer of light appeared in the eyes of the man who had originally had a dull look, and the madness on his face disappeared, leaving only peace and reluctance.

He stretched out his bloody hand tremblingly, wanting to touch his daughter's face, but his hand only reached halfway when it dropped an inch with difficulty.

Seeing this, Fu Yuanyuan quickly grabbed Fu Yang's hand and put it on her face, tears falling drop by drop:

"Dad, Dad, I'm here."

"I, I have done a lot of wrong things in my life, but the only thing I don't regret is everything I did for my sweet baby."

Fu Yang spoke in a very soft voice, and each word was very difficult for him to utter. He was bleeding in large mouthfuls, and beautiful blood flowers were stained on Fu Yuanyuan's white dress.

Her hands were shaking, and she felt very sad and flustered seeing her father like this.

Even though her father did many wrong things, he was still her father after all.

Her father was very kind to her and doted on her very much.

She was also attached to her father, even though he and her mother were often away from home.

The only time they had a quarrel was when she found out that her luck was stolen. She got very angry with her father and they parted on bad terms.

Then she never saw her father again.

Until this time she woke up from her coma, she didn't expect that this time she would be separated from the Yin and Yang.

She didn't blame Nan Xiang and Xia Yu'an.

Who could she blame them?

It was obvious that she and her father were the ones at fault.

Fu Yuanyuan sneered, her eyes red, still hugging her father, but he was no longer breathing.

She looked coldly at the old Taoist priest beside her.

Blame him!

If it weren’t for this old Deng, my father wouldn’t have thought of stealing Sister Xiangxiang’s luck, and he wouldn’t have died.

Fu Yuanyuan felt the raging fire of hatred burning in her chest.

She felt the power of hatred in her heart coming from nowhere, and took out a silver-patterned dagger from her waist and stabbed the old Taoist priest beside her.

The old Taoist priest, who had been watching the affectionate scene between father and daughter with disdain, was suddenly attacked like this. He wanted to fight back but it seemed as if there was a force restraining him.

The old Taoist priest's face changed, and he thought to himself: "Damn it!"

There was something strange about this dagger. He struggled, and his fingers with black rings moved slightly, finally breaking free from the silver dagger's locked attack.

The silver dagger was three inches away from the heart.

The old Taoist spat out blood, urged the power in the ring on his left hand to attack Fu Yuanyuan, and shouted angrily: "You are looking for death!"

Fu Yuanyuan closed her eyes and felt the strange gray-black force coming towards her, unable to dodge at all.

It's just a pity.

The dagger Xiao Hei gave her couldn't kill this old immortal, and she was about to die.

Her mind went blank, and suddenly a thin black figure appeared again: "What a pity, I didn't say goodbye to you properly."

"What's a pity?"

Suddenly Fu Yuanyuan heard a cold and low voice.

Fu Yuanyuan felt that she was not hit by the strange gray-black force, but fell into a cold yet warm embrace, which made her feel inexplicably at ease.

She opened her eyes and suddenly met the pair of golden vertical pupils, and murmured:

"Little black?"

The veins on the man's forehead twitched slightly, and he corrected him in a cold voice, "Long Yao."

"Okay, Blackie."

Long Yao: “…”

Nan Xiang, who was enjoying the show, suddenly felt a black screen in front of her eyes, and a question mark slowly appeared in her mind.

what happened?

Until she felt the warmth of the hand in her eyes, the corners of her mouth twitched slightly, and she raised her hand to remove the hand that was covering her eyes.

They were very obedient hands, but in some ways they were disobedient, just like their owner.

After Nan Xiang moved Su Qingchen's hand away, the man took the opportunity to quietly bring Nan Xiang to his side and used his body to block the intimate scene between Fu Yuanyuan and Long Yao.

"Don't look! Can you please look at me, Master?"

Su Qingchen blinked, his deep brown fox eyes sparkled with water, as if he was expecting to look obedient and delicate.

No matter how angry Nan Xiang was, she would calm down, especially since she was not angry this time.

She just enjoyed the man's coquettishness. She felt her soul was light, as if she was stepping on soft and white clouds. She enjoyed it very much.

"Good, good, good."

As she spoke, she touched the man's soft and smooth black hair.

Su Qingchen enjoyed it very much and didn't care whether the occasion was right or not.

He would have arrived earlier if he hadn't been delayed on the road and tripped over two annoying guys and a swarm of flies.

When Nan Xiang disappeared, he was angry and anxious.

Looking at the marks left by his girlfriend along the way, he wanted to give her a good scolding when they met.

That way she wouldn't put herself in danger.

It was only until he actually saw the person that he felt relieved that he was not hurt.

Seeing Nan Xiang watching Long Yao and the girl being affectionate with each other with relish, Su Qingchen felt a little jealous, so he covered Nan Xiang's eyes and did what he did just now.

A few minutes behind Long Yao and Su Qingchen appeared the Director of the Spirit Management Bureau, Bai Tingyu.

Bai Tingyu looked at the two affectionate couples in front of him, pushed his glasses, smiled, and walked to Xia Yuan:

"Are you Miss Chi's friend?"

Xia Yu'an glanced at the elegant man with a gentle smile in front of him, and was a little confused:

"Any questions?"

Bai Tingyu smiled and said nothing, but ordered the elite team from the Spirit Management Bureau that followed behind to surround the old Taoist priest.

"Since when did the Spirit Management Bureau interfere in the affairs of ordinary people?" The old Taoist priest thought it was a pity when he saw his attack was blocked. When he saw Bai Tingyu and a group of people from the Spirit Management Bureau in white uniforms, he spoke in a bad tone.

"Zhu Zhao, you used the Fu family to harm ordinary spirit citizens and attempted to open the altar to bring the disaster that happened more than a hundred years ago back to life... This is naturally the responsibility of our Spirit Management Bureau."

The leader of the elite team enumerated the crimes of the old Taoist priest Zhu Zhao.

"Hahahaha, is there anything wrong with me wanting to restore order?" The old Taoist raised his hands and laughed.

One of the elite team members attacked the old Taoist priest, and the old Taoist priest fought back.

Nan Xiang and Su Qingchen were affectionate for a while, watching the battle between the elite team and the old Taoist priest, but did not take action.

No one else took action either. It seemed as if everyone was looking at the old Taoist priest, watching this clown's tricks.

The old Taoist priest's face naturally turned red from these ignoring gazes. He looked at the blue devil statue which revealed a strange dark light, and he immediately laughed out loud:

"Go to hell!"

The old Taoist priest fiddled with the black ring on his hand, and suddenly, a strange gray-black airflow penetrated into the eyes of the green devil statue.

"No! Close your eyes!"

The captain of the elite team reminded.

The others closed their eyes.

Nan Xiang covered her own eyes, and took the opportunity to cover Su Qingchen's eyes.

Su Qingchen's displeasure instantly dissipated, and he comforted Nan Xiang softly.

"Don't worry, I'm fine. This statue can't do anything to me."

Nan Xiang thought of his identity as the young master of the fox clan, and felt relieved. She knew what Su Qingchen was going to do next, and moved her fingers lightly in the man's palm: "Be careful."

"it is good."