Psychic Reborn

With a blue face and fangs, big arms and a round waist, his dark muscles look sharp and angular, and his overall image is extremely ferocious.

Although the ghosts of the underworld have tried their best to change the ugly appearance that people are talking about in recent years, it is just that the place in the underworld is not strong enough, and no matter how bright and beautiful the style is, it is still lifeless.

Look, this ghost specially wore a d&g limited edition big red body-fitting suit to patrol the world. It was just a trip to the underworld, and the red beauty suit faded to the darkest dark red. It was full of lifelessness, and there was no vitality at all.

He held a heavy chain in his big palm, and the other end of the chain was Boya's legs.

The ghost guards pulled violently with both hands. It is reasonable to say that such force is enough to make the ghosts tremble with fear.

But Boya was surprised to find that he didn't move at the same place, and he was still standing in the jade.

Not to mention that Boya was not pulled out by the ghost guard... The ghost guard who originally wanted to restrain Boya knelt on the ground, was rebounded by the force just now, and couldn't stabilize his center of gravity, which caused the weirdness now. situation.

The ghost messenger happened to kneel in front of Qu Yiran, Qu Yiran knew it, but he didn't say anything, he just said to him very politely, "Brother, you don't need to be so polite."

Is it a... mortal who speaks so arrogantly?Seeing that he also made a gesture of asking for it, the ghost messenger was instantly angry.

The eyeballs bulged out without warning, drooping on the cheeks, and turned around, obviously wanting to create some momentum for himself, scaring this ordinary person who has never seen the world, "Which eye of yours sees that this is so rude? The mortals backed away, and they came up to talk to Bencha before the sensibility was exhausted? It's the first time you don't understand the rules, Bencha is magnanimous, let me let you, ignorant child... son... son..."

Halfway through the talk, the ghost's aura suddenly disappeared, because he realized that he couldn't see through the fate of this mortal, let alone when the light of life on this person's head reached its limit.

This person is not an ordinary person, and he is not frightened by his current appearance at all.

It seems that it is not a coincidence that he was counterattacked and knelt down by a powerful force just now.

Will the human beings who can see ghosts be ordinary mortals?For a moment, he was anxious and confused, and his mind was confused!

"Hey, old man, look... this little one is also following the instructions from above. If you can't take him back, the leader will whip us..." The ghost messenger's tone sounds pitiful, but... you are pretending Before being pitiful, can you take back the dangling eyeballs?

Qu Yiran held onto his forehead with some headaches, so unless the ghost messengers show up to the world for plastic surgery, they will still look hideous no matter how well dressed they are.

"The leader whips you? Why didn't I know that the black and white envoys have this special hobby?" It's too much to pretend to be pitiful.

The ghost guard rolled his eyes, and immediately murmured with guilt, "Why do you even know this... Cough cough, look, did you let the sinner Boya... come out of the spiritual weapon?"

Spiritual weapons are definitely the biggest nemesis of people in the underworld.

If it weren't for the guidance of the piano sound and the chain connection, he would not even be able to detect the specific location of Boya.

The spiritual weapon is equivalent to a three-way zone in disguise. The underworld cannot be controlled, the yang world cannot be controlled, and the sky cannot be controlled...

This is also the reason why Qu Yiran tried his best to find a spiritual weapon for Li Mi to live in.

As long as you go in, you are safe.

But it is too late for Boya now.

The shackles are here, and the soul is locked.

The Yin net is restored, and it will return sooner or later.

Qu Yiran finally understood why the first time he saw Boya, he knew that he would not be able to evolve this spirit. The reason was that Boya had already been locked up by ghost messengers.

Qu Yiran didn't pay attention to the pleading expression of the ghost messenger, just turned around, and softly asked Yuzhong, who was anxious to hold the piano, "Bo Ya, is that what you mean? If you don't want to, he has no chance to lock your zither." .”

Boya sighed, "I'm afraid no matter how many years we wait, there won't be another child in this world."

"So that's what you thought. Then...would you like to wait another hour?" Qu Yiran asked with some uncertainty.

Boya holding the missing stringed qin tightly with both hands, "???"

Yuzhong's impulsive Li Mi, whose mouth and hands were sealed by the leader, "???"

Dongfang Bubai, who was always ready to attack with the golden needle held in his fingertips and hidden in his sleeve, "???"

"One hour?" Boya asked blankly.

Qu Yiran nodded and said, "Yes, just an hour."

Although he didn't know what Qu Yiran was going to do, and he didn't know why he made himself wait for another hour, Boya believed that Qu Yiran had his own reasons, so he responded very simply, "Okay, I'll wait." .”

"Thank you." Qu Yiran smiled, and then a certain convex-faced ghost was dumbfounded.

A pair of black crystal-like eyes are clear and pure, the corners of his eyes are slightly raised, and the light-colored lips are curved gracefully.

Beauty, beauty... A small bright red waterfall rushes out from the nose.

The ghost messenger, who hadn't talked to anyone for so many years, sprayed nosebleeds, but even if he had some ghostly thoughts, he didn't have the guts to do so.

The turbulent and shocking aura leaked from the internal test of the spiritual weapon is very similar to the one that once confronted all the ghosts... a certain extremely powerful ancient spirit... It should not be such a coincidence...

right!It must not be such a coincidence.

The ghost messenger comforted himself in his heart, the man was still stuck in the mirror!

"Brother Ghost Escort, please allow Boya to stay for a while, and come to lead someone after half an hour." Qu Yiran turned sideways, and discussed with the ghost agent in a good-tempered manner, but the smile was no longer there.

The ghost messenger finally remembered to plug back his wandering eyeballs, hurriedly adjusted his image, combed his hair and straightened his collar, "This... I'm afraid..."

"Oh? I'm afraid?" The little squirrel narrowed his eyes, "Then please go ahead." After finishing speaking, he flung his sleeves and left as a bird. I just don't get used to your problems.

I won't let him go, so what can you do?Can you also take me to the underworld?

No accommodation for an hour?

The ghosts are getting darker and darker now, could it be that they are waiting for money from themselves?Hmph... the broken rule that money can make motui ghosts should be changed!

"Beauty...beauty, cough cough...Master, sir, please slow down, don't, don't go so fast, we didn't mean to say something wrong, you adults don't count villains! Don't say half an hour, just take uncle away tomorrow Teeth are ready!"

"Really?" Qu Yiran stopped in his tracks, his voice sounded flat, without any ups and downs.

"Really, it's absolutely true! Didn't the little one kneel down for you just now..."

Qu Yiran said softly, "Then kneel down again and show me."

Ghost, "..."

The little squirrel who has always been protective of his shortcomings has gone dark.

Seeing that his knees were about to make intimate contact with the ground again, Qu Yiran smiled and waved his hands, "Hehe, I was joking."

Ghost, "..."

If he doesn't go crazy, he gets internal injuries. It's so ridiculously good-looking, but he's not easy to have a seizure...and he can't bear it.

A ghost messenger is a little boy who works in the underworld. Occasionally, when he meets someone who doesn't have eyes and doesn't know people, he can't do anything except show his hideous face to scare people.

They have a certain deterrent and shocking effect on the souls of ghosts who have not yet passed away, but they are no threat to a psychic who has spiritual power and has opened his eyes.

Even sometimes when the performance is not good and you can't catch the wraith, you still have to rely on the local psychic. These days, it's hard to mix in any industry.

It is not easy to earn a living in the underworld.

The ghost messenger walked away in a desperate manner, not to mention not taking Boya away, and even touched the wall with dust.

The result of the inspection this time was that there was a beautiful psychic near area a. There was nothing else... Fortunately, he was able to come to pick him up in an hour.

Hey!

At the same time as the ghost messenger left, Li Mi was also unshackled, and Sa Yazi was about to rush out, but Dongfang rushed up and quickly grabbed his neck.

But Li Mi was still dishonest, "Why tie me up? I'm going to get rid of that bad guy, pretending to be your sister! How dare you bully our brother Qu, and even try to take away our big brother Boya! Go shi!" I'm going to fight you!"

The expression of wanting to be shirtless and ready to fight and die with the ghosts almost made Boya and Qu Yiran, who were originally depressed, laugh out loud.

"Why is it all yours?" Boya stepped forward, and gently smoothed Li Mi's fur, "Don't get excited, he's already gone, and it's not worth your while."

Li Mi snorted dissatisfiedly, "But you are worth it! Why don't you let me go out? I am a purified spirit, and he can't do anything with me! It looks really hot, if there is no spiritual weapon, the three of us Is it all over?"

Qu Yiran's eyes darkened, and he said in a low voice, "No, I promise."

If it wasn't for Boya's own intention, even if he tried his best, he would still prevent Yin Yin from robbing people.

This is true of Li Mi, and so is Dongfang... Maybe Dongfang is not needed, but as long as they want to, I will not let anyone touch them.

"I will protect you, for sure." The skinny boy said very firmly.

"Well...Of course I know." Li Mi sat down on the stone bench in Yuzhong, squinting at Dongfang who was sitting beside him at the same time.

It's him who won't let himself out!

Dongfang glanced at him coldly and remained silent.

If something really happened, I would take action immediately. What's the use of this idiot going out, maybe he will be locked up by ghosts and brought back to the underworld for trial.

It's not surprising that Dongfang thought so, after all, among the three souls, this one was the youngest, died the latest, and was the weakest.

After being purified, his personality is still so impulsive. Even in the spiritual weapon, he always looks out dishonestly, and is most likely to be taken advantage of by those insidious and cunning dead people.

An hour is not a long time to say.

After sending off the ghost messenger and comforting Li Mi, the opening time of the welcome meeting for freshmen of University A is getting closer and closer.

The first program is the regular speech of the school leaders every year, the summary of the previous semester, the outlook for the next semester, and the second one is the singing and dancing at the beginning. The program is also an indispensable practice every year.

And the third one is the program presented by freshman representatives.

The freshman representative's speech was ranked after all the programs ended, and it was the absolute finale position.

Whether it is the third position or the last position, it sounds like there is a lot of pressure. Standing behind the crowd, Qu Lingfeng couldn't help feeling nervous for his younger brother.

On the other hand, Qu Yiran, who was about to take the stage with the piano in his arms, didn't feel any anxiety at all.

The head of the Propaganda Department of the Student Union pushed the frameless lens on the bridge of his nose and confirmed to him again, "Student, do you really need us to put the piano away in advance?"

"I can do it myself." Now that Qin Boya has stroked it, it is not something ordinary people can touch.

The head of the Propaganda Department no longer insisted, but just said to him, "As soon as the singing and dancing is over, we will arrange the piano table in place in time."

"Thank you senior." That's enough.

The head of the Propaganda Department gave him a friendly smile. He had a good impression of this year's "Exemption Students" from the Student Union. Although he had the title of National Champion, he was extremely polite and respected his seniors.

"You are welcome to visit the office of the Propaganda Department at any time."

"Okay, I will." Qu Yiran smiled back and agreed very simply.

The frontcourt is infinitely hot.Backstage, tense.

Some of the busy people are in a hurry to touch up their makeup, some are embellishing their costumes, confirming props, checking their lines, clearing their throats...

Only a black-haired boy sat quietly in a corner, holding a broken Guqin in his arms, like a picture scroll.

A song "Superboy" has successfully aroused the enthusiasm of most teachers and students. Will this enthusiasm continue...

"The third program! Freshman representative, it's started, hurry up and get on stage!" The person in charge of the backcourt shouted loudly.

The people who were racing against time to prepare their own shows focused their attention on the entrance to the stage. They didn't see the man's face clearly, but only saw a slender figure, who seemed to be holding a piano in his hands and walked out.

Off the field, the big brother of the Qu family was holding a bouquet of bright and delicate blue enchantresses, and beside him was Lin Feng who insisted on following along to join in the fun. Ever since he entered the school gate, he had been looking around non-stop.

"I said Ling Feng, which beauty did you come here for? Let me reveal something in advance, so that my buddies can also open their eyes!"

Looking at the immature faces around her, is this the taste of my bad friends?No wonder I'm not interested in plump and old-fashioned European and American chicks.

The flower language of the blue enchantress—pure love.

11 blue enchantress flower language - the favorite only cares about you!With one heart and one mind, the favorite in my heart.

It was rare for Ling Feng to be so active in bringing flowers to confess his love. As a buddy who grew up naked together, he naturally had to watch the whole process and give enthusiastic encouragement.

And because the two leaders above his head skipped shifts, the little M brother who was forced to stay in the company to work overtime touched his dark circles that were getting thicker and thicker, and sighed sadly, "I originally ordered twelve sticks, who knows Suddenly it was out of stock...but the boss took it without saying anything, woo woo woo, it's going to be all night again tonight!"

Qu Lingfeng had long been used to Lin Feng's inconspicuous appearance, all his words were automatically filtered out, and now all his attention was focused on the stage, without any thoughts.

At this moment, the stage was pitch black.

The curtain is opened, but there is no light beam, which is mysterious and gives people infinite time to think.

Wei Jin stretched his neck long, "This show should be Yiran. I heard the host just now said that a freshman representative will be invited to appear on stage!"

Fang Tianzhuo also kept longing, "What's going on? Could it be a power outage? Why isn't the light on! I can't see anything clearly."

Sensing the slight change in the expression of his bad friend, Lin Feng stopped being foolish, followed Qu Lingfeng's gaze to the stage, and said in a low voice, "Could it be the beauty who is about to appear on stage... Hehehe, Ling Feng , don't be careless!"

As a result, the soft and dim light suddenly appeared, Lin Feng was so startled that he almost bit his tongue.

"Male...male?!"