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

Wencai didn't come over, Tingting leaned on Wu Qizhe's right side, while Qiusheng stood beside Tingting cheekily, patted his chest and assured at the moment.

Tingting rolled his eyes at him and grabbed Wu Qizhe's arm.

That look of attachment has the urge to make Qiusheng burst into tears in an instant.

Woohoo, how can you turn a blind eye to me.

Qiu Sheng looked at the two people who were showing affection in front of him jealously, and his eyes widened.

Wen Cai snickered beside him. He had completely given up on Tingting, so he didn't feel much touched. His younger brother Qiu Sheng kept slamming into the muzzle of the gun and hitting the wall, which seemed very interesting to him.

To base one's happiness on Qiusheng's pain, and to see Qiusheng come back just as badly as himself, it feels really good.

Beside him, Wu Qizhe felt that Tingting's hand holding his arm was slightly tight, so he patted the other's little hand, indicating that the other party should not be nervous.

There was a trace of nervousness on Tingting's face. She knew that she was about to face her own grandfather, but the other party didn't recognize her for a long time, and even wanted to kill her. Thinking of this was always miserable.

When she met Wu Qizhe's eyes, with a faint smile, her bright and crystal eyes immediately became brighter. As long as Big Brother Wu was there, she believed that all difficulties would be solved easily.

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

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

The night started to get colder gradually.

After an unknown time, a gust of wind suddenly blew in the courtyard.

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

Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai, who were standing aside, shuddered instantly.

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

Wu Qizhe looked away from Tingting, this feeling seemed a little wrong, not like a zombie.

"The gloomy wind is blowing, everyone be careful!" Uncle Ninth also felt the strangeness and reminded aloud.

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

The ninth uncle held the peach wood sword in one hand and Sinan in the other, and stepped forward from behind the altar.

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

The red gossip Sinan went up, the pointer was shaking constantly, pointing in all directions, for a while it seemed that the route was not clear, the ninth uncle stepped forward and came 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 left the spot.

Snapped!

A plundering wind swept across the space and directly hit the wooden window behind him, making a tearing sound.

The splashed sawdust broke a large gap above the wooden window.

The rotating pointer was set in the direction of the cracked wooden window. Ninth Uncle rushed over, the wooden sword in his hand passed through Qiusheng, and slapped on a cloud of air.

"what!"

With a scream, along with the sound of the peach wood sword hitting the real object, a blue figure appeared in front of everyone for the first time.

One, woman?

Or to be more precise, a ghost!

Mature and charming face, big eyes, slightly upturned nose, slightly rounded chin, complexion is very white, more than the whiteness of ordinary women, some similar to morbidly pale, but there is a sad beauty.

Large clothes, you can't see the figure wrapped in it, but just by looking at the face,

It felt very attractive.

Unexpectedly, she is still a beautiful ghost.

When Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai 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 had already recognized him.

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

Why do you want to hurt someone.

At this time, Uncle Jiu's peach wood sword had already been slapped on Xiaoyu's arm. The peach wood sword applied with Maoshan technique is the natural nemesis of ghosts and monsters. Xiaoyu was slapped on the concrete floor and rolled several times, and Su Jie's coat was stained. dust.

The cuff of the arm has been shattered.

Uncle Jiu held the peach wood sword, showing no mercy, he jumped up a few steps, and slashed towards Xiaoyu's waist.

Xiaoyu couldn't avoid it, her entire back was concentrated by Ninth Uncle's peach wood sword, her hands rested on the concrete floor, she wanted to get up, but she seemed to be more than enough.

"what."

The screams sounded again,

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

The peach wood sword that casts spells does not do little damage to the soul.

The ninth uncle's peach wood sword took advantage of the opportunity to pick, Xiaoyu's entire body was flipped in the air, and then fell heavily to the ground, followed by the ninth uncle's peach wood sword interspersed with several runes, directly stabbing Xiaoyu's chest.

If you are stabbed this time, it will definitely cause the entire spiritual body to be severely injured. In serious terms, it may even be dissipated.

Wu Qizhe's eyes narrowed, and an invisible ripple had broken out.

In the air, the ripples directly hit the peach wood sword that was about to stab Xiaoyu, and the not too strong ripples just hit Jiu Shu's peach wood sword.

This sword stabbed empty.

When the sword fell, the ninth uncle looked at Wu Qizhe subconsciously. He didn't believe that the two apprentices had the courage to stop him.

Wu Qizhe did not escape, nor did he intend to hide it, he went straight to Xiaoyu and looked at Ninth Uncle.

"Don't hurt her, Ninth Uncle."

"Brother Qizhe!" Tingting shouted worriedly.

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

Xiaoyu put her hands on the ground, looking at Wu Qizhe and Xiaoyu's flirting expressions, her eyes couldn't hide the sadness and sadness, and her complexion was extremely pale.

"What are you going to do, you can stop her, she is a ghost!" Jiu Shu warned sternly.

"I know." Wu Qizhe pushed away the tip of the sword that Uncle Jiu pointed at Xiaoyu, crouched down, and held Xiaoyu's hand.

The cold hand, without a trace of temperature, is colder than last night, holding it in the hand, like holding a thousand-year-old ice, bone-chilling.

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

It's very cold, besides being cold, it's chilling.

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

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

"Why do you want to save me?"

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

Why does he still hold tightly, not going to let go.

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