Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

When a woman wearing black clothes, black trousers and a peaked cap came into the wind, the vinyl raincoat hanging above moved in the abandoned factory.

Water was still dripping from it, drop by drop, falling to the ground.

The puddle of water on the ground was wet and cold to the bone.

The sound of water drops echoed in the empty factory, and the sound was particularly loud.

Yun Si stood calmly at the door of the factory wearing wide-leg shorts with her pockets inserted.

It just blocks the air outlet, the hair is flying, and the face is exquisite and flamboyant.

Her eyes fell on a pair of black rubber rain boots placed in the corner of the factory, and her tone was cold: "Come out."

Two short words, concise and concise, cold and cool, with a dashing posture.

There was still silence in the factory.

There is only the sound of water drops, falling drop by drop at a constant speed, echoing in the air.

Yun Si looked calm, "Don't make me say it a second time."

Her penetrating voice, with strong pressure, centered on herself and spread to the surroundings.

The strong air flow directly lifted the hanging raincoat and flipped it to the ground, and the sound of water drops disappeared immediately.

Time seemed to have stopped at this moment, the time gears were stuck, and the sound of the wind also stopped.

The delicate-looking woman raised her eyes with cold eyes.

Inside the factory, it was stagnant for a long time.

After a long, long time.

A dark figure slowly walked out from the huge plaque in the factory.

He is tall and strong, and his footsteps are extremely heavy when he walks.

He stepped on the ruins with his bare feet and slowly raised his head.

He had a pale and voluptuous face, bloodthirsty red eyes, and his lips were extremely pale, as if they were smeared with the blood of a dead person.

The demonic aura on his body was strong, and the smell of blood was overwhelming.

His fists were clenched and his anger was overwhelming. He was completely exposed to the air, staring at the woman opposite with strong hostility.

"Are you, Yun Si?"

His voice was somewhat yin and yang, as if it was underdeveloped, and extremely weird.

I couldn't tell what the tone was, but it just made people feel uncomfortable.

Intense discomfort.

Yun Si put her pockets in her pockets and looked at the strong man opposite him, who was two heads taller than him, with a cold expression.

"When did you take shape through cultivation?" she asked.

The man looked her up and down, his lifeless eyes were horribly red.

He was pacing slowly, surrounding her, observing her with a strong gaze, and the hostility in his body seemed to have dissipated.

This is the same kind of scent.

People of the same kind are naturally more friendly.

He snorted coldly and said, "I have already transformed into a human form. It's just that you don't care about us juniors, so you don't go back to see me."

His tone was even more wrong.

Yun Si paused and looked sideways, "When did I stop caring about you?"

"Is it possible that you were bullied in my absence?"

The man walked to the ruins and sat with his legs open. His red eyes were cold: "What do you think?"

Of course, it is impossible to bully. The Bianhua family is extremely defensive and united.

Evil spirits can bully one or two flowers, but they are absolutely no match for thousands of fireworks.

In addition, Yun Si, as the first flower demon from the other side, has strong demonic power and has already gained a reputation.

Now in hell, the Flower Clan on the other side is the dominant family, and no ghost dares to bully them.

Even the Lord of Hell was respectful to the Flower of the End on the roadside of Huangquan and did not dare to show any sympathy.

Of course that's not what he meant, he just wanted to ridicule her.

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