Chapter 949 Mr. Ghost, A Dream (20)

The blond-haired youth came out whistling.

He couldn't see Qingqing's souls.

Qingqing looked at the yellow-haired young man approaching, and opened her mouth, "You are not benevolent, righteous or filial, you are a villain, and you still have human life on your hands."

As soon as Qingqing said this, the little boy beside him rushed over immediately.

The other souls around rushed over.

Qingqing looked at the actions of the ghosts, she curled her lips.

There are so many ghosts, don't kill people anymore.

She floated past.

The young man went on, but ghosts surrounded him.

These ghosts are all sucking his yang energy.

The yellow-haired young man suddenly felt dizzy, he stopped, and supported the wall to support his suddenly weak body.

"All right, all right, don't kill anyone."

The ghosts stopped smoking reluctantly, they were not full yet.

Of course, even if the yellow-haired youths are sucked clean, they will not be full.

The yellow-haired young man felt his body weaken suddenly, and everything in front of him was shadowed.

There seems to be something red in front of it.

The yellow-haired young man wiped his eyes and looked carefully.

There is something red, but why is there still a double image?

He leaned on the wall and took a few steps forward.

Later, I saw Qingqing's delicate face at a close distance.

He didn't notice Qingqing's ancient clothes, only saw her delicate and beautiful appearance.

Qingqing knew that being sucked by a ghost, the yellow hair in front of her eyes would be tainted with ghost aura, so she would naturally see her.

She rolled up her hair on her shoulders, showing a charming smile, "Do I look good?"

The yellow-haired young man was about to drool, and nodded immediately upon hearing this.

"It's... very beautiful..."

He stretched out his hand, wanting to touch Qingqing.

Just when she was about to touch Qingqing's red dress, Qingqing moved.

She stretched out her hands and looked coldly at the yellow-haired young man, "Then you can take care of my nails!"

Qingqing's hands stabbed into the chest of the yellow-haired young man.

"Ahhhhhh..."

Huang Mao looked down at Yue Xiongzhong's hand, and screamed in horror.

It's a pity that a barrier has already been laid on this area, and no sound can be heard from outside.

Blood flowed out slowly.

Qingqing felt the touch of blood and nails, and an excited expression appeared on her face.

I felt that it was almost done, so I took it out again.

She looked at the nails on her hands, the color was more colorful than before.

The yellow-haired young man had fallen down, and his body was lying in the corridor of the apartment.

Qingqing's nails had a new maintenance, and she felt a little happier.

"Let's go, sir won't come out tonight, let's go out to play!"

"Great!"

"What exactly are you doing, sir?"

"Don't ask kids..."

"..."

The chatter of the ghosts gradually faded away.

In the corridor of the apartment, there was only a yellow-haired young man fainted there.

After more than ten minutes, the body moved.

The yellow-haired young man sat up, recalled the previous scene, and immediately pulled off his clothes.

There is a handprint in front of his crescent moon.

"Ahhhhhh..."

Seeing this mark, the yellow-haired youth yelled uncontrollably again.

What the hell he is!

The yellow-haired young man got up from the ground and ran home in a panic.

Following his galloping movements, he was still yelling loudly.

"Ahhh..."

Residents on the entire floor were startled by his voice.

"Howling! Your mother is dead!"

"Damn! I'm sick!!!"

"Die!!!"

"Get out!"

"..."

In the middle of the night, various unpleasant words rang out.