She amazed the world after the divorce

Chapter 3362 Shen Tianyu 762

A very beautiful ghost!

She looks to be only in her twenties or thirties.

He was tall and slender, with a figure like bamboo. He wore a luxurious black brocade robe and black boots. His hair was tied up, and it was black, shiny, and smooth. Although his face was deathly pale, his features were very handsome. He had long eyebrows that reached his temples, a nose like a hanging gall bladder, and a pair of upturned phoenix eyes that were full of charm and elegance.

Wuya Zi was taken aback.

Ninety-nine percent of the ghosts he had seen before were hideous and ugly, either with long tongues sticking out, crooked noses and eyes, missing arms or legs, exposed bones on their faces, maggots crawling on their heads, or covered in blood.

Bizarre and disgusting.

This is the first time I've ever seen such a dignified and luxurious ghost.

Wuya Zi blinked hard, looking utterly astonished, and asked, "Are you really a ghost?"

King Qian smiled, revealing teeth as white as jade.

He was not afraid in the slightest of the magical artifacts that Wuya Zi had placed aside, such as the peach wood sword, the whisk, and the Yin-Yang mirror.

He walked to the sofa by the wall, leaned down and sat down, picked up a strand of black hair from his neck, crossed his long legs, and said, "You could say that I am an immortal soul."

Wuya Zi stared intently at him.

Although he could stand, sit, and walk, his figure was unsteady, as if he could be blown away by the wind at any moment.

Wuya Zi coughed and said, "Boy, I, your humble servant, have a heart that cherishes life. Seeing your beauty, I cannot bear to kill you. Go back to your old place and stay there obediently. Don't come out and harm anyone. You are too young and do not know how dangerous the world is. I have a merciful heart, but I cannot withstand the wickedness of others. If you are beaten to a pulp, you will be gone forever. What a pity!"

Sheng Po's beautiful, long eyes stared straight at Wu Ya Zi.

I was utterly speechless.

This old Taoist priest's values ​​really follow his physical appearance.

He was cursing so fiercely just now, vowing to destroy that old devil, Prince Qian, but now that he's appeared, he's suddenly become all compassionate.

Sheng Po picked up the clothes and put them on.

Na Qian Dynasty blew a breath.

Sheng Po felt a chill in the hand holding the clothes, as if frozen by a cold aura, and the shirt fell onto the bed.

He sat cross-legged on the bed, shirtless.

Prince Qian squinted his phoenix eyes and looked him up and down with an intimate gaze, from his face to his chest, then to his abs, to his waist and hips, and finally to his legs.

He nodded repeatedly as he admired the body, saying, "Not bad, not bad, I am nine-tenths satisfied with this body."

He blew another breath into his face.

Sheng Po felt a wave of yin energy rushing towards him, and thought he was going to be disfigured.

After waiting for a while, I didn't feel any burning sensation on my face.

The numbness in my lips gradually disappeared.

He raised his hand and touched his lips, which were still swollen but had returned to normal.

Na Qianwang curled one corner of his lips into a wicked smile, "It looks better this way."

Wuya Zi said, "Pretty little devil, I'm talking to you, can't you hear me, or don't you understand? Hurry up and leave. This Gu Family Manor is full of hidden talents, each with extraordinary skills. I won't do anything to you, but I can't stand up to that ruthless old Taoist, Master Mao Jun. If he makes a move, you will be beaten to a pulp."

Qian Wang forced a smile, his lips pale. "Master, there's no need to worry. His son's house is haunted. He boarded a plane this evening and returned to Maoshan."

Sheng Po thought to himself that this ghost was quite intelligent, knowing how to lure the tiger away from the mountain.

The son of Master Mao is not a practitioner.

He knows how to pick the easy targets.

Wu Yazi said, "There's also Dugu Cheng, that guy is also very skilled."

Prince Qian remained calm and composed. "He has to protect that little girl and can't spare the time. The little girl's name is Xianxian, right?"

Wuya Zi got angry, "You pretty little brat! Why are you so stubborn? I'm letting you go to save you! Don't you understand?"

Qian Wang pressed his pale, slender fingers on the sofa, then looked around the bedroom and said, "I'm tired of living in that mausoleum and want to move to a different place."

He pointed at Sheng Po and said, "This kid is mine now. Dao Wa, you can leave. I'll spare you because you praised my good looks."

Wuya Zi retorted angrily, "How dare you call me Daowa? I'm over a hundred years old!"

Prince Qian raised his long, slender fingers and gently calculated, "I can't remember how old I am, maybe a little over a thousand or two thousand? A mere hundred-something-year-old is nothing but a little child in front of me?"

Wuya Zi's face turned cold. "You're not leaving, are you?"

King Qian squinted at Sheng Po's face, his eyes filled with admiration and lust. "I won't leave. It's rare to encounter such a beautiful face. She has some skill, but not too strong, making her easy to possess."

"Then don't blame me for being impolite!" Wuya Zi swung his peach wood sword and slashed at Prince Qian!

Prince Qian gently lifted his long sleeves.

Wuya Zi felt a chilling ghostly aura rushing towards him!

He couldn't move the hand holding the sword.

He tried his best, but he still couldn't move.

He chanted incantations, but he could only chant; he couldn't summon the magic power within him.

He cursed loudly, "You damned thousand-year-old ghost! What on earth did you do to me, the Taoist priest?"

Qian Wang stared at Sheng Po's face without looking away, and said casually, "It's just a little bit of ghostly energy. Your studies are too diverse, and you keep ghosts on your body. Your yin and evil energy is too heavy, and you're also too old. That kid Shen has less yin and evil influence, so he can still exchange a few moves with me, but you can't even last three moves."

Wuya Zi was so angry at being looked down upon that he turned red in the face!

Prince Qian stood up, and in a flash, he appeared before Sheng Po!

He grabbed his neck with one hand and pressed the other hand against the top of his head, trying to pull his soul out of his body.

Sheng Po's handsome face was enveloped by a powerful yin energy, gradually turning into a ferocious expression.

He tried to struggle, but the power of the demon king was even greater than it had been at dusk.

Wuya Zi was still unable to move.

He cursed loudly, "You old devil! You evil spirit! What are you going to do to Ah Po? Let him go!"

He disregarded his pride and shouted loudly out the window, "Help! Help! Tianyu! Dugu Cheng! Come and save Apo! Apo is in trouble!"

Prince Qian waved his hand.

Wuya Zi's mouth was frozen by the cold air, and he couldn't utter a single word.

The Prince Qian placed his hand on Sheng Po's crown, a sinister smile spreading across his face, and said, "I originally intended to wait until midnight to make my move, but since you'll be on guard, I won't be picky about the time. Come on!"

Sheng Po suddenly felt a splitting headache.

It felt as if my seven souls and six spirits were about to be pulled out of my body!

His name is Sheng Po, but at this moment he is unable to control his soul.

He could even clearly feel the sensation of his soul leaving his body, a sensation no less intense than having his tendons and bones stripped away, or his skin replaced.

He was in so much pain that his very soul was screaming!

"boom!"

Suddenly, a gunshot rang out!

A bullet came in through the window!

The hand that was gripping Sheng Po's crown paused, and his ethereal figure staggered.

Sheng Po could clearly smell the burning smell of bullets. There was a strange burnt smell in the air, unlike burnt meat or burnt paper. It was an indescribable smell that he had never smelled before.

Gu Jinyao, gun in hand, jumped in through the window.

He pointed his gun at King Naqian and fired!