Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

Wen Xiaoai sucked the bitten finger, frowned, floating in the air looking at Wu Zhihan surrounded by a dozen ghost soldiers.

However, these ordinary ghost soldiers, how could they be the opponents of Wu Zhihan, who had resentment incarnate as a ghost.

With a harsh and harsh ghost cry, dozens of ghost soldiers have been torn by Wu Zhihan's hand for nearly half.

Wu Zhi smiled triumphantly, and the evening breeze blew her loose long hair so hard that her pale and bloodless face made people look scared.

Wen Xiaoai knew that these ghost soldiers would not be her opponents.

She was just a little tired from fighting, so she looked for these ghost soldiers to stop her for a while, so she could take this time to think about how she could deal with Wu Zhihan.

However, until Wu Zhihan tore up all the ghost soldiers, Wen Xiaoai didn't think of any sure way to come out.

"Sister, can you find the black and white impermanence? Ghosts can send judges." Seeing that the ghost soldiers couldn't stop Wu Zhihan, the young man underneath came up with this method in a hurry.

As long as they come, it is a matter of the underworld.

"No, they will take you away when they come."

Escape privately from the underworld, even if it is not the original intention, but it is the same, it is a big crime to be caught back.

Originally, it was difficult for Baozi to reincarnate, and with this crime, let alone reborn.

Baozi is so courageous, how can he live in that dark ghost place forever.

"But there is no other way besides this."

Although he hadn't known each other for long, Wen Xiaoai ignored his own safety for him, which moved the young man beyond words.

Even if he couldn't find what he was looking for, it was worth knowing his sister.

"I can. My Wen Xiaoai hasn't lost in my life, and neither will this time."

Wen Xiaoai said, with a move of his finger, blood came out of the finger that had just been sucked so tightly that he did not bleed.

Wen Xiaoai quickly drew a blood symbol in the other palm. Before Wu Zhihan rushed over, his body flashed and walked around Wu Zhihan's back. He patted the palm with the blood symbol on Wu Zhihan's. Back of the head.

There was a flash of blood, but the scene that was expected to disappear in smoke did not happen.

Wu Zhihan just screamed, then quickly turned around and gave Wen Xiaoai a blow.

Wen Xiaoai's move just now didn't seem to cause any harm to her at all.

Wen Xiaoai was a little dazed by the blow that he had just taken the risk, but failed. One was out of control, but Wu Zhihan was hit.

Wen Xiaoai's body was like a paper kite with a broken thread, flying upside down.

"sister."

The boy cried out in shock.

Between the lightning and flint, a black figure rushed at lightning speed, put one arm around Wen Xiaoai's waist, and after holding her upside-down body firmly in his arms, he wanted to take advantage of the momentum to chase down. Wu Zhihan repelled.

Wen Xiaoai slammed into it, but when he looked up, he saw that the person who saved her was a man wearing a black mask, covering his face and wearing a black cloak.

Wen Xiaoai knew very well that even though the other person was wearing a mask, she had never dealt with this person, let alone knew this person.

However, the breath in this person...

After the opponent's blow forced Wu Zhihan back, Wen Xiaoai took advantage of the opponent's unpreparedness and gave the opponent a severe blow, and escaped from the opponent's arms.

The man was unprepared and was caught off guard by Wen Xiaoai's hand.

A sweet in his mouth, a **** mouthful, but he swallowed it again.

His only pair of eyes exposed outside the mask looked at Wen Xiaoai who was steadily on the ground in disbelief. The injury in his eyes was distressing.