Chapter 986

The young man with yellow hair came out whistling.

He can't see their souls.

Qingqing looked at the young man with yellow hair coming and opened his mouth, "unkind, unjust and unfilial, a villain, with human life on his hands."

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

Other souls around rushed over.

Qingqing looked at the movements of the ghosts, and she turned her mouth.

So many ghosts, stop killing people.

She floated past.

The young man went on, but ghosts surrounded him.

These ghosts are sucking his Yang.

The Yellow haired youth suddenly felt dizzy. He stopped and supported the suddenly weak body against the wall.

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

The ghosts stopped sucking. They weren't full yet.

Of course, even if the Yellow haired youth are sucked clean, they will not be full.

The young man with yellow hair felt his body suddenly weak, and everything in front of him had a shadow.

There seems to be something red in front.

The Yellow haired youth wiped his eyes and looked carefully.

There are red things, but why are there still ghosts.

He held the wall forward for a few steps.

After that, I saw Qingqing's exquisite appearance from a close distance.

He didn't notice Qingqing's ancient clothes, but saw her exquisite and beautiful face.

Qingqing knows that if she is sucked by a ghost, the yellow hair in front of her will be contaminated with ghost gas. Naturally, she will also see her.

She pulled up her hair on her shoulder and smiled charmingly, "do I look good?"

The Yellow haired young man's saliva was about to flow out. He nodded immediately when he heard the speech.

"Good... Very nice..."

He held out his hand and wanted to touch Qingqing.

Just about to meet Qingqing's red clothes, Qingqing moved.

She stretched out her hands and looked at the Yellow haired youth coldly, "then you can give me this pair of nails and take care of them!"

Qingqing's hands poked into the moon Hun's chamber of the Yellow haired youth.

"Ah ah..."

Huang Mao looked down at the hand of Yue Xiong and shouted in horror.

Unfortunately, this piece has already been bound, and no sound can be heard outside.

The blood slowly flowed out.

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

I felt almost, so I took it out.

She looked at the nails on her hands. The color was more beautiful than before.

The Yellow haired youth had fallen down and lay in the corridor of the apartment.

Qingqing's nails had a new maintenance, and she was in a happy mood.

"Let's go, sir. We won't come out tonight. Let's go out!"

"Yes!"

"What on earth is Sir doing?"

"Don't ask children..."

“……”

The chat of ghosts gradually disappeared.

In the corridor of the apartment, only a yellow haired youth fainted there.

After more than ten minutes, the body moved.

The Yellow haired youth sat up, recalled the previous scene, and immediately opened his clothes.

There is a pair of handprints in front of his moon.

"Ah ah..."

Seeing this mark, the Yellow haired youth shouted uncontrollably again.

He really went to hell!

The Yellow haired young man got up from the ground and hurriedly ran home.

As he galloped, he shouted loudly in his mouth.

"Ah ah..."

The whole floor was startled by his voice.

"Howl what! Your mother is dead!"

"Shit! Sick!!!"

"Go to hell!!!"

"Get out!"

“……”

In the middle of the night, all kinds of unpleasant words sounded.