Prince Zhuang Fujin

Chapter 293 The Source of Everything (2)
When she was not in use, Qiyue's eyes locked on a young master, who was a little thin, handsome, wearing a blue shirt, holding a folding fan, with a charming smile on his face, walking with the young man on the street.

Qiyue called the servant girl and whispered something to her, the servant girl nodded her head, went to the deck and called to the young master: "My young master, my lady said that she is destined for you, so I invite you to come on board and have a talk."

Wen Honghan was dumbfounded when he heard that, and then pointed to himself. The servant girl smiled and nodded, and the two boys took the planks of the boat and boarded the shore.

The street vendors looked at Wen Honghan enviously, and whispered: "This Qiyue girl suddenly appeared in the past few days, and her painting boat can directly bring the guests who are interested. She is very talented. She joined the army before. The young master Buren spent a lot of money trying to see her but never got to see her. In the end, the young master Buren didn't get angry and went back home directly."

When Wen Honghan listened, he felt a sense of pride in his heart. After thinking about it, he beat the folding fan and got on the boat.

After withdrawing the board, the boat continued to row, and disappeared in front of everyone's eyes in a short while.

"Sir, sit down!" Qiyue smiled at Wen Honghan, who nodded with a smile, and took his seat, while his servant was led away to enjoy tea.

The two servant girls also retreated after serving the tea, Wen Honghan looked at Qiyue, and then said with a smile: "I, Wen Honghan, don't know the girl's name yet!"

"Qiyue." Qiyue smiled slightly, and that smile carried some obfuscation techniques that ghosts can more or less know.

Wen Honghan was really fascinated by this smile, he got up and approached Qiyue unconsciously, the corner of Qiyue's mouth curled into a smug smile, her fingernails grew long quickly under the breeding of resentment, which looked a little scary.

Taking advantage of Wen Honghan's confusion, Qi Yue stretched out her hand towards Wen Honghan's chest.

Just when she was about to succeed, a black shadow suddenly appeared, slapped her hand away, snatched Wen Honghan away, and put him on the deck beside him, and the shadow man was a beautiful threesome A woman in her early teens.At this moment, she was looking at Qiyue expressionlessly, with murderous intent in her reddish eyes.

"Ghost?" Qiyue looked at her for a long time, and found that this woman was a ghost just like her, but she was obviously more capable than her. It seemed that she had died many years ago.

Wen He glared at Qiyue angrily, and said angrily: "I don't care if you cause harm to others, but if you dare to hurt my son, I will kill you!"

"I don't know who will die. I'll see the real chapter!" Qiyue took a step and rushed towards Wen He's body. The nails on both hands became longer, and Wen He's nails also grew longer. As long as a sharp sword, the two fought back and forth on the deck.

It's just that the battle between the two didn't last long. Qiyue is a new soul after all, and even if she gets some of the shikigami's energy, she can't compare to Wen He, who has been dead for 18 years.

She is inferior to others in light obsession and illusion, not to mention that she is still trapped in the human shell.

The more she hits, the bigger the smile on the corner of Qiyue's mouth becomes.

Such an old ghost is much more useful than Wen Honghan's soul that was born in a cloudy year. Qiyue turned over and went back to the violinist, suddenly plucked the strings, the third string broke, and shot towards Wen Honghan. He, heard that He is chasing Qiyue, how could he expect Qiyue to be so insidious.

What is hidden in the strings is the blood of children. This kind of filth can nourish the soul, and it can even make the ghost lose its strength and become weak and unable to move.

The strings pierced into Wen He's soul, Qiyue continued to play the piano, the virgin blood poured into Wen He's soul, and within a short while Wen He fell down.

(End of this chapter)