Looking at the ghost in front of him, Xuanyuan Jimo was terrified and disappeared. He looked at the little guy in his arms who was about to burst. Thinking of the man's actions just now, his heart warmed up. His blue eyes slightly deepened. He lowered his head and approached Wen Jiu's ears and said hoarsely: "Ajiu, I saw her, isn't she a human being?"

There was a slight tremor in his voice. If the little guy was hurt, when he thought of such a possibility, the hostility in Xuanyuan Jimo's eyes seemed to have been transformed. The ghost that had just been hidden was coldly targeted by Xuanyuan Jimo again.

Wen Jiu, who was about to be angry, listened to the trembling voice, thinking that even if a powerful person saw this thing for the first time, he would be a little scared, even if he was himself at that time...

As soon as his heart moved, he turned around in Xuanyuan Jimo's arms, raised his head and frowned with the man's beautiful face, "I'm not afraid, it's just a bunch of resentment, with Ajiu."

As soon as Wen Jiu said, Xuanyuan Jimo's evil aura was a little solidified, and there were many smiles in his dark blue eyes, and there were stars. The little guy was so reluctant to let go.

After saying that, Wen Jiu looked at the handsome man in front of him who had returned to normal. He couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth, and his big cat's eyes bent: "The old man said, if you see too much, you won't be afraid. Ajiu allows you to see it."

"Okay!" Xuanyuan Jimo let go of his hand and agreed softly.

Wen Jiu's eyes, who got the answer, bent into crescent-like eyes, stretched out her white and tender hands, silently chanted the spell in her mouth, and finished her fingers quickly pinching the magic formula, and forced a drop of blood to hit Xuanyuan Jimo's eyebrows, shouting coldly: "With my power, Kai'er's Heavenly Eye, open!"

Xuanyuan Jimo, who felt something crawling into his eyebrows, froze his body. Thinking that these were made by the little guy in front of him, the tense muscles all over his body also relaxed. The murderous intent gathered in his chest instantly dissipated.

After doing all this, Wen Jiu opened her eyes wide and blinked at Xuanyuan Jimo and said, "How is it?"

In his usual tone, Xuanyuan Jimo could hear the hidden uneasiness and anxiety. What did the little guy experience when he could hide his emotions like this?

"Ajiu, why are you still not confident in yourself?" Xuanyuan Jimo, who was heartbroken, teased softly without any trace on his face.

Wen Jiu, who was still unbelieving, looked at Xuanyuan Jimo suspiciously, pointed to the infant spirit behind him who was about to attack him and said, "Can you see it?"

"Yes!" Xuanyuan Jimo glanced lightly at the ground covered in blood and purple, and nodded in response.

"Hey, it was successful for the first time? The old man clearly said it was difficult to open the sky eye. Could he lie to me?" Wen Jiu was happy at first, and then frowned. She was still fooled by the old man, although she had no friends in her previous life that she needed her to open the sky eye.

The baby spirit beside him: "Lie, mom, they can see me, they are not afraid of me, mom, they are lying."

The infant spirit's voice was sharp and sharp, with a strong resentment. The wild beasts sleeping deep in the hill beside him were startled.

The sound continued to spread. Liu Zhi, who brought people to the old village chief's house, was stunned by the continuous sound of the baby crying and joy. Before he could say anything, he saw the old village chief's family kneeling down with a "bang".

The mother died before she was born. The fetal spirit that was forced to death in her belly turned into a resentful spirit. Her purple body expanded into blood red, and her dark eyes stared at Wen Jiu tightly. Ordinary babies had no teeth, but because of their mother's indulgence, this baby spirit killed the creatures in the mountains and grew sharp teeth.

Seeing that the two of them were not moving, the infant spirit thought they were controlled by him. He opened his mouth and prepared to eat the flesh and blood.

Looking at the purple-black mouth inside, Xuanyuan Jimo took action faster than Wenjiu. I don’t know if it was the reason for the purple qi. Xuanyuan Jimo not only met the infant spirit, but also accurately pinched the infant spirit’s neck.

Xuanyuan Jimo, who was covered with purple aura, met the infant spirit, and was like fire. The infant spirit carrying the neck made a shrill call, and the purple aura in his body made it extremely weak.

Soon, the sensitivity to danger made Xuanyuan Jimo pinch the infant spirit with one hand, and put warm wine with the other, and raised the things in his hand and said calmly: "Do you care about your son?"

"My son has become a baby spirit, and you won't let it go. You should die, die..." His hoarse and broken voice evoked the mandrill in the deep mountains, and a strange wind blew from the top of the mountain.

Wenjiu, who was hidden behind Xuanyuan Jimo, looked at the aroused mandrill, then looked at the female ghost in front of him, and said in a complicated way: "If you can help you avenge your mandrill, you should be a good person during your lifetime." Ordinary evil ghosts cannot curse at all, and it is impossible for them to have such great resentment when the black dog blood is covered with the grave, but if there is no problem with the help of spiritual creatures like Shandrill.

"Ha, good man." The sound like a broken copper smiled strangely at Wenjiu: "Little girl, this world cannot tolerate good men. Look at that room of evil people are not dead yet."

"One per year is soon," Wen Jiu continued lightly.

"One is only one a year, not enough. I want them to die and to die, and to die." The shrill shouts made the mountain, which was already strong and strong, whistling violently.

Xuanyuan Jimo, who was in front of Wen Jiu, smiled slightly, his fingers slowly tightened, and the purple air in his body wrapped around the body like crazy, as if he was about to eat it all.

The cry of the infant spirit recalled the female ghost's mind, turned his head and looked at Xuanyuan Jimo fiercely and shouted shrillly: "Give back your son to me, I'll let you leave and return it to me."

"Let me go?" Xuanyuan Jimo raised his eyebrows and looked at Wenjiu, whose body was covered in soil, and said, "I haven't tried killing ghosts yet. I wonder if it will feel different?"

"You!" The female ghost didn't dare to approach the man who was holding his son. Even the evil aura was frightened. Looking at his son's painful appearance, the female ghost shouted shrillly and rushed over with the violent death of Xuanyuan Jimo.

"Your way will make me think you don't want to see your husband anymore!" Wenjiu said to the female ghost who was flying towards him: "I originally wanted to reunite your family and become a family again. It seems that you don't want to?"

Wen Jiu didn't know why the moment the female ghost pounced on Xuanyuan Jimo, she actually wanted to ask her to pay tribute to A Bi, but she couldn't move the unjust ghost.

If Xuanyuan Jimo turned around at this time, he would definitely see that Wen Jiu's clear eyes were covered with blood mist, and even Wen Jiu himself did not know about blood mist.
Chapter completed!