"Jiaojiao, I'm here to pick you up, come with me." The male ghost's voice was like the ice of deep winter, sending chills down your spine.
As soon as he entered the room, he drifted towards Zhang Jiaojiao.
Chen Yan took out a peach wood sword from behind and pointed it at the male ghost.
"Don't get close to my daughter! Otherwise I will make you disappear into ashes!"
Chen Yan held the peach wood sword tightly with both hands, and his eyes were full of determination, with a sense of justice that he was ready to send the male ghost to the eighteenth level of hell at any time.
She spent 900,000 to get this mahogany sword from the eminent monk of Yinchen Temple.
The eminent monk said that no matter how long the ghost has been practicing or how vicious it is, as long as it touches this sword, it will be wiped out in an instant.
The male ghost looked at the peach wood sword in Chen Yan's hand, which was not as long as his forearm. He raised his eyebrows disdainfully, stretched out two fingers, and pulled out the peach wood sword from Chen Yan's hand with a slight twitch.
"You want to use such a useless thing against me?"
The male ghost's fingers relaxed, and the peach wood sword fell to the ground, making a bang-bang-bang sound.
Everyone was shocked. Didn't even the famous magical weapon of Yinchen Temple work?
Chen Yan shrank into a ball in fear.
Zhang Jiaojiao didn't cry out in fear. How could a girl who had just turned eighteen have such courage?
"Jiaojiao isn't going anywhere. Get out of here, otherwise I won't blame you for being rude." Sang Luo finally spoke.
The male ghost laughed wildly, "Little girl, don't overestimate your abilities, otherwise I will take you away together, Grandpa Ghost!"
Zhang Jiaojiao suddenly jumped up and rushed towards the male ghost, "I'll just go with you! Don't hurt other people!"
Chen Yan and Zhang Heng quickly got up from the sofa when they saw their daughter suddenly having a seizure.
Chen Yan grabbed Zhang Jiaojiao, and Zhang Heng picked up the antique vase next to the sofa and threw it at the male ghost.
The male ghost frowned and blew lightly. Except for Sang Luo, who was still sitting peacefully on the sofa, everyone else was shocked two meters away by the male ghost's breath.
Wails all over the ground.
"What's the hurry? I want both." The male ghost said with a slight smile.
Then he floated towards Sang Luo and said, "I didn't realize it. You're a pretty good little girl, but I can't blow you away."
The male ghost stretched out his hand to touch Sang Luo's face, "Come here, let Grandpa Ghost see if you are a handsome little girl."
He said these slightly provocative words in a very cold voice, which was full of temptation. If Sang Luo was just a little kid who didn't know much about the world, he might have really fallen in love with him and started cultivating together with him.
But she is already a three-thousand-year-old ghost.
Sang Luo jumped up from the sofa and kicked the male ghost to the ground.
The male ghost was extremely angry and clenched his fists, and a strong wind began to blow outside the window.
"Seeking death!" The male ghost clenched his fists and was about to float over and hit Sang Luo.
Sang Luo put his two fingers together, raised his wrist, and a burst of golden light shone on his fingertips. Using the air as paper and his hand as a pen, he drew a talisman smoothly.
The male ghost's eyes flashed with astonishment. This little girl didn't need yellow talismans and cinnabar pens, but she could actually draw talismans with her bare hands?
After drawing it, Sang Luo pushed it with his palm, and the talisman fixed the male ghost in place, unable to move at all.
At this time, the lights suddenly turned on.
Zhang Heng and Chen Yan got up from the ground, ran to the male ghost, and took a closer look, "Oh! This male ghost is so handsome!"
Sang Luo sat on the sofa and glanced sideways.
This male ghost is indeed good-looking, with snow-white skin, a tall nose, slightly raised sword eyebrows, and black hair tied high on his head with a jade crown.
He looks like a handsome man in ancient costume.
The male ghost was extremely depressed. He had walked sideways in the human world for thousands of years, and he had never been so embarrassed before. Surrounded by these stupid humans, they looked at him like a monkey.
Where is his face?
"Look again, I'll dig out your eyeballs soon." The male ghost said viciously.
Zhang Heng and Chen Yan didn't dare to look any further, so they pulled Zhang Jiaojiao and sat back on the sofa.
Sang Luo picked up the tea on the table and took a sip, "If she wasn't handsome, your daughter wouldn't have to go to double cultivation with others."
"What?" Zhang Heng and Chen Yan said in unison.
Zhang Jiaojiao, who was sitting aside, looked flustered.
Zhang Heng became a little angry, grabbed Zhang Jiaojiao's arm, and asked sternly: "Jiaojiao, what's going on?"
"me..."
Zhang Jiaojiao was at a loss for words. She hesitated for a long time without saying anything. Tears fell from the corners of her eyes.
He kept sobbing but didn't speak.
Zhang Heng and Chen Yan were also very anxious. In front of Sang Luo, they felt a little unable to get off stage.
When he invited Sang Luo, he said that his daughter had been defiled by a ghost, but after a long time, it turned out that his daughter took the initiative?
Chen Yan slapped Zhang Jiaojiao on the face, and Zhang Jiaojiao cried even harder.
Zhang Heng roared angrily: "Can you stop crying? Can you explain this matter quickly?"
Zhang Jiaojiao still said nothing.
Chen Yan was anxious, "Jiaojiao, aren't your parents treating you badly? How can you leave with a male ghost just because you like him? You...you still do that kind of thing with him! And... pregnant!"
"What you told me at the beginning was that this male ghost forcibly defiled you. How could you lie to your mother?"
The male ghost was frozen in place with a confused look on his face, "What? What are you talking about?"
"What she is carrying is not a ghost fetus at all, but a human fetus." Sang Luo said calmly.
Chen Yan and Zhang Heng were even more confused, "What?"
Sang Luo glanced at Zhang Jiaojiao's belly as big as a watermelon, "This male ghost has only been in your house for three months. Jiaojiao's belly is obviously six months old. Haven't you ever suspected it?"
Chen Yan suddenly realized, "I've always felt something was wrong, but...but I thought that these ghost fetuses must be different from human fetuses, so the bigger ones should be faster. Unexpectedly..."
Zhang Heng slammed the cup on the ground, his face turning as red as a chili pepper, "Jiaojiao, you are just a freshman! How can you be pregnant?"
Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, the nanny quickly slipped back to her room to stay.
Sang Luo saw that Zhang Jiaojiao was crying sadly and her body was still shaking, so he persuaded her, "Jiaojiao, don't hide the truth from your parents now. Tell the truth."
"You have to bear the responsibility for what you do. What's the point of letting a ghost take the blame?"
The male ghost was so angry that he took a long breath, "I just found out that I am actually happy to be a father. Is this how you treat your savior?"
Zhang Jiaojiao wiped her tears and said, "I'm sorry..."
Zhang Heng glanced at the male ghost, his eyes full of disbelief, "Jiaojiao, this... this male ghost has saved you?"
It was the first time he had heard of ghosts not harming people, but actually saving people.
"This child actually belongs to my ex-boyfriend." Zhang Jiao said weakly.
