Feeling the restlessness coming from the pen tip, Feng Xue raised the corners of her mouth slightly, went to the study room, opened a piece of white paper, held up the pen with her non-dominant hand, and said softly:
"Bi Xian, Bi Xian, you are my past life, and I am your current life. If you want to continue our relationship with me, please draw a circle on the pen."
Although the ceremony to invite the Bixian is simple, people like Feng Xue would usually not be able to invite him. But who told him that he had already been possessed by the Bixian before this?
Therefore, almost as soon as he finished reciting the incantation, the pen in his hand automatically started writing on the paper. It was not a trembling circle, but a large and beautiful character——
"die!"
"Hey, I know you're dead. You don't have to mention it often. I just want to ask you something..."
"die!"
"Well, I didn't ask you any forbidden questions. I just want to know if you were a man or a woman, how old you were before you died, and if you can come out and meet..."
"die!"
"Fuck! You don't want to be embarrassed, right?" Feng Xue looked at the pen master who was "dead" no matter what he asked. He slapped the table on the spot, slapped the book of life and death on the table, and pressed the pen In the Book of Life and Death, it says:
"Why don't you try writing another one for me?!"
"Swish!"
"Swish!"
"Swish!"
The sound of the pen tip rubbing against the paper kept sounding. The expensive pen just dragged Feng Xue's hand and kept writing and drawing on the book of life and death, but he couldn't write a word. Feng Xue could even feel that, The feeling of being anxious and about to cry is coming back from the pen.
Feng Xue had no sympathy for this and said calmly:
"Write, why don't you write? Keep going! You're still squeamish when I talk to you, right? Do you really think that if you call me Bixian, you will become an immortal? Ah? Why don't you talk? Aren't you very capable? "
Feng Xue's provocative words came out of her mouth. Almost every time she dropped a syllable, the pen would tremble twice. It felt as if the pen was about to be crushed.
But unfortunately, this pen is an illusion.
Unless it possesses destructive powers, it cannot be crushed at all.
"You're laughing so hard, you have so much ability and you still let people die all day long? Ah, by the way, you can draw circles except for death. I understand, you are illiterate, right? How pitiful, you can't even die in the city in vain Do you know if there is a school? How about I send you to get gold plated?"
"Ahhhhhhhh-"
The piercing scream shook the glass, but I don't know if it was because the decibels were not enough, or if there was something special about the glass in this room. After a burst of noise, no side was really broken.
When Feng Xue saw this situation, the smile on her face became even stronger and she grinned:
"Haha, I thought you could scream like a banshee, but I didn't expect that you can't even break the glass. With this little ability, you still imitate others and kill people, you bastard!"
"Die!!!" A voice full of resentment was transmitted directly to the brain along the finger bones. Feng Xue's hand holding the pen suddenly rose uncontrollably, and the sharp fingertips went straight towards the eyeball.
However, this movement stopped abruptly just as it started. A just right force neutralized the force of raising the hand without any unnecessary force, causing the arm to stop in mid-air.
Feng Xue, on the other hand, took out a bottle of milk from somewhere and poured half of it into her mouth, then suddenly squirted it into the hand holding the pen——
"ah--"
A scream that was several times more piercing than before exploded from Feng Xue's left hand. When Feng Xue saw this, she touched her hand behind her and immediately pulled out a roll of plastic wrap and flicked it hard.
Originally, it was very difficult to shake off the cling film like this, but with the help of Wuxiang Shentong and other magical skills, the cling film was like a white practice, accurately circling several times in the air, and wrapping up a rough human shape. .
"Come down you!"
Seeing that she had successfully caught the target, Feng Xue raised the corners of her mouth and used her arms to pull down the transparent existence suspended in the air.
"Eat me [The Demonic Appearances: The Hundred-Armed Giant Capture]!"
Feng Xue shouted the name of a very outrageous move. A pair of arms changed in the air, as if there were hundreds of arms dancing. The transparent existence that was only wrapped twice was immediately completely wrapped and turned into a human form. The cling film rice dumplings fell to the ground.
Well, maybe it would be more polite to say mummy.
"Ah ah ah ah ah……"
The mummy wrapped in plastic wrap struggled wildly, twisting back and forth like a maggot, but Feng Xue grinned, took out the increasingly thin old friend's penis from his waist and put it back into his pocket, although at this time with cow's tears It was the same, but after learning from the lesson of the eldest daughter of the Ke family, he chose to protect his eyes from these strange existences.
With the filter installed, the world in my eyes has not changed at all. No, it seems there is still something there. For example, the completely transparent body wrapped in plastic wrap finally has a complete form.
"You, what are you going to do?"
Maybe it was the cognitive impact of the filter, or maybe he saw something wrong in Feng Xue's eyes, but Bixian finally spoke words that Feng Xue could understand.
When Feng Xue saw this, she took a sip of saliva and looked at this beauty who was second only to the eldest lady of the Ke family in the days when he used the filter... Ahem, the female ghost picked it up from the ground and looked at the bumps up and down. She has a good figure and is very dissatisfied with wearing a blue and white sportswear.
"You ignored me when I talked to you. Are you willing to speak now?"
"Let me go first!" Miss Bixian wailed, but Feng Xue still maintained the posture of carrying a cat, bringing the translucent pretty face wrapped in plastic wrap in front of her. She showed a disgusting expression and looked at the female ghost up and down with salty eyes. Not to mention, if this sportswear was replaced with a skirt, she would really feel a bit fairy-like...
Well, the premise is to remove the plastic wrap.
As a phantom derivative, Bixian had never seen such a battle before. He immediately panicked and struggled hard while making some sharp sounds, but Feng Xue was completely unmoved and just pulled out two more pieces of plastic wrap. The twisted rope was used to hang her on the roof. Fortunately, the ghost didn't weigh much, otherwise the lamp might not have been able to hold up.
"Let me go. If you want to ask anything, just say it. I'll tell you everything!"
As if she found that she really couldn't get rid of the plastic wrap containing nitrite, Miss Bixian lowered her head in humiliation, but Feng Xue folded her arms at this time and said with a stern face:
"Wouldn't it be better to do this earlier? Now? It's too late!"
"Then what do you want?" Miss Bixian was startled by Feng Xue's sight, and said weakly: "I am just a Bixian, and I can't do anything except channeling and divination."
"Oh, are you really good at psychics? I thought you could only write 'death'! Okay, then listen up, let me ask you... what do you think I will do to you next?" ?”
(End of chapter)
