"Neither am I. It's just a chance encounter. You won't be so lucky next time." Baichuan Xiong said.

After saying this, Bai Chuanxiong stood up and said, "Okay, you are already home. I have received my thanks. Have a good rest. You have to go to school tomorrow."

However, before he could take a few steps, he was hugged by someone.

There are only Bai Chuanxiong and the girl in this room. It is self-evident who the person behind them is.

"Uncle, I don't want to be alone..." the girl said with a cry.

Bai Chuanxiong's footsteps paused, revealing a look of reminiscence, as if he was responding to the girl's words, or talking to himself.

"When you grow up, everything will be fine."

"Can you not leave?"

The voice was still helpless and pitiful.

However, the atmosphere in this room has quietly changed, becoming vaguely ambiguous, vaguely cold, and a faint smell of corpses has also spread.

The pair of small hands wrapped around Bai Chuanxiong's waist quickly rotted away, and the black and long nails quietly moved upward, aiming at the latter's heart.

But at the same time, Uncle Baichuan's eyes glowed with white light.

White light, shouldn't the Vajra Palm be golden light?

He learned Vajra Palm at the Jokhang Temple, and all the abilities of the spiritual master were brought out of the ghost realm.

Bai Chuanxiong's ability is actually!...

"Wait a minute, don't kill her!"

A rapid sound interrupted Baichuanxiong's surging murderous intent.


Chapter completed!