Priest of the Mysterious Resurrection

Chapter 132 What's Hurting Me?
Luo Yi raised his head, and what caught his eyes was a touch of snow-white cream.

Fang Yanchu is 25 and [-], with an oval face and willow-leaf eyebrows. She wears light makeup and has a beautiful appearance. She has soft and long hair hanging on her chest. Inside her upper body is a deep V-neck with white vertical stripes. On the outside is a short black fragrant jacket. It was an apricot colored half-length umbrella skirt, which was mature yet feminine, elegant yet somewhat sexy.

"If you've seen enough, you should go back. The plane is about to enter the turbulence and there will be turbulence." Luo Yi took a look and looked away.

The most indispensable thing in this world is beautiful women. Although Fang Yanchu is beautiful, it is not enough to make Luo Yi lose his position.

"There was no notice on the plane, how did you know?" Fang Yanchu hadn't finished speaking yet, the fuselage shook violently.

The voice of the flight attendant's reminder also came: "Ladies and gentlemen, please pay attention! Due to the influence of the airflow on the route, our plane is turbulent. Please take your seat as soon as possible and fasten your seat belt. During the turbulence, for your safety, the restroom will be suspended."

"How did he predict it? Could it be that he is a fortune teller?" Fang Yanchu had a ridiculous thought in her heart.

Luo Yi raised his hands behind his head, and calmly looked at the people around him who were hurriedly fastening their seat belts.

"Oops!" Fang Yanchu thought inwardly that something was wrong. Just now, the shaking of the plane made her unsteady on her feet, and under weightlessness, her body suddenly threw herself towards Luo Yi.

"Bang"!
"He wouldn't think I was throwing himself into my arms, right? I really can't tell now!" Fang Yanchu was in a state of confusion, and she just lay on Luo Yi's body straight up, but soon she realized that something was wrong. .

"Heh, man," Fang Yanchu said disdainfully, "He is so dishonest in his heart when he says nothing to me, so let me just say, how can there be a man who can resist the charm of this beauty, wait Let's see what he says later?"

Fang Yanchu raised her head, her eyes just met Luo Yi's indifferent and dark pupils.

"You still don't change your face now. It seems that you are a habitual offender. If it weren't for your abnormal body, I wouldn't be able to discover your true face!" Fang Yanchu cursed with a blushing face.

She recently saw some sisters say that there are some men in the world who pretend to be cold, just to arouse women's desire to conquer.

"You woman, why don't you get up quickly, you are as heavy as a pig, if you are crushed by me, I will not spare you!" Luo Yi said.

When Fang Yanchu first heard it, an image that was not suitable for children appeared in her mind, and when she thought of their posture at this moment, her face was blushing almost to the point of bleeding.

"Pooh!"

Luo Yi continued: "I have a market that is priceless, and if it is crushed, I can't afford to sell you!"

"Say I can't afford it, if you have the ability to show it, I will pay you no matter how expensive it is!" Fang Yanchu provoked, but her right hand quietly turned on the phone's video recording function.

"As long as he dares to show it, I will record it for him, and when the whole network exposes him, he will be ruined!"

"You really want to see it?"

"You dare not take it out?"

"Do you dare to see what I dare not show?"

"You dare to take it out, what is there that I dare not look at?"

"Hmph, let me show you!" Luo Yi stretched out his hand and lifted the robe covering his lap.

"Oh my God, how dare he?" Fang Yanchu originally planned to make a video, but when the incident happened, she couldn't bear the shame and anger in her heart, and hurriedly raised her hand to cover her eyes.

"Crack!" Luo Yi slapped the thing in his hand on the table by the window.

"It's on the table, he put it on the table!" Fang Yanchu couldn't believe her ears, what kind of talent must be able to do this?

Fang Yanchu struggled in her heart, her face flushed like blood, but she still couldn't help the curiosity in her heart, and secretly opened her fingers a little more.

On the table, a long golden knife is placed horizontally, about 80 centimeters long and four to five centimeters wide. The scabbard is carved with patterns of strange beasts, with a sacrificial character in the middle, and a white tassel tied to the handle. It looks quite gorgeous and exquisite.

But for some reason, when she saw this knife, she felt a chill hit her heart, and even her heartbeat speeded up a lot for no reason, as if this was not a strange and expensive knife, but a beast .

"Why did you put a handicraft long knife on your body, which made me think?" Fang Yanchu's eyes showed embarrassment, and she only felt that her face was hot.

"Why do you think I'm still interested in you? I've only seen your blind self-confidence in one person." Luo Yi said.

"Who?" Fang Yanchu asked curiously unconsciously.

"You don't even know what Zhang said!" Luo Yi wanted to say Zhang Wei, but Zhang Wei is not a celebrity, it's just that there are many people using his name.

"Eh", Fang Yanchu was stunned and said again: "Well, is your knife okay?"

This is the first-class cabin of the plane. Basically, those who can sit here are either rich or expensive. It is unlikely to get a fake handicraft, and judging by her keen eye for gold and jewelry as a woman, this knife with its scabbard They are all gold-plated, and the lines are clearly and exquisitely outlined. They are by no means ordinary objects.

"It's okay, if there is something to do, it's okay!" Luo Yi waved his hand, if there is something wrong with the Ghost Slashing Knife, I'm afraid the plane will be completely scrapped.

"This knife is pretty good-looking, it must be worth a lot of money, 100 million?" Fang Yanchu stretched out her hand and compared the number 1.

"One million?" Luo Yi curled his lips, "Ten times more than that, you can't buy the scabbard for this knife."

Luo Yi's scabbard was later ordered to be remade by a special person. Apart from other things, the amount of gold used alone was not less than five catties. This point is already more than ten million in terms of the price of gold in the mysterious recovery world.

"Tsk tsk!" The corners of Fang Yanchu's mouth twitched, "The scabbard is no less than ten million yuan. Wouldn't it be worth hundreds of millions of yuan to combine the whole knife?"

Luo Yi shook his head and sighed, "You should sit down honestly. Poverty really limits your imagination. Do you think the emperor only pickles when he drinks porridge?"

Fang Yanchu completely gave up now, and obediently returned to her seat, "He is definitely not a young actor, he is so rich, I must have misremembered!"

Luo Yi put away the Ghost Slaying Knife, and a piece of paper appeared in his hand. The paper was yellowish, rough in texture, and obviously grainy to the touch. There was a stamp with time in the lower right corner of the note, which read: Dongzhuang Paper Mill was established in the 21st year of the Republic of China.

"These old guys are really nostalgic!" Luo Yi complained, except for the stamp, there was an address written on it: No. 13, Xinfu Street, Zhiwei Road, Xicheng, Dajiang City.

This is where Luo Yi went this time. There was a person dying there, and he had to take care of his funeral.

Originally, Luo Qian, the owner of the cemetery, had personally handled this incident, but Luo Yi had no choice but to break his graveyard truck last time, and it was delayed for a few days. pass.

"I don't know if I can make it in time. If I really die, judging by the evil spirits controlled by these old guys, I'm afraid it will be a bit tricky!" Luo Yi was a little worried.

Only by actually facing the seven members of the Republic of China, can one know how far ghost masters of their level have gone. Even if what he has to deal with this time is not as good as these seven members, the gap must not be too far.

"I see, you are a magician!" Luo Yi's meditation was interrupted again.

A slender shadow fell, and Fang Yanchu appeared in front of him again.

"Look, I'll just say I've seen you!" Fang Yanchu raised the phone in her hand.

Inside is a ten-second video. In the picture, a pale figure in black robe stands out of nothing. Opposite him is a slightly fat man in a suit, and the other has a sallow complexion and a silk scarf around his neck. The two seem to be talking to each other. Conflict, unfortunately the photographer was too far away to record the sound.

Luo Yi frowned, this was the scene before he beheaded Ye Feng and Wang Yue.

"How did you change?" Fang Yanchu's curiosity exploded again, "How did you fly?"

"It's just a video clip!" Luo Yi reached out and clicked on the author's information of the video.

This is a strange woman's face, nicknamed: Yao can't reach!
(End of this chapter)