Ghostly mysterious girl

Chapter 287
Fan Wuqing said truthfully: "Shishi's boyfriend, I heard that he runs a company and his family is very rich. I didn't expect him to have such deep knowledge."

Le Sishu expressed his feelings, "Not only did we find a rich and handsome man as a boyfriend, but this handsome man is also a god-level exorcist..."

Hearing these words, a flash of fleeting pride flashed in the old lady Feng's eyes. A man who is worthy of her granddaughter is naturally a dragon and phoenix among people.

It's a pity that the positions are different, and some things can only be thought to, but not spoken.

"Go back." The old lady Feng finished in a low voice, turned and went back to the room.

Fan Wuqing and Le Sishu followed, they glanced at each other, and smiled tacitly, it was a gratifying smile.

That girl finally found a man who can protect her, she is gratifying.

On the other side, Feng Xiaoai went crazy with jealousy.

Feng Shishi, this trash, hooked up with such a powerful man, God is so unfair!
Why do you have to arrange such a powerful man for this kind of waste, ahhhhh!
Feng Yue still remembered that Yan Zhengting he met was just a mortal when he was at the Yeye Shengge Hotel last time, why did he suddenly become so powerful now?

Unbelievable, and at the same time, a little jealous, Feng Shishi is such a waste, his luck is really not ordinary...

But so what?
This trash can't be emotional with anyone, she just waits to be tortured to death.

Under the broken wall on the opposite side, the disciples of Zhenhun Mountain hurriedly helped Dongmen August, who was covered in blood, and asked with concern: "Senior sister, are you alright?"

Dongmen August endured the physical pain, and asked anxiously, "Where's my father?"

"August, I'm fine as a father." Dongmen Guqing got up from under another broken wall, patted the dirt on his body, and walked quickly to his daughter.

First, I checked my daughter's body. There are many external injuries, and I'm afraid the internal injuries are not serious. "August, you go to the house to rest, and later, you go and ask the doctor to come over."

"Yes!" After receiving the order, Hou Qiao turned around and ran away.

……

After entering the room, Old Madam Feng walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, about to lie down and rest, when she suddenly noticed something unusual in the room.

His complexion changed slightly, he got up hurriedly, picked up the small wooden box, flipped through it, and sure enough something was missing!
When she thought about it carefully, she thought of something.

That girl risked her life to go and come back, it must be to "take" away the ghost.

Damn girl, count her running fast, otherwise she will definitely break her dog legs if she is caught by her old woman!
……

Villa No. 9, Longtianyuan.

With a "click", the bedroom door opened and closed again.

Yan Zhengting gently put the girl on the bed, then helped her sit up, quickly walked around behind her, raised his left palm, bursts of faint light soon appeared in the palm, and poured continuously into the girl's body.

The girl closed her eyes, her brows were tightly furrowed, and she groaned in pain from time to time.

Listening to those distressing voices, Yan Zhengting suddenly felt heartbroken, and with a heavy palm, he injected seven or eight percent of his internal strength.

After a while, the girl finally opened her eyes, but what she saw made her confused.

This is... Zheng Ting's room?

Why are you back?

Turning back slowly, she found that the man was injecting spiritual power into her, and inadvertently met his eyes, he smiled at her, and the corners of his lips curled into a perfect arc.

"Zheng Ting..." the girl said hoarsely, her tone was very weak.

Yan Zhengting didn't stop, and while injecting spiritual power into her, he said, "Don't talk, and don't look at me, for fear that your heart will hurt."

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For those readers who said "fake pregnancy delayed the manuscript" and cursed the author's family's death, please abandon the pit, the author did not write this novel for people with dark psychology like you.

Pregnancy is originally a festive event, and it does not conflict with my writing novels, and I am not writing novels for people like you, so let's get together and break up.

(End of this chapter)