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Chapter 582 I Like Your Eighth World 6
He looked at her sideways, and the white silk behind him was flying in the air. He held a hollow paper lantern in his hand, and the corner of his mouth curved into a sarcastic arc.

Ye Xiange didn't think about it, "But I just like a slender young man like you, graceful and unrestrained, like a fairy descended from heaven."

Yu Wei who selectively ignored the previous sentence, she must be mocking him!
Now he is just an evil ghost with a hundred thousand evil deeds, an evil ghost who wants to take revenge and destroy the world.

Just a word floated in my heart for a moment: Is he really as beautiful as she described?

It just disappeared from my mind for a short time without a trace, and no one is worthy of trust.

What's more, the woman in front of her was just someone sent by Xuan Ming to try to influence him, she must have used endless means to deceive him.

He turned around and left, no longer talking nonsense, he now understands her first characteristic, she can blow rainbow farts!
But is he the kind of person who can be influenced by rainbow farts?
Everyone: emmmp aren't you?

The leaves of the sycamore trees in the courtyard were falling, and the wind was bleak. The boy carried the red lantern and continued on his way.

Ye Xiange looked at the lantern and felt strange, could it be that the young man lit the lantern because he was afraid that other ghosts would bump into him?

With a delicate mind and for the sake of other ghosts, he is also a person who can be reformed.

"Did you light this lamp for yourself?" Ye Xiange followed the young man, pretending to ask curiously, "Did you make this lamp yourself?"

The young man floated very smoothly, ignoring her at all, as if trying to shield her feelings.

"The shape of this lamp is really beautiful!" Her words were not false compliments, but the shape of the red lantern was really beautiful.

The red rope separates glass beads of different colors at intervals, which are colorful and extremely dazzling in the dark light.

"Only you think this lamp looks good. Do you know how it is made?"

Ye Xiange thought about the plot carefully, but couldn't find out such a small detail.

A child suddenly ran out from under the sycamore tree. The child had a dark complexion and gray eyes. He stood in front of them and explained articulately.

"The lantern in this brother's hand is a living soul lamp. The wick is made of the soul of a living person, and it will never go out. The beautiful beads tied on the eight sides are of course eyeballs, and the breath of the dead remains in it. The joy of death is Red, if the pain of death is black, if the freedom of death is blue, different moods present different colors."

Ye Xiange: "." No way!Is this lantern so advanced?

Yu Wei didn't speak, the child had long since disappeared, and after waiting for a long time, there was no response from her.

So he asked, "Do you still think this lamp is beautiful now?"

The young man's tone was full of malice, "They watched their souls being pulled out of their bodies, powerless, like puppets who had lost their souls and were at my mercy. I washed them repeatedly with spiritual water, and then tied them with ropes as decorations. Do you still think they look good now?"

The young man's implication is that this lantern is another proof of my brutality, used to deter her!
But her hands were also stained with blood, some people really deserved to be killed, and the young man had accumulated an untold amount of hatred in his heart, only by killing could he get the slightest peace of mind.

(End of this chapter)