Rebirth: The Adopted Daughter

"Help me! Help me! " A man covered in blood and wearing the uniform of Qianye group ran towards Ye Qingxia. Before he ran to him, he fell to the ground. The white ghosts who chased him immediately rushed forward and sucked blood. The ghost who had planned to come around was attracted by the smell of blood. He also temporarily left Ye Qingxia and rushed on the man. Half a minute later, a large group of white ghosts dispersed, and the ghosts who drank blood became more solid, and more ghosts who didn't even drink a mouthful. No ghost was satisfied. They all turned around and looked at Ye Qingxia with thirsty eyes. Ye Qingxia took a step back, but found that at the moment, white ghosts were also surrounded behind him. Now these ghosts are gathering more and more. Unarmed, she clenched her fist silently, and her hands were full of wet and cold sweat. Han Sicheng stood on the tip of the pine tree in the distance. He quickly made a seal in his hand. The golden light soon shone in his palm. Then he pointed towards Ye Qingxia. The golden light flew towards Ye Qingxia and caged her up and down to form a golden cover. Ghosts eager for blood screamed and rushed at her, but as long as they fell on her, a burst of golden light lit up on her. After the light hit the ghost, the ghosts screamed in pain, turned into white fog and dissipated. The familiar golden light made her think of Han Sicheng! He's helping her. Thinking of this, ye Qingxia looked up to see the direction of Han Sicheng. I saw the white figure standing on the top of the tall pine 100 meters away. His white shirt was encouraging, and he looked like an elegant and dusty relegated fairy. An old man with white hair and a young face stepped on the sword from the sky and fell down. Seeing Han Sicheng's extraordinary bearing on the top of the pine tree tip, he abandoned the sword and had to step on the tip of another pine tree not far away, but he didn't expect that the pine tree tip couldn't bear his weight at all. The old man is shorter than Han Sicheng, but he is much fatter. His mouth was shiny, and he held a big chicken leg from which tombstone he did not know. The old man swayed and almost fell off the tree. The sword was supposed to fly back to him, carrying a black leather sword bag behind him, pausing in the air and flying back to his feet. He stepped up and stood firmly on the sword. Looking up, I saw Han Sicheng's cold eyes looking at him for a moment. Suddenly, I felt that I was such a cow and lost face in front of the boy. He was so angry that he blew his beard and stared and shouted, "my husband is informal. What doesn't look good on me? Besides, I just slipped my foot just now. Hum! " He finished angrily, ate a few mouthfuls of the chicken leg in his hand and threw it out. He rubbed oil on his gray sack like clothes. Said, "let your boy be lazy." I don't know what the old man did. When he saw the chicken leg bone fall to the ground, the whole mountain began to tremble. A huge black tombstone rose slowly from the ground, and the whole mountain made a rumble. Then a white and fat ghost climbed out of the tombstone. He was full of fat, like a huge ball. His mouth was very big. When he got up, it was three meters high. The fingers of his right hand were put in his mouth. He shouted very unhappily, "dead old man, call me with a chicken bone. Are you looking for death!" This novel has been translated by www.readwn.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.