There is a Breeze When He Laughs

   Chapter 639 You Surely Can't Marry a Wife in Your Last Life

  "Or before you try my fire, will it work?"

  Fang Xiaoyue waved her hand in a hurry. "

  After speaking, he left without looking back.

  This coward.

  Wen pleasantly hummed, and sat on the single sofa next to the bed.

  For a long time, Yang Meimei opened her eyes quickly, her pupils looked hollow, and she stared at Wen Yiren without blinking.

Wen Yiping frowned slightly, "Mei Mei, are you awake?"

  Yang Meimei still stared directly at her, her mouth suddenly split, her smile twisted, and she said in a negative tone, "Meet again."

   "???"

  Wen Yi blinked, "Are you that male ghost?"

  "Women, you are a psychic, right? The spirit of a psychic must be more fragrant."

  'Yang Meimei' sat up and licked her lips.

  Wen Yiren looked at her calmly.

  Her movements were a little stiff, she climbed out of the bed mechanically, and walked towards Wen Yiren with a particularly twisted step, "Hey, sister Yiren, this is Meimei, you accompany me to find a good place!"

  'Yangmeimei' reached out to Wen Yiren and stood straight in front of Wen Yiren.

  Her eyes looked terrifying, and her voice was faintly cool.

   "Mei Mei, you want to live and use your willpower to chase out that ugly male ghost immediately!"

  Wen Yiren was a little angry.

  This male ghost is insane. He has been exposed and still wants to lie to her as Yang Meimei?

"Wen Yiren," Yang Meimei looked at Wen Yiren grimly, twisted her neck, and smiled even more weird, "Do you want to save this woman named Yang Meimei, or you can trade your life, your soul is good? delicious!"

   "Did you like my soul?"

  'Yang Meimei' licked her lower lip, moved her arm, and twisted her stiff neck again, making a sound of'Ka Ka Ka'.

  The sound was very harsh, and Rao Wen Yi couldn't help but his hairs stood up after hearing it.

   "How about, give me your soul and give her back to you!"

  'Yang Meimei' took a quick step forward to Wen Yiren, and he stretched out his hand to pinch Wen Yiren’s neck.

  Wen Yi's eyes fell sharply, and he turned to the door.

   was ready to open the door, the door seemed to be integrated with the wall, and it couldn’t be opened.

   "You can't get out, no one can open that door except me."

"Is it?"

  Wen Yiren suddenly curled her lips and smiled.

   "As expected to be a psychic, very courageous, are you really not afraid of me at all?"

  Wen pleasantly sneered, "It's just a ghost, what's to be afraid of."

   "Come on, really arrogant, come on, stop struggling, you give me your soul, your friends can live, I will merge with your soul, I can continue to survive forever..."

  "As a man, you are so interested in the essence of women. Will you not be able to marry a wife before you are alive?"

  Wen Yiren suddenly spoke.

'Yang Meimei' was visibly taken aback, "I have countless wives and concubines before my life, how could I not marry a wife, giggle, but I have never seen a beautiful woman like you, come on, give me your soul, give me , You can live forever."

  Wen Yiren is very disgusted, "I can live forever without giving you, now, immediately, leave Meimei's body, or I will immediately let you go soulless."

   "It's so arrogant, are you Eastern women so arrogant?"

  Wen Yiren became a little impatient. With a sudden movement, a cloud of blue flame floated in his palm, and it flew into Yang Meimei without warning.

  (End of this chapter)