Ghost Emperor Wild Wife: Dandy Eldest Miss

In the grey sky, lightning was accompanied by peals of thunder. A great many powerful gales converged on the young man’s palm, grew increasingly stronger, and looked powerful enough to destroy everything.

“Ji Jiutian!” Yun Luofeng frowned and quickly ran up to Ji Jiutian. She stroked the man’s feeble body and frowned, “Let me take you away.”

Ji Jiutian smiled, “Feng ‘er, do you still think we can escape from here?”

Yun Luofeng fell silent. For the first time, she felt regretful. She regretted going into this fantasy land… and involving Ji Jiutian in this matter.

“Humph!” Mo Qiancheng stared at the two in the pit, and a murderous gleam flickered across his bloodshot eyes. “Ji Jiutian, since you refuse to say that, let me send you to the ghost realm to accompany Ji Jiutian!”

A fierce gale sprang up and spread across the whole mountain. Yun Luofeng struggled to stand up in the gale, but couldn’t even move her feet.

This was the strength of Mo Qiancheng!

No one was stronger than him!

“Go to hell!”

Mo Qiancheng’s voice was filled with resentment, and the storm on his palm was about to take shape. No one would be able to resist him, just like lambs to the slaughter.

“No!” Yun Luofeng’s heart sank, “I can’t die here. Yun Xiao is still waiting for me. And I can’t watch Ji Jiutian being killed because of me…”

So she couldn’t sit still waiting for death.

At the thought of this, Yun Luofeng put Ji Jiutian down, looked at the handsome young man standing in the gale, and staggered towards him.

“What are you doing?”

Seeing Yun Luofeng’s movement, Ji Jiutian changed his face and tried to stand up, “You won’t be able to resist him!”

As if not hearing him, Yun Luofeng gazed at Mo Qiancheng with her dark eyes.

“Mo Qiancheng, do you know why I could become Jue Qian’s successor?” The girl’s voice was calm and cold and slowly rang in the gale.

Mo Qiancheng paused and soon responded. He said sarcastically, “Do you think I will let you off because you’re the successor of Jue Qian? You are wrong. If you had nothing to do with Jue Qian, maybe I would let you go. But since you are his successor, I must kill you!”

After this, the murderous aura of Mo Qiancheng that was shockingly thick spread again.

Yun Luofeng’s eyes were fixed on Mo Qiancheng, and her wicked eyes were so bright at this point. Even in the face of such a crisis, she was still calm, composed and unhurried.

“Do you think a person as exclusive as Jue Qian would just hand over his inheritance to a random person?”

Mo Qiancheng frowned, but his hand was still gathering power.

“What do you mean?

After Mo Qiancheng said this, the storm on his palm had finally taken shape like a giant ball and Mo Qiancheng hurled it at Yun Luofeng.

Seeing that Yun Luofeng was in danger, Chacha rushed over and barked at Mo Qiancheng. His eyes were fixed on the huge wind ball and he didn’t retreat, even though he was trembling with fear.

“Because…” Yun Luofeng didn’t pay attention to Chacha and said calmly, “I am the reincarnation of Jue Qian, so his residual soul gave his inheritance to me.”