"Nonsense!" Before he could finish his sentence, Daoist priest song shouted, "
"Qing Xiao's things are in that bag, you would never throw them away." When he said this, he was very angry.
what kind of ghost are you? how dare you pretend to be my disciple!
"Master, I've been wronged." Hearing this, song Changqing cried out loudly, "
of course I know that the bag contains little junior sister's things. I just put it down first and take it later ...
"Shut up!"
"Nonsense!" The old Taoist shouted again.
Hearing his words, the few people in front of him seemed to be very afraid. They immediately took two steps back and kept a distance from song Changqing, as if they wanted to walk towards the crowd.
"He, he's not a human? Daoist priest, save me!"
"All of you, stop!"
The old Daoist saw that these people had indeed stood still and sneered, "
"There's indeed a ghost."
