The Nine Yang Ghost Suppression Charm transformed into a red light, shot from Chu Hao's right palm, and struck Mu Yufei's chest.
"RIP!"
Instantly, Mu Yufei's fair chest looked as if it had been seared by a branding iron. A piercing scream from the Flirty Ghost King tore through the air.
The Flirty Ghost King vanished. This wasn't her true ghostly form, but Chu Hao's mark had already been imprinted on her.
Humph... Do you really think you can withstand the formidable power of this Taoist Master?
Mu Yufei, dazed, slowly opened her eyes only to find a lecherous hand pressed against her chest.
The worst part was, the guy still wore such a solemn expression.
As if, even after touching, he still looked unsatisfied.
"How come it feels smaller?" Chu Hao mumbled.
"Bastard!" Mu Yufei instinctively swung a slap at him.
"Ouch!" In the darkness, Chu Hao was rendered somewhat speechless by the sudden slap.
"Sister Yufei, it's me!"
